• G-Unit - 50 Cent
• G-Unit - Tony Yayo
• Unconditionally - G-Unit
• I'll Be The Shooter (Rick Ross Diss) - G-Unit
• Gunz For Sale - G-Unit
• Chase Da Cat - G-Unit
• Money Makes The World Go Round - G-Unit
• Ready Or Not - G-Unit
• I Don't Wanna Talk About It - G-Unit
• Get Down - G-Unit
• Let It Go - G-Unit
• Party Ain't Over - G-Unit
• Kitty Kat - G-Unit
• T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) - G-Unit
• No Days Off - G-Unit
• Salute U - G-Unit
• Groupie Love - G-Unit
• You So Tough - G-Unit
• Casualties Of War - G-Unit
• Close To Me - G-Unit
• Piano Man - G-Unit
• Gangsta Shit - G-Unit
• Rider Pt. 2 - G-Unit
• Lay You Down - G-Unit
• I Smell Pussy - G-Unit
• G'd Up - G-Unit
• Footprints - G-Unit
• Eye For Eye - G-Unit
• Betta Ask Somebody - G-Unit
• Baby U Got - G-Unit
• Work It - G-Unit
• Your Not Ready - G-Unit
• Words From Em - G-Unit
• Wanna Get To Know You - G-Unit
• Tainted - G-Unit
• Straight Outta Southside - G-Unit
• Smile - G-Unit
• Short Stay - G-Unit
• Poppin' Them Thangs - G-Unit
• My Buddy - G-Unit
• Mind Playing Tricks - G-Unit
• Lay Your Ass Down - G-Unit
• I'm So Hood - G-Unit
• I Like The Way She Do It - G-Unit
• Gansta'd Up - G-Unit
• Gangsta - G-Unit
• G-Unit - G-Unit
• Eye for an Eye - G-Unit
• Where The Dope At - G-Unit
• Ching - G-Unit
• Catch me in the Hood - G-Unit
• Beg For Mercy - G-Unit
• Banks Workout Part II - G-Unit
• 187 Ya Yo - G-Unit
• Crazy - G-Unit
• Stunt 101 - G-Unit

[50 Cent]
Yeah!
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-Unit!
Hahahah
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones
America's nightmare (yeah!), we at it again (c'mon)
A Desert Eagle and a black mac-10
They'll never know what ha-penned
When we come through, them cowards don't want none
They screamin that they murderers but walkin with no guns
C'mere nigga, don't run and die where you standin
See I'm holdin on this cannon and your life I'm demandin
Put the pipes at your melon and brain's on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin, thinkin security gon' save them
Ain't no-body gonna speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eye and tell you 'We don't know who did it'
Corrupting my street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiend's up all night, and the neighbors gettin no sleep
You better get used to it, you know how we do it
Shady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit
[Chorus] *sung* {50 Cent}
We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit! G-Unit! {G-g-g-g-g-Unit!}
(Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Uuuu-oooo-Nit!)
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Now I told y'all on my first Dre joint - I am lo=co
Better than so-so, game's in the chokehold
Dissin me's a no-no, I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the go-go, in LA they ride on lo-lo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready, it's heavy, '65 Chevy
Old-school rollin, I'm holdin
Twenty inches spinnin from the beginnin, we winnin
Gained this masculinity pimpin we not pretendin
Drop-top, glock cocked, ready for the drama
Pistols pop, cop shot, I'm heavy with them llamas
Non-stop, make it hot, we on top regardless
You can be the hardest, we'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists
My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us
It's flick after flick, same old shit that I kick
Hah hah!
[Chorus]
[verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back motherfucker - gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers that's runnin they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on - none of 'em fit
Ya hundreds is shorter, I tell ya pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter
A couple cars and a lawyer
Comin packin a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?
I got expensive habits, I can afford it cuz
G-Unit's poppin and we perform in all the clubs
Niggaz be shovin and pushin now someone is gushin surprise
She's givin up the buns on the cushion, Sweatin and screamin
Suckin' me off the rest of the evenin and I'm leavin
On to the next city
Stash box in the bus so I can bring them tecs with me
I gotta focus, I'm gettin older
You niggas ain't gettin over
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
High-tech, niggaz

(Chorus) 2x
G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
G-Unit in tha House (wut wut wut )
G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
G-G-G-UNIT!
Tony Yayo:
In my hood u get no points for your jumpshot
as soon as the sun rise, we back on the block
this stress got me feelin like an old man
and I stay on point for that red and gold van
its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro
cuz the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe
yo my rhyme will have u noddin, like Raw in the Street
so freaks gimme ass like toilet seats
get at me, you really think u holding big daddy?
so wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally?
i got heart like a hoover crip,but bust slugs like an IngleWood Blood
i mengle wit Thugs, my single will buzz
import, export get rid of tha drugs
styll pack my Dope up witta mass of some gloves
i use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket
now i dawg lex coops, like dukes and luke of Hazard
(chorus ) 2x
Lloyd Banks:
I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days
'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs
im always wit a bisquit
only way i get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick
u broke rob more blocks
u aint gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card board box
Gucci down to my sock, groupies hound to dey spots
different format, keep groupies round for tha cops
she'll be down for tha watch, i aint generous or courtieous
i'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga you thirty-six
ya'll dont want it with tha kid at all
same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz brawll
when we come after u, it aint no graze shots
this nigga leave a HOLE in ya chest bigger than flava-Flave Pops
you pussy, i think even Pac can smell this shit
cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (bitch)
(chorus) 2x
50 Cent:
I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut!
I got the4-4 pull out tear yo bitch ass up
i pop-rob nigga front i out my knife in yo gut
have you in I.C.U screaming AHH! i'm cut
i go RAH-RAH, like a dungeon dragon
but i keep my pistol on me so my pants aint sagging
everytime i'm in the house, niggaz grill a nigga
but they feel a nigga, cuz i'll kill a nigga
OOH squeeze, shorty better stay out my lane
before i send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
ima General (wut!) niggaz solute me
u a dead man if u attempt to shoot me
i done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks
got the whole G-Unit on some Military shit
(Private Banks request permission to speak)
Speak Nigga!
its dangerous when its decipline involving street niggaz!!

[Chorus x2: Olivia]

Boy if you want me, then you can have me
I want you to want me and love me unconditionally


[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

You want me to want you, you want me to need you
You want me beg and stay by my side
You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you
You want me to just swallow my pride
You want too much from me
Pretending I'm that nigga you lovingg
Last week it was my man, the week before your husband
Girl that ring on your finger means nothing
Its just a waste of money, and he was just a dummy
I know you kiss hI'm and hug him
And tell hI'm that you love him, you lying
Because I hit the first night and I wasnt even trying
You facinated with the flow
You know I'm about to blow
Come to see me at my show
Admire how my wrist glow
You like the way I get the dough
We can go, just to drow
Let your knees hit the floor
I like it when you do it slow
Aint nobody got to know
We can keep it on the low
I don't like niggas in my business, told you that before


[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Young Buck]

You want me to hug you, you want me to love you
You want me to miss you everytime you gone
You wanna shine, you wanna spend time
Girl this is just a fling thing, word is bond
You want too much from me
Everyday calling my phone
You found out my benz sittin on chrome
Wont leave me alone
Catchin feelings cause I'm never at home
I should've known not to pick up the phone
Before a nigga got on
You wouldn't take time out to speak
Then you expect me to take your ass out to eat
I can't lie girl you sure look good in that mink
Tonight its on you, you gonna buy me a drink
Whatchu think?


[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

You want me to lay out quality time, like you don't know I'm on tour
Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh?
Why everytime we talk you askin for more, huh?
You want a nigga to commit, that our relationship shit and
I didnt string you along, you talkin reckless
Shorty look at my necklace
I don't sell dreams, I sell records
I know your type, used to parade around town
Bumped into an entertainer, now you wanna slow down
Introduced me to family and friends as well
Walkin out the house feeling like a piece of show-n-tell
cheatin cause your boyfriend doesnt like to spend
I hate to bust your bubble but I'm just like him


[Chorus: repeat to fade]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter


[Verse One: 50 Cent]

I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion when a nigga get blast off
The spot we'll get his cash off that after no mask off
Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone
Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame throwin
I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver
Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem
Start me I'll never stop I'm layin at your mama's spot
Squeeze till the llama hot I'll have your ass in drama ack
I'll cause havoc you come in my vicinity
Mother fuck the police officer Rick the enemy!!!!!


