[50 Cent]
Now play my Tony Yayo shit
Yeah, 50 Cent
G-Unit
Remix
Tony Yayo
We gonna do it again
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo
Back seat of X5 or Range Rov'
So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe
[Tony Yayo]
Hey yo, my truck talk for me
If I was bummy and ugly
Your bitch'll still have love for me
As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me
Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
And them loud system full of bass and highs
You see that X5 BM
Packed with Puerto Ricans
Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH)
[50 Cent]
Might see me in the Jeep
Rollin' 'round 4 deep
And you know we on the creep
Nigga, I'm holdin' it
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road
I pull the seats back
Put the sheets in the luggage rack
Pull out my balls
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick 'Bend over, mami'
Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
Now bitch, get on your knees
You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats
Where's your baby mama?
She in the truck and I'm blessin her
Undressing her
Make hop out for air re-freshener
I ain't stressing her
'Cause my rims keep checkin her
She's 21, my rim size older than her
TWENTY TWO'S
[50 Cent]
Niggas say they want beef
But when they see me in the street
They don't slow down to speak
'Cause they know I'm holdin ..
[Hook]
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
[Mike Tyson from "Sugar Hill (1993) ":]
[Raynathan Skuggs:]
Raise up, and step outta my mothafuckin' face!
You gon' catch a bad break cause I'm a rain on your ass like white on rice!
[Mark Doby:] You don't wanna fuck with me!
[Raynathan Skuggs:] H-h-hhh! [imitating engine starts] BOOYAH!
[Raynathan & dude:] Haha-hah!
[Raynathan Skuggs:] Haha!
[Mike Epps:]
Check this out man!
This yo' main man, partner man; Day-Day, Mike Epps!
Baby Powder, pimpin' got uh... pimpin' got in my blood.
And I just want let you know right now you listen to that G-Unit Part 11! [echoes]
Yayo's home on home-detention, right now eatin'... barbecue sandwiches and... chipses shit!
Havin' all Cadillac, different Puerto Rican bitches with puppy pitbulls step into the crib!
So make sure you ride to Yayo's home and check him out...
And give him a celebration to come home on home-detention!
Welcome home Yayo!
Ya niggas know what it is nigga [x4]
4 moshbergs, 5 45's
2 g5's, 6 groupies and they all wanna fly
10 darkies, 10 roseys, 10 groupies
5 niggas so that's 5 menages
23 wraps, 33 bluts, 43 bags of that poison dabbin nigga
100 niggas strapped, 100 niggas with a 100 macs
100 hats my bloods il carve a nigga
50 pair of louies, 50 pair of gucci's
50 pair of pradas I done seen more shoes than foot doctors
2 hermee scarves tecs 22's bought
Leave you 6 feet deep another gangsta play the part
Ladi dodi we like to party
4-10 on my waist they ain't searched my body
Tony yayo I'm a cocaine rap star
[Tony Yayo:]
From brownsville to southside jamiaca queens
Luck what's good nigga
Top fyfe
[Tony Yayo:]
Punky bags of the hash, stashbox hold the heat
I light 4 up and randall puts on a beat
Is this money good green or bad venom
Fans love michael vick when his ass winning
I'm everything you hate lord please repent em
Semi auto and a nice damn full extension
And I'm found of them hood rats
I hit the bail bondsman my lil niggas worth that
A.a 12 break your arm tryna twerk that
6 feet deep tuck you in for a dirt nap
My dumb dumb arsenal I'l rip of parts of you
British millitary bullets blow all in you
It's hot, sunny days with the skekan
Ak bullets in a handgun a man down son
[Chorus x2:]
[Tony Yayo:]
4 5th il leave ya man down
Man up
[Uncle Murda:]
Play around till your man down
Stand up
[Uncle Murda:]
Shoot that nigga I don't care who in the car with em
Real nigga shit I don't care if his moms with em
They think they got me, I'm laughin at the d.a
My man taking all the murder charges like rebay
He told me just make sure his moms and his seed good
Nigga as long as I'm straight they gon be good
Corporate niggaz don't understand shit like that
My street niggaz love when I write shit like that
My fully loaded calico put niggaz in they place
When I check niggaz I be puttin bullets in they face
Yea it's black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow tape
The crime scene gettin investigated by the jake
We don't tell on ourselves to save the first 48
Officer wheres my lawyer get the fuck out my face
I'm a real nigga nigga I don't know how to be fake
I go harder than b howard when I'm in the paint
Brooklyn
[Chorus x2]
[Lucky Don:]
I just started son I bein in the loop
No college still bangin with duke, ya get me
Come on let's bang off the roof, ya with it
That was our childish days
Brownsville born to child my rage
Who grow up and found fouler ways
No father figures, I'm 13 and I'm jumpin outta cars with niggaz
Champion hoody no jokin like nigga what's goodie
Some niggaz use ta see me and boogie
Fast forward son they still do
I ain't a use to get busy nigga I still do
Them other niggas just bark niggaz I will chew
And let a nigga just rot there, mildew
I keep the smiths around me, nigga like will do
Blank blank period nigga I kill you
Kill you
[Intro: Young Buck]
Hahaaaaa!