[Chorus: 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya (YEAH!)
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter


[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, it's been (Deeper than Rap), I eat, shit, go to sleep with my gat
It's us three against the industry, let's keep it like that
Click-CLACK, getcha goons, fuck all the talkin
Niggas yappin 'bout who dress the best, get 'em Gucci coffins
When we tombstone, bullets hurt, 40s' break a few bones
Come around, ya fool! And my shorty's takin jewels home
Follow 'em then hallow 'em, take two these and goggle 'em
You ride wid 'em, you die wid 'em, chances of survival thin
The sharks is out you divin in? Dare you niggas try to swim
There's no odds, I gotta win, wobble 'em with the WHOP-WHOP
Shaky backgrounds, you probably with the cops
You ain't street, you need to stop, I breathe the hood, I be the block
Heater


[Chorus: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter (Yeah!)
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger (Right!!)
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
(WE GON' RIDE ON ALL Y'ALL NIGGAS ONE BY ONE!!)
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter


[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]

Niggas wanna kill me, I'm gettin money for God sakes
That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Corn Flakes
Kick in the door man, big .44 man
Mortician morgue man, fill you with straws man
Black President, I voted for Obama
I voted in the hood, so I voted with my llama
Everyday is drama, everyday is karma
He got SHOT last week, so let's press his baby mama
That was home of the boldest, adolesence whylin
Shorty got killed, they burin sneakers on the island
(Maybach Music), y'all niggas want trouble?
I run up on that C.O. snap his ass in a bubble


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the rueger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german lueger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the rueger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german lueger
I'll, I'll be the shooter

Haha
G unit!

we got those semi automatics
and we got them revolvers
we those niggaz that you should get at
if you got a problem

when those hollow tips hit 'em
man that should solve 'em
we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm
got that little duece duece and they all for sale

got that old trey pound
got that new fore pound
nigga use once or twice and they all for sale


[Verse One]

I'm the reason those things in my hood go BANG
I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave
16 gage in case these niggaz wanna get crazy
when a sawed off
hit your body parts they fall off
you get hit in the leg
man you can't even crawl off
when that AK switch that automatic to spray
everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray
I got silences and scoops
military issue pistols holla at me
whatever you need homie I can get you
nickname rubber grips hollow tips extra clips
you dont want your shit to jam
better buy a cleaning kit
teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest
you pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess
mac 11 mac 10 time for some action
dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggaz act then
Got guns and ammo they all for sale
clips included you're responsible for your bail

we got those semi automatics
and we got those revolvers
we that niggaz that you should get at
if you got a problem

when those hollow tips hit 'em
man that should solve 'em
we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm
got that little duece duece and they all for sale

got that old trey pound
got that new fore pound
nigga use once or twice and they all for sale

G stand for GANGSTER
UNIT stand for U Niggaz in trouble
better lock and load on the double

G Unit!!


[Verse Two]

Fresh out the box 40 cali glock, calico 20 shot
streetsweepers clear the block
im that nigga niggaz call when those shots pop
take 'em to my grandmoms basement
show 'em what I got, look
I got three 380s a tech and two m1's
Ice came through on some shit and bought him one
Them young boys from the projects crazy
He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby
Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"
sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club
gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub
he gave me some bud
I gave him a pound, gave me a hug
love, its love I take it back to the NWA days
Fuck Jay my CD's raise the crime rate in the Troy state
got some rugers, some sigs, some colts
my nigga for real. Holla at the kid for real

we got those semi automatics
and we got those revolvers
we that niggaz that you should get at
if you got a problem

when those hollow tips hit 'em
man that should solve 'em
we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm
got that little duece duece and they all for sale

got that old trey pound
got that new fore pound
nigga use once or twice and they all for sale

[50 Cent]

Yeah... yeah...
Shawty shake that thing, I said shake that thing
Girl you know, I like the way you move it
Ain't shit change, same clique, same gang
Girl you know, you're rockin with the Unit
When we hit the flo', girl you already know
how we do it, do it, do it
When the hits come on, if my clique ain't gone
We gon' do the same two-step to it


[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]

Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out


[Tony Yayo]

She ain't the same girl she was when she was 16 (16)
She want her tummy tuck (tummy tuck) she want her breasts reduc' (breasts reduc')
She ain't sexy (sexy) but she like to fuck (like to fuck)
And she like to fuck (like to fuck) and she like to fuck (like to fuck)
Yeah - my stunt's so shocking to see
Pull up at the light and drop the GT (C'MON!)
I know you heard me on the radio {"True!"}
I know you seen me on the video {"True!"}
She want drinkin Cristal, you still drinkin Mo-ey?
Yo' bitch bag Louie? My bitch bag Chloe
I got rubber band tires on the Rovey man
And a see-through wrist on a Roley band (BLING!)


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

Yeah... yeah, quarter mil' automobile
Woodgrain wheel when I wanna go chill
Rubber grip feel on the bottom of the steel
I'ma ball and champagne bottles gon' spill, for real
Shorty shake her ass like a stripper
But she all bones, I like mine thicker
I ain't your ordinary hot rhyme nigga
I'm a top dime nigga, pop dime nigga
Radio play, Hot 9 nigga
They buyin big chains so I got mine bigger
I get it, but no gifts get bought
I only cum inside the lips that talk


[Chorus]



[Young Buck]

Shawty I don't chase it or taste it (nah)
But I will Louie Vuitton a bitch with the matchin bracelet (yeah)
Time is money so don't waste it
I really didn't cum that quick, I faked it (ha ha!)
Baby I'm patient, no discrimination
Blacks and the Asians, even Caucasians (yeah!)
Got 'em all shakin, money I'm makin
One of y'all taken, my hotel vacant (AY!)
She knew I had cake when the lights hit the ice (what?)
Let's go get right, tell your girls good night (ha ha!)
You know just what I like, you can ride my bike (c'mon)
Just hold on the handlebars; and handle y'alls (aight?)


[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]

Money make the world go round
[3X]

New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make the world go round
Down South, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round

Some people want nothin out of life
And some people want it all
Some people ain't livin life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga rich but I'm livin like a rebel
Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level
I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin alive was no jive
Standin on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
Run nigga, run nigga, here they come nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins (yeah!)


[Chorus: Tony Yayo]

Money make the world go round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go round so get yours


[Lloyd Banks]

Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for the dollar
Enough bills'll make your blood spill
Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill
I'm one man, but I own more than one steel
Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'ma do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo'


[Chorus - 2X]



[Tony Yayo]

A-T-L, money make the world go round
Ca$hville, money make the world go round
N.C., money make the world go round
Bad News, money make the world go round

I love that money, I need that money
It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry
It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge
It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib
It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me
It gives me, seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee
It made me rich, it made me change
I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things
You got me haters, you got me drama
You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas
You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners
When somebody dies, you gotta pay the moroners, moroners


[Chorus - 2X]



[Tony Yayo]

Chi-Town, money make the world go round
Oakland, money make the world go round
Texas, money make the world go round
Detroit, money make the world go round
Bed-Stuy, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Harlem, money make the world go round
B-X, money make the world go round
Staten Island, money make the world go round
Long Island, money make the world go round
Rhode Island, money make the world go round
Maryland, money make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
Baltimore, money make the world go round
Little Rock, money make the world go round
Minnesota, money make the world go round
Arizona, money make the world go round
Louisiana, money make the world...
[fades out]

[Lloyd Banks]

My rope all freezy, dope on the TV
Ecstasy especially out the GT
You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too
Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew
These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer
And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya
I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya
Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola
Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims
Why say somethin about my name?
Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane
I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain
If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein
You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain
There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim


[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on
Here it comes, ready or not
Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone
Keep it cocked - and ready to pop
The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born
Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome
Here it comes - ready or not


[Tony Yayo]

Yeah, yeah
My little shooter's 16 from the projects
Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex
I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant
You? You live life like a barbaric peasant
Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet
Fuck the pigs on the street
They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers
get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz
You die if it's rated R
If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar
R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo
They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo
These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle
of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto
These rappers ain't kings, they pawns
And got dust bunnies on they guns


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

I think God spent a lil' extra time on me
Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see
I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy
I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money
My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me
And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny
My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban
Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him
I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin
So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban
If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin
Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him
Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin
That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him


[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

I don't wan' talk about it (50)
Man I don't wanna talk about it (nah)
Man I don't wan' talk about it (yeah)
And I don't wanna talk about it (wooo-oooh!)