Ayo Yayo! [shot]
Ayo you off parole now, nigga.
LET'S GOOOOO!
Hahaaa!
Ayo, man!
These niggaz musta forgotten, man...
Nigga we run these streets, nigga!
G-UNIT! LET'S GO!
[Young Buck {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
We let you niggaz pick up the ones, we left you our leftovers (YEAH!)
Shut down your company and murdered your best soldiers. (hahaaaaa!)
And it's the motherfuckin' thanks we get
I ain't puttin' out my album till you buy Bank$ shit. {DIVA!}
Don't be fooled by these rap niggas fake ass jewels {whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
They sell a hundred thousand records and they think they cool. (COOL!)
Where's the rules? (HUUUH?) - My little girl watchin' the tube
And she don't need to see another nigga kissin' a dude. (WHATTA FUCK?!) {HAHA!}
BET didn't give us no invitations to the awards
There wasn't enough metal detectors at the door.
Lord! (YEEEEEEAAAAH!) - Don't let this industry injure me,
I'm tryna see my nephew at least turn 23! {LOADY MACK!}
Live to the day they let Larry Hoover free, (WHAT?) ("DJ WHoo Kid! ")
So all you rap niggas better get used to me. (OKAAAY!)
Let's take it back Yayo to where it used to be. (HEEEEEEEEEEEY!)
G-U-N-I-T! - Holla back! {DAMN!}
[Tony Yayo:]
You started, I fell off, my album did 700!
So fuck with 55, I'm in a 600!
Level-4 Vest got the.50 on me,
And if I ever go broke, I spend 50's money!
Nigga fresh off tour - from Sweden to Germany! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Chill on my dick - so these hoes ain't burnin' me
Bentley flyin' spur - interior burgandy!
Bulletproof truck, in case you cowards try to murder me. {YAYO!}
Jail house is packed ain't no empty cells
And I'm tryna make a half a mill - off of 12-12s!
My little mouse gun - hold 12 shells!
And if we get locked up, we postin' 12 bails!
Antiques, Gucci Sneaks, they cost 12 bills
For my next 2 albums I need 12 mills. (YEAH!)
I'm the MVP, the "Most Valuable Playa"!
I'm in your mp3 playa. - So hate nigga! (YEAH!) {WHITE BOY!}
[Interludes (Snoop from "The Wire"):]
[Snoop:]
My man Tony Yayo, "Finally Off Papers", you heard me?
That's the "Talk Of" [echoes], "Top Of" [echoes] New York!
[Yayo:] Yeah, nigga I ain't pissin' in no more cups! You know what time it is, nigga!
[Snoop:] Yeah, no more cups! None of that free playa, man!
[Yayo:] Smokin' and jokin' and totin'...
[Snoop:] Put yo' wings on, nigga! [beat stops]
[Yayo:] Fo' real nigga!
[Snoop:] Put yo' wings on!
[Chorus: x2]
Weed and hennessy let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
[Repeat]
[Verse:]
I got a hand full of money, and pockets full of drugs nigga
Precites the felon this is for my thug niggas
Mama praying when I'm walking the streets
Cause they boys on the corner keep calling police
Yeaaa, the lil homies cold blooded
Shorty got his shotty in his pants leg walking in the public
Feds chase a nigga right off the block
And I'm staying out them clubs from them hip hop cops
I watch, all my friends and watch all my enemies
In the room paranoid with 10 set a keys
And 10 set a keys, is 10 set a keys
I flip flop the colors, on 10 set a v's
The life of a hustler that just wanna ball
I keep a 44, in my project hoe
A street nigga ny know
I drink rosay like a fucking whino
We can get it shaking like a stripper panties
I'm smoking half a pounds, y'all niggas tryna ante
Rest in peace to granite, she died at 1.03
There's a million you's, but there's just 1 of me
I got my antiques on with my fucking free t-shirt
Fuck a cd I'm bagging up that work
[Tony Yayo Talking:]
Yeah its the Talk Of New York Tony Yayo GGGGG G Unit
And I'd like to thank Game cause hes Mr. Potato Head of the year
Put together gangsta, Change Of Heart ass nigga
I'd like to thank Fat Joe for not sellin any records
34,000 this week its such a horrible thing
I'd like to thank Cassidy, no I can't thank Cassidy I'm a wish him luck
Cause I don't him to be in the Supermax with Kool Aid on his lips and high
heel pumps nigga ya'll niggas is pussy man Tony Yayo said it and
FUCK D-BLOCK! ya'll niggas stop coppin pleas man ya'll niggas know
I know you know, I know what you talk about, and DJ Coward you pussy
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Fat Joe won't sell, Jada won't sell, Cassidy won't sell so they mad as hell
I'm in ATL, Yayo be flossin
loose diamonds got the kid big bossin
We can conversate, over eggs in Deamano's estate
Out of town I break legs for Castellano cake
Feds clock cause my watch is what Jacob make
And Cristal in the bottle help me operate
So who you gonna nominate?
I'm high rate
Through the whole Tri State
Yo my daily rhymes dominate
Its time to splurge and let the icebergs glisten
Now listen, to every word heard in this verbalition
Start something you on milk cartons missing
Disappear in thin air like thoughts of a magician
Now pay attention, my rhymes is hot transmission
Your rhymes is hootrocks that you keep on fixing
Its the technician, that migrate in the system
When I hit heavens gate, I'm going straight for a victim
Even for god's sake I might take his position
The bread I bake, make a steak in the kitchen
Roll with ex-cons in armed Expeditions
Dismantle MCs like time bombs clicking
Tick, tick, tick boom
The Unit hot like the sun in the month of June
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
[Olivia:] I make it hot... {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] G-Unit! {P. BLACKK!}
[Olivia:] I make it hot! {OLIVIA ALBUM...}
[50 Cent:] Olivia, let's go! {COMIN' SOON!}
[Lloyd Bank$:]
What's up ladies? - I'm back baby!
The Boywonder got the club goin' crazy. (yeah!)
I'm two-steppin' in my armor in my 80
But I ain't in the VIP unless they pay me. (uh!) (whooooooooooooooooooooo!)
It's like I practice stuntin' - ma I have ya matress jumpin' (uh-huh!)
And I know it sounds like I'm frontin'. - But I ain't... {SADA POP!}
Jerk! - Ya body, and work work 'em proudly,
Go and hurt somebody if I don't hit that. (uh!)
If you don't see 'em with me don't ask bout 50, (uh-huh!)
Cause if he was here, he'd be standin' right here. (yeah!)
And if you don't care so much about my fame
Then why you keep starin' at my chain? [echoes]
[Interlude: Eminem]
The, {Whoooooo!} the color really doesn't matter to me.
Uhm... I would probably say... the uuh... the bra size...
The uuuh... the ass size.
And as long as she doesn't have a recorder in her pocket...
Got a lot of freestyle... for Whoooo Kiiiiid!
His next mixtape!
[Intro x2: in the background]
[Olivia:] I make it hot... {HAHA!}
[50 Cent:] G-Unit!
[Olivia:] I make it hot!
[50 Cent:] Olivia, {OLIVIA!} let's go!
[Lloyd Bank$:]
What's up ladies? - I'm back baby!
The Boywonder got the club goin' crazy. (yeah!)
I'm two-steppin' in my armor in my 80 (yeah!)
But I ain't in the VIP unless they pay me. (uh!) (whooooooooooooooooooooo!)
It's like I practice stuntin' - ma I have ya matress jumpin' (uh-huh!)
And I know it sounds like I'm frontin'. - But I ain't...
... Jerk! Ya body, and work work 'em proudly,
Go and hurt somebody if I don't hit that. (uh!)