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it


[50 Cent]

These niggaz police
Go 'head, ask me what I'm riding in so I can say the Enzo
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruising, Moulin Rouge and
They fucking and they strippin nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me I handle business; God's my only witness
Watchin homicide, saying "Who the fuck did this?"
Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayne
Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne
I don't fuck around boy; you better ask around boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
For, you poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, sticking shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (wooo-oooh!)
And I don't wanna talk about it (OHH!)


[Chorus]



[Tony Yayo]

Yeah, it's the kid nigga, yeah
Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face (yeah!)
Forty-five, my belt got the big eights
Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
For grimy niggaz trying to line me like {?} preacher
You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowing heavy herb
Then back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spot's selling more shit than Scott Storch
I'm tired of these pricks, lying 'bout bricks
Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick
Fly in the '60 U.F.O.
Unidentified flying object on twenty-fo's
More money more hoes, more money more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro (yeah)
I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes (OHH!)


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

Nah, uhh
B-A, N-K, S-5, 5-oh
Or 6-8, M-G, tinted with my eyes low
Homie I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe
Loiue V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley seat
And weekends are the chills, I'm gonna fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I ain't them I'm different baby, I talk, you listen baby
Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old school, and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin shit
I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
Bye-bye, you fucking bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich
You a snitch!


[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

Yeah, it's the Unit!
Yeah (showtime) Swizz!
OHH! (M, C) Wooooo!


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down


[50 Cent]

I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit
Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah)
Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit
I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out
Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out
I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit
Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this


[Tony Yayo]

In the hood, you rat you die
In the hood if you rap you die
I'm out the hood gettin fat and high
Private jet, it's time to fly
Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up
Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah
Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice
I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH!


[Chorus]



[50 Cent]

Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago
I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway
Niggaz talk money just not around me
I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese
Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin
I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin
Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin
I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin


[Lloyd Banks]

Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper
That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga
In the street rapper, industry bully
It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh)
I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades
I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose
Unit rider, my clique don't play
I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam


[Chorus]



[50 Cent]

You know if God bless the child with so much swag
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?
Seats less pussy got, all that ass
Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad
AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we
They don't know how to rock the spot like me
Smell like I just got out a brand new V
My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's
Work with me lil' mama, let's get it
Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it
I'm on that shit, we on that shit
I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip


[Chorus]



[Swizz Beatz]

Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!)
That flo', flo' (wooo!)

[ad libs for first 10 seconds]


(LET, IT, GO!)


[Mavado]

I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, GO!)
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, IT, GO!)


[Lloyd Banks]

Yeah, yeah, uhh, G-G-G-G you know!
Uhh.. the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy
Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me
These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies
Play me I'm arm crazy, I'm Tom Brady
Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin up off the jet
A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin him in his neck
One big remix, and she'll be on my penis
If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest
9-millimeters in the bars and arenas
If you hood then you seen us, with wood in the Beamers
I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas
When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us
(LET, IT, GO!)


[Interlude: Mavado]

When we pressed to go, body restin up
They wan' mop up all that blood, but he's testin us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose {?} they testin oh (LET, GO!)


[Chorus: Mavado]

I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Don't fuck around and start some fight


[Tony Yayo]

Yeah, yeah! (LET, IT, GO!)
I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin hard
Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard
I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius
The mac'll turn your back into "Kill Bill" arenas
I'm - criminal minded - you've been blinded
Feds lookin for my bricks but can't find it
Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber
My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors
Bein broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar
I learned that, in the Maybach, with Fif' and Mayweather
Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather
My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather (LET, IT, GO!)


[Interlude - 2X]



[Chorus]



[Mavado]

I want to dance
IIIII'm, reachin up and, huh

[50 Cent]

This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)

I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid


[Tony Yayo]

Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not ill!"


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low


[Lloyd Banks]

Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin
I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast wit'cha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music


[Young Buck]

Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug


[Chorus]

[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]

(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo
Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe!


[Chorus: woman]

Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat

[Tony Yayo:]

Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat

[50 Cent:]



[Tony Yayo]

Big boy Bentley, big boy semi
Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies
I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you
I need six pockets like a pool table
These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin
They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision
Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags
Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab
Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood?
Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood"
I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic
Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH!


[Chorus]



[50 Cent]

She got what I want, want (uh-huh)
She got what I need, need (that's right)
She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah)
Bitch hand me my weed, weed...
[growls]

I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto
On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal
I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT
I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT
I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with
They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid
I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich"
My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch
Like, get in get in! You and your friend
He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again
ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train
50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh?


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid
A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib
Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores
My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors
Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze
You got a V-12? I got 12 V's
It's only so many months, you do the math
I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me
Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin
And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin
You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em
If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen


[Chorus]

You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
(T.O.S.) Night or daylight
It's hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
(T.O.S.) I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger


[50 Cent]

I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I won't get busy well nigga I, will
Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac route
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me
I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me
It's fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That nigga try to front, I'll give him the llama, YEAH!


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

Yeah (uhh)
Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from son
I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga playin ball and
Meanin everybody know me when I'm walkin through the mall and
I get hot, in the mornin and right before I'm performin
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin nigga
Don't be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and
Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut, dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat (terminated)


[Chorus]



[Tony Yayo]

Unit! Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Which gangsta want it? (WHAT?) Which rapper want it? (WHAT?)
Which trapper want it? My house is haunted
And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift
Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham (c'mon)
I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips (oh yeah!)
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit


[Chorus]

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
(I never liked these niggaz anyway)
(They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today)
Hey.. (Nobody gon' miss you anyway)
(No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day)


[50 Cent]

I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think somethin sweet when your head open
Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make it lead shower
You say your prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me
You don't like me then spray me


[Chorus]



[Tony Yayo]

This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I fall off, I rebound quick
Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin
German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen
How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed?
How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a nigga on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime
Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin
Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin
Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n
Look how the game change, bad for the system
Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame
The industry's punked out, we're not to blame
These niggaz been perpetratin so long
If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm
I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm


[Chorus]

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time, for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing Fifty, 'cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the general, without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men
You continue troops and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what!
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I'm gon' fuck her
Don't tryta pick up for them lames around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach 'em
There's a very fine line between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where they make head bounce
And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so
Get on your vest, 'cause all you gotta do is say that
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

Yeah
G-unit
[Intro]
Ive been so many places
Ive seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before
Ive been around the world
Ive meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) Im rich bitch
(Youve done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(Ima p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz im the shit bitch
Now things change at first they didnt want me now they want me
See a nigga gettin payed they wanna push up on me
You see these hoes chasing a nigga
Have em in a hotel casing a nigga
Treat me like a lollypop like me baby
Then lick Dr Dre and Shady
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
[Tony Yayo]
Sometimes i rhyme slow sometimes i rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these hoes is loose
Wintertimes the staircase summertimes the roof
Gimme 8 days in the 8th hommie im straight
Have a church girl on the bus move an wait
I got birds backstage the serious eye candy
I got birds in the hood so im in to birds with mary
My writing methods got me more hoes than tice and betha
Icy necklace on the tour bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
Im a pimp like preety tone i got the info on the preety chrome
Fuicking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
GGGGG GGGGG G-unit
[Lloyd Banks]
Is shorty aint feelin me shorty must like girls
Coz im only eatin your whirl
Bitch I can make you famous u dont know what your missin
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch dont like me the bitch must dont like men (like men)
I say what I want coz I can
If I didnt id be a liar
Mommy im on fire
Come ride with a rider
The crowd say you might catch the king with a singer
For touching my doorbells the only way ill put a ring on your finger
Give me a convo with two cups an
Im in your bedroom fucking up your sheets like the ku klux klan
I shook hands wiv my fans and fuck em
Im in the hallways tryin to duck em
So i can climb in to somethin
My names B-A-N-K dollar sign bitch
Im a bigme to make that switch
Now come gimmie that
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
(Groupie love I love that shit)
[Outro]
Groupies come and groupies go
And they are allways at our show
So I garb me the tightest one and purseed straight to the mall
Shes so excited thats shes here with me that she feels she should pay here fee
And I did not disagree so she droped down to her knees
[X3]
Groupie love
Yeah

[Hook: 50 Cent]

Yeah
Nigga you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in the pine box
Damn you's a hard motherfucker
You so tough
Tough until your punk ass hit
The 4 fifth kick, the Hechler spit
You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker


[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular
Fucked then beef, the president and senator
There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator
While you plottin on me, I'm 10 steps ahead of ya
Black 40 caliber I put a infrared on ya
Nigga I'm special, you mad cuz ya regular
Man I don't want your bitch, I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory, oh yeah I slept with her
No wonder she ain't mention you when I met with her
Mind on my cheddar, they'll remember me forever
The groundwork I put in made my lifestyle better..and better
I like the fuckin street, bright in the phantom lights
Montana light, two women in {?} lights, they round the planet twice
But I don't forget where I come from dum dum dum


[Hook]



[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

For that china white I lay a nigga mama down
We can shoot it out like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white, you know I got that tan n brown
Automatic tre pound leave a nigga man down
Murder murder, homicide, real right niggas ride
Gangstas they never hide, thank God I'm still alive
My pocket look like theres cracks on me
My waist look like I got the MAC on me
These hoes on my dick I got that ass on me
You a RN: regular nigga that rap homey
I'm crack homey, I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass with dope money
C Back, Maybach, my shit two tone
Nigga run up on that, your ass a tombstone
I'm hood like a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em


[Hook]



[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9 for a hard nigga
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in the cell-block, they fallin' the shell shock
When I open your head with the banger
I cause a riot in the yard, make a mess in the mess hall
I got just blew trial and I ain't got nothin' left
Whats todays mathematics? shit ain't addin' up
Get knocked with 10 machine guns only get 12 months
Ooooh weee, don't talk to me, you talk to him, you talkin' to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they would've got me 10, or maybe 9
I said "How do you explain how homey breeeze?"
They said keep ya mouth shut or you eatin' the cheese

[50 Cent]

Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner


[50 Cent]

Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw
Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town
Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say


[Chorus]



[Tony Yayo]

Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
in front of the White House for all I care

I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on


[Chorus]



[50 Cent]

Devil 'round the corner, corner

[50 Cent]

Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable, its-its the Unit
Whoop! Whoop! You know how we do it
Whoop! Whoop! I'll make you dance to it
Whoop! Whoop! Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call em pops


[Chorus-Lloyd Banks]

Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, Take a look at my garage
Make, Make we can a-menage
Me in the middle and your legs to the stars


[50 Cent]

I got that Bentley, that Ferrari, that Lambo lean
My car game crazy, I can't be seen
That Aston, Bugatti, the Range and the Rolls
Got me freakin off with some high class hoes
You know with me man anything goes
I'll have shorty in the telly workin all 3 holes
Jesus, I betcha won't believe this
Unless I letcha see this, she deepthroat my whole car
Now I'm thinkin this bitch is so hot
I gotta take her to my hood, let her blow my whole block
Yeah I just happen to be what she like
She say I'm special, I'm like, "Yeah babe you're right"
A lil Goose, a lil Patron tonight
I'll have the club lookin like a fuckin Zoo aight
New music, you can't confuse it
With the other cliques or groups, its the Unit


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

Uh, Shorty came over, I told her, I can mold her
Turn her, to a rider, rollin, with a roller
Hold her, like a cobra, bone her, til she sober
Fold her, in positions til its hard to bend over
I'm a very special kind, I can't let you shine
These rappers out they mind, don't compare to me combined
If you look at my design, my Louie fittin fine
My jewelry might blind, I'ma walkin white line
You can't get on my level, that'll take a lifetime
And I got it at 25, take your lifetime
I don't care about crime as long as its not mine
I'ma be fine, I'm stronger than white lines(?)
If your girl ain't home, til the early morn
She's prolly with the G-Unit gettin in on
I told her she's Miss Right, so I can't be wrong
And we went at it all night long


[Chorus]



[Tony Yayo]

From 1 to 10, baby girl off the Richter
But I ain't trickin, I ain't Eliot Spitzer
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
I'm in the club again, with them drugs again
Same club, same spot, same girls again
Girls comin in, and we poppin dem bottles
By 12 O'clock, we be poppin dem models
Yeah, Falsetto, the club go crazy like,"OOH! OOH! OOH! Baby!"
Okay, bottle Rozay, girlie seen the Porsche and her friend like,"Heyyy"
Girl jump in, watch me go 0 to 60
Take you to the Ritz, slide off your Miss Sixties
I know you heard of 50, I know you heard of Yay
I Steve Nash these hoes, pass them all day


[Chorus]



[50 Cent]

Its easy man, believe me man
This is the Unit, the Unit
This is how we do it
Banks, Yay, 50

[50 Cent]

I'm a work of art
The ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah, ha ha


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I move the ki's/keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man... call me the piano man...
Call me the piano man... call me the piano man


[Tony Yayo]

Cartier glasses, Cartier belt
Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else
Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia
Nigga want two birds and I'm servin ya
I'ma ball like Julius Irving, Iverson
Demandin I got the cannon in that two-door Phantom
Nigga hundred E-X shit, suicide do's
Get a top a low fade, now the body lookin hard
These snake ass niggaz is reptiles
'Til I shoot 'em up, fill 'em up with projectiles
Yay' got the best styles, Yay' got the best clothes
Yay' got the best weed, Yay' got the best hoes, YEAH!


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

Yeah, uhh
Fresh out the rim shot, my wheels tick-tock
My steel six shots, the paint flip-flop
My charm trucky, that's why they wan' fuck me
Two-oh-seven McClaren, body like Buffy
Ol' head get rusty, and I'm a can of oil
If hip-hop do that, a hundred grand'll boil
We show up at your bougie event, get your body hung
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion
Then leave the party calm, on a Pepsi and Bacardi bomb
Bail ain't nothin, I make a Gotti bond
Magician, I could make a dollar flip
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick


[Chorus]



[Young Buck]

I'm rich than a muh'fucker ridin in the dirty-ass Phantom
We kill undercovers down here, we can't stand 'em
Fill up the door panels, and stuff the floorboards
I could fit a hundred in a Honda Accord
Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller
Hand of a hustler, I'm all about a dollar
E'rybody's a customer, nobody's a friend
Somebody gotta do it, anybody can win
If I, did it then I can, do it now
When we, get 'em in we just, ship 'em out
A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit and tie
Cartiers, you can tell that I


[Chorus]

[50 Cent - Talking]

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?


[Chorus x2]

They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that


[50 Cent]

I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!


[Chorus]



[Young Buck]

You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we even
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!


[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!


[Chorus]

(50 Cent)
GRRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
(Chrous, 50 Cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
(50 Cent)
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude this is
(Yung Buck)
(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
(Chorus, 50 cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
(Lloyd Bank$)
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, dey show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five hunnid degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before
Black card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)
(Tony Yayo)
I said these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
(Chrous, 50 cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)
(Unknown Artis)
Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't done
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up like he sat in the sun
I'm bout my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (BITCH)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
AHHHH!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN!
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN!
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herfucking khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn
Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers
FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that slot, we won't stop...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin wit a soldier
I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas
[Close: 50 Cent]
Shit! Pull That Back!