If you don't see 'em with me don't ask about 50, (uh-huh!)
Cause if he was here he'd be standin' right here. (yeah!) {BLACK YEAR!}
And if you don't care so much about my fame
Then why you keep starin' at my chain? - I'm doin' my thing!
From the club to the telly on a late niiight
Box of Magnums sippin' hen, finna get riiight
Check-out time ain't 'til dayliiight {CAN'T FORGET...}
{MIXTAPE...} From the club to the {USA!} telly on a late night.
[Olivia:]
Ooh baby you know I like it when you feel on me
Pullin' on my waist I'm feelin' energy.
Gettin' kinda hard to keep ya hands off meeeeee. (yeah right there!)
So slide a little lower put ya hands on my thigh
Maybe I know you like it if - that riiight.
I'm a show you how to make it last all niiiiiiiight
Now let me see you shake it! {Whoooooo!}
[Chorus: Olivia]
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (yeyeyeyeeaaaah!)
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (uuuuuuuuuuuh!) [Eminem:] (DJ Whoooooo Kiiiiiiid!)
Don't hurt nobody up in this party!
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!)
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (yeyeyeyeyeaaaaaaah!)
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (yeeeeayeeeeaaaahhh!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
Don't hurt nobody {SAP!} up in this party!
Twist it! Shake it! {MIXTAPE...} Bend but don't break it! {USA!}
[Olivia:]
Mix a little Hypno with some Hennessey
Like the way this jig goes when it goes through me.
Think I need to stop because I'm feelin' tipsy. (one more drink!)
Baby now I can't stop cause I'm in the zone
Shorty keep it comin' boy I'm grown
I don't wanna finish this dance alone. - Ooooh, I wanna see ya. {G-UNIT RADIO!}
[Chorus: Olivia]
Twist it! Shake it! (baaaaaybe!) Bend but don't break it! (shaake that thang!)
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (uuuuuuuh!)
Don't hurt nobody up in this party! (baaaybeee!)
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (yeeeeaaayeeeaaahh!)
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it!
Work that body {CAN'T FORGET...} gettin' so crazy! {AMADU!}
Don't hurt nobody up in this party! {14 STREET!}
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!)
[Bridge: Olivia]
Go! Go! Go! Down low. Shake it fast for me!
Work - your body! Don't hurt - nobody, up in this - party!
Now let me see ya go! Go! Go! Down low, {G-UNIT RADIO!} shake it fast for me! {PART 11!}
Work - your body! Don't hurt - nobody, up in this - party! {BLACK JACK!}
Now let me see ya!
[Chorus: Olivia]
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! {MAN DOG!}
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (uuuuuuuuuhuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!)
Don't hurt nobody up in this party!
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (I let me see you shake it!)
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (uuuuuuuuuuuuh!)
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (ooooooooohhh, yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah!)
Don't hurt nobody up in this party! {HAULYNNE!}
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! [beat fades out]
[Interlude: Eminem]
Whassup everybody?
I'm Eminem!
I'm right here in New York, right now...
Gpg 4
Keep raining on these niggaz man
I'm for the streets ya heard me
Yea, yea
Amazona piranhas concrete jungle
Christmas time on the humble kill chris cringle
I got dope on the streets fuck another single
My shiney a.p got her on my d.I.c.k
Enforcer like rebay
Kabo 10 weather no time for envy
Bounce through l.a, blue and red pelle
In and out burger, porn star in the tele
And she my motivation like kelly
Reverse cowgirl it, smoking on the swishay
Mack mentality all you niggaz squares
Capkin red bottoms got a million pairs
Christian lebouers I'm off that
Lavids on my feet cost a nigga some more rats
All the real niggaz, are dead or in jail
And the fed system tryin to kill niggaz with them cells
Bail jumper judge sayin I'm a flight risk
1 squad out gotta play the night shift
Cops wanna taze me beat me with they night sticks
Swine flu part 2 nigga the pandemic
Uh swine flu part 2 nigga
The red pelle hold a llama I'm a
Red belly pirnaha, clips banana
Check my persona I gets all your free times
Drive past a hater give him half of a peace sign
[Repeat]
I smoke exotic my bitch exotic
Scene is the aspens she feeling erotic
Hot tub in the moutain
Your boy frank getting you hot rubbed from the suckden
You ain't about nothing
We get that dope, we get that guap
We get the lookers we rockin bookers
We get that cheddar we living better
On the yaught just like a sailor
On the g5 I'm so high
G-unit we on top, it's hot
You hate we on top, and we won't stop
[Chorus:]
Climb to the top nigga
Won't stop we gon climb to the top nigga