Son you smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy. Is that you Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
Y'all niggas is pussy
I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.
It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see
it's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can't say I love you I dont know what that means
I'm a pimp.
[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
[Verse 2:]
When I first met her
I did anything to get her (what?)
Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh)
Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up
but couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin'
She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals
Baby wipes and cans of Infamil
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex
All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control
[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
[Verse 3:]
I'm wonder when I'm gone if you miss me (miss me)
or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I'm fuckin' with you
I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes
Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
I'm into tongue kissin', four play all day
Mama ain't home so the noise is okay
O.D.B. you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin' (whoo)
The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
My tongue touch the right spot I'll have your toes curlin'
Whether we're just kickin' it or we sexin' (uh huh) I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
When niggas get out of line I check them man
[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
Yeah
Don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
Punk ass mothafuckas
All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
Ain't no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.
Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl
Come on gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]
You know they say I'm sexy now
Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made me
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd Up
Its the things that I seen
And the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold
I stay G'd Up,
I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes
I stay G'd Up,
When im hanigin' out tha window wit that AK
Fillin ya punk ass wit holes
I stay G'd Up
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana,
Mule on that Greyhound from the N-Y to the Carolinas,
Paper chase, different name
Same face, don't catch a case
My road dog's on parole
His baby gurls 4 years old
We play tha block, pistol cocked
You could shoot or get shot
Kill u for ur crack spot
Take everything your ass got
Semi-automatic spray
Bust back or run away
Niggaz talkin in tha hood
We'll handle his another day
In November, you make my shitlist
You did, you can cancel christmas
I'll send you a gift
Niggaz will come and leave yo' ass twisted
Dem hollowtip shells burn baby burn
As a nigga get murked, a babies born and tha world turns
I seen it all crystal clear
So I keep my pistol near
Hearts never full of fear
Homie I stay well aware
Of whats goin around me, muthafuckas want me dead
I go with a smile on my face, finish my time kid
Lil nigga I dun paved the way, y'all should thank 'em,
But if u think otherwise bring ya boy over here so i could spank 'em
I'll put a end to your career bitch (bitch)
Before you speak on 50, buy .40 and a spare clip
These niggaz gassed up
Gettin too used to rap
Like I wont give them more blood clots than supercat
Niggaz'll snatch ya
I'm like a backcatcher (nigga)
I'll give a sign and they'll throw sumthin at ya
Round here niggaz die off hydro
And even when it aint 4th of July it sound like pyro
I'm smart enuff to creep and lay your dumb brains down
The pound (will) spin u around like tha young James Brown (yeah)
I know im hot but hey (hey)
I'm icy too
Rocks will hit u from a block away
Like a beat from Dr.Dre
We takin' over this year
K's and the soldiers is here
Everyone knows that your scared (yeah)!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
My popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man
He just pop another bottle n smoke up a half a gram
I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night
They gave my homeboy life
So when you do it do it right,
My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got tha heart to go and bust me a head or two (fo sho)
No other solution
You think we hollerin n hootin'
Until you wake up (buck!)
Then you gotta here about these shootings
I take a pull from a loose one
And put tha clip in my pocket
Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)
And if its beef my nigga
Then let your guns do ya talkin'
The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha)
They say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate
They say that we da reason why these young niggaz buying weight
But im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'day
Its "Nuttin But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr.Dre
[Chorus]

"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] Ay if you hear me out there
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR!
[Verse One: Young Buck]
You never know when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they know its me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that
But I'ma just step back, and focus on Buck
Tired of ridin in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin'"
It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, he carry me man
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
You don't know what I been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock
When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Visa
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza
She's scratched my Beema, but I ain't seen-her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA
We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cashville Tennekey bitches and New York City hoes
They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
You know me nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Young Buck]
Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
(What?) Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered CASHVILLE, lettin 'em know where I come from
Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge
I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin
So when they see 'em snitch niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
I know you prayin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz
Banks! FREE YAYO!
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I'M HERE NOW!

[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
You can't hold me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe
apple wasn't around so i had to let my brother know,
never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then it's more than one gun,
five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
smiling all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick,
but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Young Buck]
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I can feel your pain nigga,
I'm still in the game nigga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty,
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
you can call me the don.
You want to fuck with me, so make one more move and your dyyyyin',
ain't the time for caught and hit me in the cryyyying,
cause my niggas ain't goin'stop riiidin', so your gone
[chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, Iput a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[50]
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch,
Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit,
Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me,
I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled,
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles,
You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times,
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst,
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam,
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.
[Chorus X2]
Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 agendas
I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!
[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kinda control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "slow down baby"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like Nicole ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club
[Chorus]

({*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line {*scratching*}
[50 Cent]
G U-nit!
[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
{*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
{*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}
[50 Cent] (Missy)
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
[Missy]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the herb on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
{*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards*}
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
[Chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
{*scratching*}
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God

[Young Buck] (chorus)
You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me
(no)
You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me
(no)
You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me
(no)
It's G-Unit and we bout to get this fuckin hoe
[50 cent]
Yea nigga I'm the first one up
I heard you been talking mad shit
why dont you just step the fuck up
Get in my face and see whats happens
I'll take you out you wont know what happened like poof its magic
yea I pull magic tricks im like B rabbit
I beat the hell out of all you faggots
I do it big just like a real savage
Game wanna mess wit us we'll do it back
Fuck all 'this get rid of beef' ya'll heard that
You wanna know whats happens when you mess wit G-Unit
You get dropped,shot and punched in yo shit bitch
(chorus)
[Lloyed Banks]
Uhh Yea
Sit down 50 man let me get on this nigga
he talkin like he a G
But he dont wanna see me in the streets
niggas get capped up, smacked up and killed
I like to do it gangsta style yea I do it for real
I'll be yo dentist get yo chest filled Wit bullets
Yea yo plan failed to ruin the G-units name
Lets do it like trina and stop playin games
Im'a spit heat flashes make you look like a lame
I when i head in the club hoe's give me they name
I'll do it like lil flip and say
You a lame so yo dame must be playin mind games
If you think you mess wit G-unit
Think about we go in the streets and handle our bussiness
(chorus)
[Tony yayo]
Im back on that gansta shit
When Im in the streets ya'll know who Im wit
G-unit we kill nigga's that talk shit
The Game has gott'n so selfish
We the one's who put him on the map
Take this track rewind it like Boom Boom Clap
And you'll find out who's goin get ya
we always goin be on 106&park; like yo twin Big Tigga
I hope you figured out why we made this song
Cuz you really do want to fuck wit us we king kong
(chorus to a fade)

Where I'm From
G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
In my hood when you young
You tuck and handle your biz nigga
Coming from where I'm from where I'm from
Stick up kids will run up in your mammas crib nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya f**kin wig nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga
Comin where I'm from where I'm from
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm from New York City
Eyes on the prize
Dodging the worm
I'll fry your head like a project perm
Bullets burn
My right hands in the urn
How the hell did I deserve to be placed in a situation with nobodys concern
Cursed the coward thats bragin and didn't clap they mark
He deserve a beating faster than a fat mans heart
I play my part well respected
Every minute every second
You'll put a dent in your budget bugging me for a record
[50 Cent:]
In my hood when you young
You tuck and handle your biz nigga
Coming from where I'm from where I'm from
Stick up kids will run up in your mammas crib nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya f**kin wig nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga
Comin where I'm from where I'm from
[Young Buck:]
Cashville is what I call home
Just know when to call on
It's every man for himself
I come from the bottom
I been to niggas behind the trigga and been in front of the bullet
But where I'm from we dont think about it we pull it
Crips and bloods in Cali they got these country niggas bangin
Ain't no more hangin
Nigga what set is u claimin
Round here money aint comin like it used to be
Cuz these teens killin fiends over half a g
[50 Cent:]
In my hood when you young
You tuck and handle your biz nigga
Coming from where I'm from where I'm from
Stick up kids will run up in your mammas crib nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya f**kin wig nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga
Comin where I'm from where I'm from
[The Game:]
West side Compton motherf**kers
This three wheelin ass scrapin
100 spoke gold daytons
Home of the Lakers
We ridin dubs like Payton
Bandana 45 cock it back how the tips gon fly
You bitch niggas go run and hide
It's NWA till the day I die
Purple haze I get high
Were the beef at im ready to ride
allstar game don't come outside
little drama and it's gonna be a homicide
lowridin through the CPT banks ridin shotgun
buck in the backseat g-unit pops on

[Chorus]
I wanna be your lawyer
I really wanna defend you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply gonna try you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply gonna try you, crazy
[Young Buc]
Im lovin' how you look in my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the afterparty
I think we make a perfect couple
But you think I'm trouble
Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin'
Your toes painted half fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do
Making decisions shorty good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
Before I head home
Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Bitches be frustrated with the baller
Qonder why I call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spall her
Hickups annoy ya from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I'm in town
Hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wed down
Next door neighboors hear the sound
Pictures hittin' the ground
Just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her lick her lips
Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
I sweet talking her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right
Look I'm legit now used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefit of world tours
Big house big Benz girl it yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't Indulge in my past fuck what happened before you
Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night
We can have a balla night
[Chorus]
I wanna be your lawyer
I really wanna defend you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply gonna try you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply gonna try you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby
I wannt be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.