Never fell off we gon climb to the top nigga
Huh keep climbing to the top nigga
Lloyd banks gon climb to the top nigga
50 cent gon climb to the top nigga
Yayo gon climb to the top nigga
G-unit we climbing to the top
Sha money what's good
Panademic, I mean pandemic
When I use them big words I fuck up myself you know
You know that's what happened before everything nigga
Y'all niggaz know what it is man
It's the unit baby
Yea, I would like to thank
Thisis50.com a million downloads all the fans out there
Appreciate it they hate, all the bloggers
Booboo tv also
Can't forget miss info tv
Rapbasement.com
Hiphopdx.com
Toletpuulet.com
Hip hop game, media takeout
Rap radar, global grind
Real talk, d-live, concrete lou
I'm on y'all man
Tmz, even the one's that's hating man
Nahright we love y'all to man
Ha ha ha ha
I'm into the game like 50 man
Tryna get rich, yeaaaaa
I ain't gon talk too much
Like I said shout out thisis50
I'm baaaaaccccck
[Chorus: x2]
I said the price of the fame
Got a price on my head
This is for my homies doin life in the feds
I keep that dope money in the bed
I got that 4-10 by my head
[Verse 1:]
2010 shit, global green mans said
Time for a change so my strap I'l make mans sick
I gotta habit for that sour and them big arms
Them fuckin rats got the tarp like pig farms
My life is too fast I wished it moved in slow motion
Haters wanna see me ashy with no perry lotion
But I'm heavy smoking, on the g4
I made enough money, but I need more
The art of war keep your enemies close
Keep your friends far away keep your strap in your coat
And my shooters run around like a massive cult
You wanna dance with the devil colt barrells on your throat
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Call the coroner his body ain't corresponding
Recession jack boys eating any niggaz shining
Bin laden k make the whole street run
Let off it look like the t-shirt gun
Cocaine gangbang hoes deepthroat
You ain't got that gang then you usain bolt
Now you wonder why my heart cold
I'm cryin over dary and albert with my blunt rolled
Little homie tell me what our future look like
Can you tell me what a shooter look like
Everybody screamin obama
But every hood that I go to it's more drama
Yeaaaaa
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
This is, that swine flu
It's a epidemic
Sold 2000 that's 14 grand
Girls in the v.I.p say they all with it
750 bm marine blue kitted
Dancing on the highway get it like with it
Navy blue fitted, all white kiddicks
I smell like chicklins boy I'm the shitted
My chain swinging like pacquio on hatton
Hurricane dubai, 19 thousand
Without no diamonds your girl still notice that
Camouflage louie belt hold up the loaded mack
Yea my swag off the meter man
Used to get money in p.a on the peter pan
8 chains like filt tips rings like jordan
Hater's is mad that I'm flossing
This that swine flu flow man
This that swine flu flow man
This that swine flu flow man
Yea niggas know it's the unit
Yea niggas know it's the unit
[x2:]
Make way for the unit coming through
Make way, yea
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas officials so I walk with the pistol
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Mami this a desert rider, baller, yay a shot caller
Hoe's in the iphone still won't call her
Matter fact call her, call up carla
Jump in the camaro with the brand new spoiler
Niggas that's gangsta, that's gangsta shit
G-unit's the clique that's the thanks that we get
Fans love me then they love me not
Nigga I don't give a fuck I'm in a lovely drop
Ma these hermee, these 800 riggghtttt
They look like no names the patch on the inside
Used to drive a hoop ride now I'm in a 6-5
I pull a trigger hit a nigga that's 6'5"
[Chorus x2]
[Red Cafe:]
The cowards acting like guerillas
But they ain't with the unit
So I'm a go ape shit show em how to do it
Swagga official, baller big bank
And we got the fishscale not in the fish tank
Top shelf dress code always extra
I murder anything moving always dexter
Swagga official walk gotta bop
Chopper that a cut your roof drop your top
The shit now big dog fuck you pay is official
Stones clearer than blue ray
And if I do say I'm still from the sewer
Still get my dick sucked right on guy brewer
[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 rims
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
[Intro: Lloyd Bank$ {Superstar Jay}]
I don't know what the fuck y'all been doin'! {Superstar Jay, Tony Yayo...!} [gun cocks] [11 shots]
But this what they want! {"Righteous Kill: You Will Respect The Gun"!}
I'd like to give a R.I.P... in advance... to all my enemies! {Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!}
Die quick niggas! {Whoooo!}
[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Straight Outta SouthSide"! - Crazy mothafucka named Bank-o! (yeah!)
Crack rap! - Million dolla bankroll! (yeah!)
Black 'Lac - for my outta state hoe
These niggas talk gangsta, but really ain't tho'. (no!)
I'm a stormy night! - You a rainbow! (hahh!)
I'm a G! - Tight clothes ain't my thang, bro'. (no!)
FUCK THE POLICE - with a' HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16. (yeeah!)
I'm ridin' dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeeeah!)
And gotta body like I feed it creatine. (whooo!)
My birth stone in diamond! - My favorite color's green!
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII! (boy!)
[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah!
Y'all mothafuckas shot my momma's crib-up?! (yeeeeeeeah!)
My sister and niece in there...
I'm gettin' y'all niggas hit for 500 dollars, I'm a be in London mothafucka! (yeeeeeeeeaah!)
[Tony Yayo:]
My name is Yayo! - A crazy nigga he don't play, tho! (WHAT?!)
I'll hitcha planters peanut with the.8-0! (WHAT?!)
Al Qaeda - expert merkin',
When all my niggas die, they gon' have 80 virgins. (BLAAAAT!)
I'm the 'burb swervin' - cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that Glock! - That pump! - That Mack and.4-5! (BRING IT DOWN NOW!)
FUCK THE POLICE they killed Sean Bell! (WHAT?!)
FUCK THE FEDS I still deal fishscale! (WHAT?!)
Mini-me niggas wanna copy my style,
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial! (hahaha!)
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain't lyin'!)
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach. - BLAAAAAAAAT!
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
These niggas is weak, son.
Lookin' like cookies an' cream to me.
Goddamn, a fly, man; a heartbeat, man; niggas know me!
Niggas know any of these niggas can't get it!
[50 Cent:]
Nigga it's Boo-Boo! - But you can call me 50! (50!)
Fuck with me the police'll have to get me.
7-60, I-I ride I'm a rider. (I'm a rider!)
Molotov, I toss that, you on fire! (you on fire!)
Beef pop, I'll stop talkin' an' get quiet
And make the muzzle on the Tec look like it's on fire.
My shit jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was jus takin' a breather, I'm back blammin'.
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry - with the cannon!
You shootin' back, but you ain't hittin' shit I'm still STANDIN'!
When shit don't go down smooth I don't PANIC!
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man.
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeeeaaah!
Nigga I'm "Straight Outta SouthSide"!
I'm back on that Gorilla shit, that cold hearted killa shit.
Nigga stunt to mouth wide... we move around military.
We trained for some iller shit... mohfucka!
SouthSide! [echoes] [beat fades-out]
[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the "Talk Of New York", Tony Yayo.
I'm like most people...
They respect the gun, they respect me, too, youkno'msayin'?
Shout-to my nigga, Brucie!
Youkno'Imean?
Shout to everybody on the MTV set, youkno'msayin'?
Look out for the new reality show, come in November. [beat starts]
Ffff!
Somebody's gon' win some guapo-mapo.