(50cent) (chorus)
She saids she loves it
She like my music
she like that im thuggin
she loves G-unit (bis)
(50 cent)
Baby girl you can push me pull me
Scrach me screw me
Holla my name while we fuck
Get on top you can ride like a rodeo
You freaky and I know So
Would it if you like it in ur but
Shes a workin girl
Get on top and let me see work it girl
Dont stop get it get it (Yeah)
You can ride until you satisfied
Though of you lovin in my brain
Makes me sing in the rain
(chorusx2)
(Tony yayo)
Man anything goes when it comes to hoes
Ma, ur feet look good
Let me suck on them toes
And if Your body smell right
Let me look on them hoes
I bust a nut on your face
While my dick on your clothes
Baby,spark the blunt and light the ensan
Ya its time to freak off with my project princess
Ya boobies wanna talk and send fairmail
Cuz ya see me in the sources and the XXL
(50)
Everybody wants to be real
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nigga ur suppose to be real
But niggaz find out that u tellin'
Nigga u gonna get ur ? feal
You gettin in and you know ur gonna get it THROUGHHHHHH
I know true thugz are hard to find
to said it find you for real
I put a holes in ur ass with a blue steal
Keep your funk ass and tellin'
Wwwwwooooooooooooooo
Nigga YOU tell on me and you Diiiieeeeeeeee
You eard me NIGGA?
wooooooooooooooooooo
I said, YOU tell on me and YOU DIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE
I got sometin for you nigga
I put my hood on it (for sure)
GGGG-UNIT!!!!!!!!!!!
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[Banks]
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dolla bankroll
Black Lac, for my outta state ho
These niggas talk gangsta
But really aint tho
Imma stormy night, you a rainbow
Imma G, tight clothes aint my thang bro
Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16
I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean
And gotta body like i feed it creatine
My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII
[Yayo]
My name is Yayo
a crazy nigga he dont play tho
I hitcha planters peanut wit the .80
Al Qaeda expert merkin
When all my niggas die
They gon have 80 virgins
Im the 'Burb swervin
Cuz im drunk and im high
Wit that glock and pump, that mac and .45
Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell
Fuck the FEDS i still deal fishscale
Mini me niggas wanna copy my style
But legal aid lawyers aint good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach
[50 Cent]
Nigga this Boo-Boo
But you can call me 50
Fuck wit me the bullets'll have to get me
760i I ride imma rider
Beef pop, i'll stop talkin n get quiet
And make muzzle on the Tech look like its on fire
My shit jammed and unjammed like i planned it
Like I was jus takin a breather im back blamming
Im Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry wit the cannon
You shootin back, but u aint hittin,
Shit im still standing
When shit dont go down smooth I dont panic
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man
Yea, nigga im straight outta southside
Im back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit
Stunt getcha mouth wide
We move around militant
We trained for some iller shit
Southside

[50 Cent]
Yea, something special you know sumthing epic
Lloyd Banks you know cause da nigga thuggin
on me here on I wanna see u smile baby
-Whooo!-
Want to be easy an smile - 3X
After you wipe yo tears and dry yo eyes
[verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'm getting the feeling u want to take revenge
from the conversations we have and the way it ends
you want to discuss me in front of your lady friends
thats why its just me in my mercedes benz
it all depends maybe we can make amends we can start from scratch
if u control yo temper and remarks and fact
you plan to be platonic but the hearts in tact
but every time we separate someone is always launching back
your amazing in da sack, eyes light up like your asian but your black
god bless u he gave you all of that
if you seen her from the back
u would understand why we still like that it aint her fault,
Lord know the pussy good enough to make me miss award shows
I aint got to say nothing she just knows,
but the way I look at her makes her take off her clothes up an down
[chorus: Lloyd Banks(50 Cent)]
When ever I'm not around and u feelin down let the thought of me
be easy an smile
I dont want to see you frown like them kids watching clowns I want to be joy
be easy an smile
we leaning on my style you know how I get down I provide, but I aint in needs to
be easy an smile
we done gone through up's and downs tha drama I don did to
be easy an smile
[verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been looking pityful,
the awful shit I don did to you,
ride into it and tipped you over in to a crib or two
I've come to clean to be a bigger indidvual
even though you visible when those evenings I visit u
kind of makes me feel lucky cuz I see niggas when you tease them with your physical she want to reck up the room I aint got no more room left, why I want a sexanate princess my foreign chick bad but she bitchless
plus it's hard to communicate cuz she don't speak no english
I been around the world state to state
but now on back I got you laughing in yo shower cap
lets get it on cuz I'm leaving in a hour flat
but it really don't matter she mad even if I holla back
all I really need is yo attention fo awhile I bet I can make u smile
[chorus: Lloyd Banks(50 Cent)]
When ever I'm not around and u feelin down let the thought of me
be easy an smile
I dont want to see you frown like them kids watching clowns I want to be joy
be easy an smile
we leaning on my style you know how I get down I provide, but I aint in needs to
be easy an smile
we done gone through up's and downs tha drama I don did to
be easy an smile

[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
smile (Ha, ha)€Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse One]
Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and stiletto take a, cartlan party is when ya sneak in the meadow and ya can head to the house from the houses to threw floor from the floor to the couch from the couch to the door, then its out to the store for, out for the more, watchin' out for the law, coz its a powerful law, i don't care how much you want it dawg, vouch to the pool, cause the first hint she did i was on mouth for the tour, im loving the ladies with no husbands and babies, since little I've been active, lost dozens of babies, maybe ive been stuntin' in your cousins Mercedes and roll upon you dumping, pull a gun at your 80's, ive been around your block, im the talker of the town, that's probly why they wanna see me in chork on the ground, well you can find me on a corner with a pack of marijuana middle finger to haters, nigga you're fuckin' with the greatest
[50 Cent]
[Chorus]
Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on a short stay, we don't have to go far, far away to have some fun, try things my way, bitch grab your bags, get in the Esclay, put the seat back, we on our way, there's no games to play, nuttin' else to say listen to your man girl try things my way
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse Two]
We makin' you, rest in towel, make a mess in the flowers, how bout sex in the shower or neck for an hour, you got a ring on your finger even one on your nose squeezing some on your toes, one in your tongue that blows, ohh, remember speak about it, you could of been a model, why you didn't swallow, niggas got scenes tomorrow, no love, no hoes, no paper, nah no ice no hoes no maker, your picture look good, imma' take her wont have to fight or make her first night imma break her, i got game like a laker, you think I'm slow or something, stop bitch you know you frontin' always wants a different nigga you some kind of hoe or something
[50 Cent]
Yeah Banks, I know the bitch man, I sat kicked it with her for a few minutes and shit, i wasn't even goin' hard son i just kicked it wit her for a lil bit then i told the bitch i was like..
[50 Cent]
[Chorus]
Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on the short stay, we don't have to go far, far away to have some fun, try things my way, bitch grab your bags, get in the Esclay, put the seat back, we on our way, there's no games to play, nuttin' else to say listen to your man girl try things my way