[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Yea from southside to far rock
Rest in peace to Stack Bundles
It's the unit
[Repeat]
[Stack Bundles:]
Nigga from far rock to southside
Hit em in his face so in nother words snuff died
I'm nice with a knife like a latin king
Carve a nigga ass up nice then I'm in the bing
I got my war paint on dog who want beef
I move with guerillas and wolves ya niggaz all sheep
These hollowtips I'll pop lock on a nigga
And for ya fake ass chain I'll go pawn it
[Riot Squad:]
Lil man's let em know it's jeezy
Big enough I'll give em a little pain like teenie
You know were far rock movers
Yo yayo hit fif we got far rock shooters
The rap game quiet, diet drama dark season
Now it's a reason for the riot
S s s s squad up nigga ya heard that
Now put your teeth and mouth where the curb at
[Chorus: Riot Squad]
Bad wolves move in silence
Respect 2 things that's money and violence
G-unit riot gang go head and run up trust me nigga they do bang
They won't get 1 up on me
Best believe I got something on me
So if you run up on me
That's the end of the story
[Tony Yayo:]
Ask dem niggaz in them projects if yayo's on that killer shit
Dat hollow gram grey glock tucked in that chinchilla shit
My lil niggaz hungry like yay let me book sumthin
Fuck books I need work let me cook sumthin
Kelly pushing hennessy wash away the pain
I'll leave a nigga washed up if he run up on my range
I got that aim, the glock gotta beam
My swag make haters wanna see me in a bing
I get that strap tight, homie I get right
Aim for your chest cavity and your windpipe
You niggaz marked bitches the 60 with the automatic
Start make the pussy fart on small bitches
And denny ones, I got mini guns
Baby glocks and beef brocks boy I got many guns
I use and abuse em, then I throw em to the wolves
And I cause mass confusion
[Chorus]
[Riot Squad:]
Listen it's 2 guns, 3 parolles we all guilty
I get knocked my clean record is filthy
Go against the rich slangin wool on the tapes
For the shit that's on your wrist that resemble a jake
If it's once and they fake so I don't see crystal
I bet you everythings coming out this pistol
Pull the thing out, one wing out
Give you something to sing bout
New york know how I mob em
Come to the club so a rapper can get robbed
I'm in deep in avalon (dipset byrdgang)
G-unit dumbouts riding like the saddles on
Call the jakes I'm the nigga to taddle one
They heard I hand balls like there pat alongs
And my young boys all got there pedal on
We can hold court in the street with no settle on
Yo doe time fix what's good
Make out in the colliseum
Ha ha
Rochdale, baisley, 40
[Verse:]
I'm from where all the warriors come from
Nigga it's sparta 300 with handguns
I hit the collisuem up
And park the bentley on the roof
Feelin like papi mason jumpin out the coupe
Niggaz talkin crazy, that I'l be the death of you
Mortician make up your family missing you
I'm a gangsta how I ain't tucked
Ya pussy niggaz lettin crackheads beat y'all up
Y'all got the gall, I ball, chris paul
And the psychic can't read my life through a crystal ball
2 bricks on consame fedarallis can't find me
My southside state of mind is oh so grimey
Guns fresh out the box keep making me hard
Niggaz swing on me you be spawned with god
Mazirati pull off like a rollercoaster
I got the cars stacked up on the motor coaches
World full of vultures, phone full of soldiers
Deez dusty niggaz dojas, I make they life over
Yea, and I ain't really worried bout when the narcs hit
House in the woods got the bear proof garbage
My jewish lawyer tear up the charges
Money got me in mawi on them models knockers
Ducatti monster, outrun the fucking law
Cause I'm an outlaw with a fucking 44
Southside where I'm from
Southside where I'm from
Southside where I'm at
Southside where I be
Big gun on me
Haha
Southside
Southside
They say never foregt where you come from nigga
Southside jamaica ya heard
Queens
Rest in peace to dre mose
Rest in peace to stack bundles
Jam master jay
[Chorus:]
When I'm riding, riding with the chopper
European with about 2 boppers
Hit a nigga quick then I slide from the coppers
Bop a nigga down like a top shotter
[Verse:]
Yea, marijuana and marinas on a speed boat
Your sex organs in your hand mine is in her throat
Blow yankee fitteds the whole teams out
Mansion lookin like darrachetta dream house
I'm a man ape on the mic
The weed grape and the work is white, aiight
So if you in artistic I'm in approachable
You inappropriate shooters are smoking you
Free surgery for pre sweet mc's
Don't get ya head caught up in this gullitine
Half a brick I'm a kill a fiend
I'm a pimp, I'm a sell her dreams
Uh, red bottoms and trips to milan
Big daddy kane piece on
Playin papadeauxs with hoes out in houston
Feds snatched my homie like swiper no swiping
Swipe the half a mill gotta 100 indictments
I kill my insecurites with jewellery
Security won't need security the rockwells fully, automatic
Disappear david blaine magic
Csi ya die the scene tragic
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
She know I'm a baller, hermeez aura
Know I'm a baller, red bottoms stalker