[Hook X2]
[50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
[50 Cent]
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar
I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I’m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.
I’m on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up (What)
[Hooks X2]
[Lloyd Banks]
Slow down little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don’t need no weed
I’ve been in LA for a year now
So I don’t see no seeds
After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me
So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins
[Young Buc]
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting’ money
I know some artists is starvin’
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin’
Cuz on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like gang
See I’ve been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles (yeah)
[Hook X2]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend
[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on
They ride with me when I'm past the mall
Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mom at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain't never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn't proach in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I backround
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads
These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[Young Buc]
We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his window out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run and you even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Its a regular day and a regular routine till I hear this tragic news from about three feens, your man Fifty just got popped nine times
and I heard through the great vine its all cuz his rhymes
in front of his grandmoms standing on the lawn wearing no teflone
I wonder if he gone
I know in my heart i wanna cry having thoughts in my mind that man goin die
as I frantically run towards Fifty's spot, I panically peep like fifty cops , it was blue and whites, D.T's, and homocide and yellow tape blocked off on both sides with 4 5th shells on the floor and D.T's ringing doorbells going door to door yo I'm stressed out smoking bogie after bogie
duck in the sarce cuz the sarce fucking know me ,Ijumped the G truck and got a mac to spit and we did about to bust those mary maculin at the time
I started to think back in shit how we used to sling crack and stack up chips, with Can, P-lo, Big Ju and The Kid, and my man Fifty used to smack a bitch, and the good and the bad on the one three four and the Hoes that we had at the Cash Money Tour now I'm at the hospital, stop day dreaming all I see is 5 5 1 and its beafing, baby mom screaming whole family greaving but the word is that my man still breathing, I dropped to my knees and I thank the lord and got long shit list all across the board motha fucker, fuck ya'll niggas man, G-unit, we takin over this shit nigga,
Fifty the General nigga I salute him nigga, Tony Yayo nigga the hustler of this shit, Fuckin Lloyd Bank$ the boy wonder nigga fuckin yo bitch,Shady AfterMath nigga get correct,Tony Yayo,rap juganaurts we run this shit

[CHORUS]
[CHORUS]
I don’t know what you been thinking
I don’t know what you been thinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
But you get out of line boy
But you get out of line boy
I’ll lay your ass down
I’ll lay your ass down
[50 CENT]
[50 CENT]
I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother fuckin khakis on
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother fuckin khakis on
Nah thats iight man I ain’t got nuttin to prove
Nah thats iight man I ain’t got nuttin to prove
I’m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose
I’m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose
Look man I don’t know what you been drinkin’
Look man I don’t know what you been drinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
But you get out line and swoop hit you upside the head
But you get out line and swoop hit you upside the head
Media they right whatever they choose
Media they right whatever they choose
The cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
The cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk in my shoes
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues
They say my music make a gangster want to pop something
They say my music make a gangster want to pop something
Well tell them niggas they could pop this and stop frontin’
Well tell them niggas they could pop this and stop frontin’
You heard a nigga do you know how I get down
You heard a nigga do you know how I get down
Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds
Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds
In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now
In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now
Start some bullshit and imma lay punk ass down
Start some bullshit and imma lay punk ass down
[YOUNG BUCK]
[YOUNG BUCK]
Hating niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs
Hating niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck but I look like an old man
My name Young Buck but I look like an old man
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me to Lil Wayne
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
I don’t dance but I look like signing with Diddy
I don’t dance but I look like signing with Diddy
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me
No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin
No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I’m claiming the set
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I’m claiming the set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers
I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that’s why your show got cancelled
Ten people showed up that’s why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
Niggas callin 4 these features but they get no answer
Niggas callin 4 these features but they get no answer
Fuck yall niggaz!
Fuck yall niggaz!
[LLOYD BANKS]
[LLOYD BANKS]
Bitches know it’s a privilege
Bitches know it’s a privilege
If I stop to check her
If I stop to check her
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper
And I don’t mean the soda
And I don’t mean the soda
The sixteen top shot loada I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
The sixteen top shot loada I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
You fuckin with a soulja
You fuckin with a soulja
Selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folda
Selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folda
So please keep talking so we could spread your feet
So please keep talking so we could spread your feet
Have you on your boulevard C walking
Have you on your boulevard C walking
The birds keep hawking Why?
The birds keep hawking Why?
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
from DC to Boston
from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
The niggas that I be with got guns
The niggas that I be with got guns
On the big body tip and if they pull out
On the big body tip and if they pull out
You guarding and shit
You guarding and shit
You got me in a heavy gray picture
You got me in a heavy gray picture
Plus I light up trees like everyday is Christmas
Plus I light up trees like everyday is Christmas

[50 Cent]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone Toddy gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back down
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' ??? now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Erica the jump shop but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.
[50 Cent]
Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me
I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me
Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
Till G put that gunin down that ??
[Chorus: 50 Cent]

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
(Verse 1)
I suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or it R.I.P
I'm stupid rich, got retarded money
I'm special wit it, I got special bread
It's easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, please leave me now
I f**k when I want, I do what I like
She want the same shit I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat
It never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
(Verse 2) Tony Yayo
I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
I'm in ??????, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy
I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin'
10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain't nothing
(Verse 3) Lloyd Banks
If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it
She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
you look as good as your chess
And when your neck it, I'm ready to f**k
A little head in the truck
If a turn gang good, i'ma let her come up
When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I'm with G-Unit,
Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
(Verse 4) Young Buck
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... Three, two, one
Yea right now
You got skills on them high heels
When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
and I ain't got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it
I'm all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at
(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

[50 cent]
I think I'm a gangsta but I'm really not,
All I ever do is pick my nose and eat my snot,
I like to go around with tatoos and say I got shot,
When the holes are tattoos that were glued on the spot
I AM NOT A GANGSTA
YOU JUST A WANGSTA BITCH
I try to create an image that is fake
Like goin to the library and eatin cake
I don't like that shit man, it's just not me
Cuz what I really like to do is drink my own pee
Nigger, I am
I stupid fat lipped motherfuckin ugly ass bitch ass nigger
Uh oh, here comes the KKK, I BETTER RUN!

[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And neva know what happend
When we come through them cowards dont want none
They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come with me but dont run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
[Chorus]
We got action when you don't
Show are places when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
G-U-NIT
[Chorus]

[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe
apple wasn't around so i had to let my brother know,
never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun,
five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick,
but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Young Buck]
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I can feel your pain nigga,
I'm still in the game nigga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty,
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
you can call me the don.
[chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[50]
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch,
Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit,
Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me,
I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled,
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles,
You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times,
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst,
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam,
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.
[Chorus X2]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[Intro]

To the evil he shows no mercy, NO!
To the deceitful his blows are swift, YES!
But, to the pure in heart he is love, love brothers and sisters! He is our leader!


[50 Cent]

Money buys dignity nigga!
Poverty’s a crime!
Follow me!
If you gon' follow somebody, follow me…


[Chorus - 50 Cent]

Im in the hood, niggas don’t see me, I be so low key
I’m where the dope at!
I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!
Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!
Listen niggas don’t come round me,
They done heard bout me
I’m where the dope at!
I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!
Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!


[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]

Shit is different now a nigga rich, I will get a nigga hit
You fuck with me, I get you killed, you think I won’t, I think I will
I blow a mil and get it back, yeah, nigger to beef with me you need a strap, yeah
Matter fact you gon’ need more than that, the shotty pop, the buck'll spray spray you
Your closest friend'll to you and tell you "get the fuck away"
You talk to me you watch your tone, nigga you cross the line and you’re on your own


[Chorus]



[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]

Bullet bounce attire, pistol buyer, frequent fire
No surrender, no retire, imma ball out till I’m tired (getting stacks nigga!)
You like it buy it, if not then just keep it quiet
Half the niggas you admire probly wired (you rat nigga!)
Gasoline, fire barbeque at liar, buy a mansion just to chill and while they fly I’m getting higher
Rolly drive, rosay drinker, think of don, think of me, you think of bread, lead, 100K arm


[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]

I’m a king, emperor, these rap niggas irrelevant
The Audemar is blacker than the president
I catch money in the booth goddammit
Sort of like Clark Kent in the Daily Planet
Drop head, pop lead outta car
These niggas better run like Usuan Bolt
I drop a bag, you get showered by hollow steel
Your mama tied up, tortured with a power drill


[Chorus]

G-Unit Ching Lyrics
I hustle
then I got that ching ching ching
then I bought my bling bling bling
that's how I got your fucking bitch on my dick
I hustle
then I got that ching ching ching
then I bought that bling bling bling
that's how I got your fucking bitch on my dick
BITCH!!!
Catch me wing shot nigga doin' my thing
cuz when I write with my pen
got me next to Don King
I'm in room 820 in a H2
with a project chic named Rachel
I got racks on my neck
with a big ass piece
they come thru when my lex
call that audition
with no roof on the top
that's my sunday car
in our home I'm looking hot
that's my monday car
I got a stable of hoes
I'm a P-I-M-P
saw your bitches on the (..?)
we got beans on our gat
we retail our weapons
in the way that I rap
we email our chesters
niggas hear what I spit
and wonder how I write
G-Unit gone will
we all on automatic pilot

Yea, 50cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
(Lloyd Banks)
This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if u jeopordize it i got the right
To send a muthafucker at ya tonight
G-Unit
And i aint stoppin till my click poppin
swimmin in barrels of money
Micheal walking around with a head em
cause it's Charley mc dummy it's funny
niggaz go ravving see you suffering, hungry
I'm Co-D as well skating with enough of niggaz money
Why you ass of
you know you ain't that tough
I'm pulling your mask off
As soon as you act up
You know what i came for
A peace of the game or
Artilary thats as long as a chainsaw
I buy them weight
But tis still feels like i'm dreamin
40. calinger my pillow cinda feel like my c-men
I fysical pressence of a female the form of a demon
that's why i fuck em and leave em get my nut while im breathin
And i thought they catch me slippin now im ducking and drippin, thats a thousand dollar outfit wuth the fuck is you brickin
You trippin the record can get my ass in position
Death wish for no religon wether catholic or christian
Listen, and when trough momma bitchen in and out the kitchen wuth probable cause is probable in and out the prison
We got soldiers
but you still gotta respect ours
We got more 4-5s and nines then a deck of cards
(Tony Yayo)
You can take me out the hood
But can take the hood out me
Cause im getto
Niggaz hate when you do good
But when you broke
Your friends and your enemy's
They love you
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Picture me being crack
Oh, you go
You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you to a junkie
I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country
Wallstreet niggaz, they caught me on a low
White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow
Its time to go on a bus the train a plane im smuggle
Im nothin but trouble Ill make ya money double
cook me in bacon soda, ill turn ya hoop-rock into a new range-rover
Ill pay all ya bills and fill je frigerator
Feed ya familly turn ya man to a hater
You can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box
Put me in ya nikes tims and reeboks
If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards
Cop a hundred grand you moving forwards
Im trying to move more birds, and PA all day on the corner of third
(50 cent)
You can take me out the hood
But can't take the hood out me
Cause im gettho
Picture me pollishing pistols
Im comming to get you the shells hit you you scream
Think im playing i mean it
Man i dont bought all this pistols, just get it popping
Start and wavin my own voice shell cases gets the drop
The devils round the corner i got to much pride to hide
Im outside gun in my pocket theres stuntin to poppin
Im dying to poppin them young and im wrestling to the death system as the world turns the rececippy learn
count on my blessins clean up my weapons im ready for war
The strong survive the weak shall perrish i told you before
Hoes be compementin me like 50, NICE CHAIN
Balaggio 20 grand of chips on the dice game
Its burned out cant stop it
You gotta watch MTV ,BET, NIGGA YOU SEE ME
I wonder if im mad cause im doing good
Cause niggaz are feelin me more than you in yo hood
And it hurts cause you love them but they dont love you back cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust ya gat you pussy
Yea, explain it to the niggaz in yo hood nigga
They know you fuckin the front nigga
Talk all that gangsta shit on the record
I see you nigga
niggas know me nigga
Ask around in my hood nigga
Read de daily news nigga
you see them talkin about me nigga
im in the middle of all cinds of shit
Pussy...get it poppin

G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco
(Chorus)
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'
(Chorus)
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea

50 cent
i hear allot of talking, niggas must be mad at banks,
theres only one problem you niggas aint as bad as banks
nigga you stunt, you will get shot down,
da pump will crak ur cranium ggggg unit
you move ill blow ur brain
banks
niggas dont want war they just mad cause they walk around frontin and i walk around stuntin
why you think da long pump is in da trunk for
if you really want something ill show up at your front door, i know my history , my family tree, im gettin madder fuck livin poor cause negativity spreads faster
smoking out da jar, scoping out da bar distracted by some shoety, breasts pokin out her bra
start thinking you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van, act hard but ur hart made of marshmellows man
talk tough but get cuffed and talking man
every day i gotta new bitch and when im done it looks like she dived head first in a pool wid it
you know im gonna end up dead trying to prove shit
ill put chalk around ur head like a pool stick
i gotta keep glocks on my waist
im hungry like a south african with flys stuck my face
catch me in a truck full of base
remember im a bachelor ill pop back in ya face
either pop my e or get ur face dump
the only trigger you touch is on a gas pump
i got my own personal slave she really knows how to work it, she dont wear alot but when she does its purple and i know you wanna fuck me but
when i aim the exit wound will be the size of a hockey puck i really hold da rubber and ill send sparks atcha
g unit wats up right know da gucci cloth
u gotta come a little harder you wear jerseys but
mine is a throwback yours is a starter
ya records will nver blow mine will
shorty know thats why she foaming in da grill
like the house on haunted hill
i dont talk around a snich, dont clound around a bitch
ja rule ya mums a rat and when i see her ill swing my bat ha ha ha

50 CENT:
G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah)
(Drop That Shit)
Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch
Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch
TONY YAYO:
They say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin' weight
None of that's yo' life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo' pound
Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better
And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar
I'm on first class flights with flying cooks
Cuz my verse sound nice when they flyin' hooks
Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly Hills
Some bad free hoes in the Montreal
Next year it's the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba
Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner
Cuz I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma
I'm the first one out, and last one on the corner
This life is a hustle any day you be a goner
P89 Ruger with the silence off
Little clipper sellin' spitballs goin' through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells
These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes
You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
I don't respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than Nike town
Swingin' 31 Money's I been on the block
Since nigga's did the snake runnin' man in the walk
When I was 15 I didn't want no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, servin' niggers
Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail
I got CO's bringin' cell phones to my cell
Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you
Fill you ass up with led turn yo' ass to a pencil
I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire
I had you on the run like Omar on the wire
I'm the only rapper you know that stay on the run
I'm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun
I'm a hustla' OG's love to hate
Cuz I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at
Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback
I'm a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
Fuck judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner
Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me
You wanna rap we can battle for yo' see through rollie
I begin in a mansion stripin' the models
The bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a bottle
There's too many Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gun's if you ain't got enough beef
The shit I spit will cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me
Im'a hide my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air
I've finished my work now its time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot
I Need 12 12's
And 58 58's
Cuz I got 8 sales
And they all gon' wait motherfucka
50 CENT:
Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch
Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch

[Chorus]
If you think you can fuck wit 50 you gotta be crazy
I wont do a joint wit you
Know matter how much your label try and pay me
I'm on top of hip-hop
I run wit Aftermath and mother fucking Shady
It simple i see you like to be me ya niggaz cant fade me
[Verse One]
I can be a gentleman a gangsta
The bitch done chose
I send me orders to put hoes
In niggaz and hoes
My wrist all froze from flip side poles
Fein share on my deeder doors i suppose thats the bottom line
So called a gran that a nigga switching white lines
Sell anything under the sun to get mine
I'm Gonna Shine
Some for the summer H2 Hummer
Got paper now im picky
Change the rims change the watch change the gems
I upgrade now im paid
Catch me in the truck tower loby
Stroking other niggaz hoes is my hobby
Treat me like king .... suck me baby
I Roll with Shady and Dr.Dre (ohh)
Im done ta charm a luck
See if i can finger fuck in a truck
G-5 50 so live
So as my zipper go down her eyes wide
Got her in hotely on the bed with her hand tied (woo)
[Chorus]
If you think you can fuck wit 50 you gotta be crazy
I wont do a joint wit you
Know matter how much your label try and pay me
I'm on top of hip-hop
I run wit Aftermath and mother fucking Shady
It simple i see you like to be me ya niggaz cant fade me

Stunt 101
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT
[Chorus]
[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go