Know I'm a baller, hating don't call her
Know I'm a baller, and don't call her
Yea, the unit is back
Hot summer nigga
Nigga 50 just sold 2 milliion with jeremih
Banks almost get the awards
Ha, and haters is spinning crazy
The unit is back
50 Cent polyphonic ringtones
50 Cent sheet music
Concert tickets
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
General I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets nigga mothafucker punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singin' like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I'm co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
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 comin' pullin' pins out of grenades
You won't make it to the General without gettin' sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get 'em all blown back
Walk up on 'em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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 momma stop comin' around here or I'm gon' fuck her
We'll try to take up for them lames around you
He'll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I'm on the road blowin' grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin' like the KKK's around
My album's comin', a new year's approachin'
My buzz gettin' bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach 'em
There's a very fine line between a boo and a ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where the big head bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
Cause all you gotta do is just say yes
[Chorus: x2]
[50 Cent Talking]
G-Unit's like the Firm
Cause you can get in, you can't get out
[Tony Yayo Talking]
This is G-Unit life right here, know what I'm sayin'
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we're laid back, now we doin' us, we live it up
Public enemies shit
Niggaz thought it was over
Nah, wanna go to war
Yea, yea, yea, uh, yea, uh
I'm in the bentley, with the l lit
100 on the dash playin big l shit
I did sha quick, 6 quick months
And came home to porsches and homefronts
I got that fishscale passion,
Trunk of that aston looking like the aspens
I'm fresh off the red carpet
Young black and rich the police targets
With a gun I'm like babyface nelson, machine gun kelly
I aim for ya melon
I went from purple tag to black tag polos
And I don't need any niggaz I'm solo dolo
There's too many co d's my condo is cozy
My jewish lawyer murders I'l beat about 40
I use to have a 40 now I have a 4.4
Bulldog it bark when I let it go
Shout to steve murphy
Edward hannen
Scott leeming
Mark yan
I don't have beef with lawyers
Yea all bet's down
All bets down
All moneys good
Ya feet ain't good tho for real though
That ain't good
[Chorus: x2]
Scared money don't make money we got hoes
Scared money don't make money we get dough
Scared money don't make money haaaaaa
Scared money don't make money haaaaaa
[Verse:]
I treat these beat cd's like bricks
And treat these breezys to patron with a rozay twist
G-unit in this bitch
Dis is true og homie roll this
Picture me rollin ridin on a 100 spokes
Your girl rollin off that e pill antidote
You niggas get smoked banana clipped your wig push
Drinking 99 bananas smoking on banana kush
I'm a good look I define swag
My ego make the average nigga get mad
But hating is a human behaviour
Ya got cop out money so ya signing them wavers
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Yea you wanna die rock a bye baby
Out the cars and slugs fly rock a bye baby
Your moms and wife cry rock a bye baby
Let me tell you a lullaby rock a bye baby
[Tony Yayo:]
Coke price went up theeres a snitch in the area
Plus the block hot like case of malaria
Keep your head above water and stay on your feet
We can shoot out in the street like deniro in heat
Low in the seat, low in the jeep
I got ya hoe sneaking out while you goin asleep
Yeaaaaaaaa
Low in the lotus eclipse
It's an all black whip like michael knight shit
G-unit familia I die for my family
I'm machine gun kelly 50's meyer lansky
I wake up to granite and marble floors
And got hoes like janet in menage a trois
I know, killers, kidnappers and car thieves
Sheisty bitch set you up tryin to cut cheese
You get swiss cheesed real niggaz don't die
We get high fuck bitches and we multiply
[Chorus x2]
[Mel Matrix:]
Got the work from the og's who kill low coasts weed
Nigga never die his mouth gotta slow leak
Bullet hit his body leave em crying like bo peep
When it's only braggin know the goons get no sleep
Better yet we lettin it fly baby
My whole gang down for that rockabye baby
Never stand naw take the chair and fry baby
Yayo give me the word lettin it bang crazy
You know my attitude let's rock
Let the semi blow put ya brains on the next block
I'm the party yea chump gon take the next stop
I'm the big homie you flintstone like bedrock
Wear a vest you wanna avoid the headshot
Crime scene yellow tape target head lead pop
Put it in if the situation crack
And we ever get knocked never snitch and that's a fact
[Chorus x2]
[Sticko:]
I could show you fuckers how to get a bird up
Then take a bad bitch to burdoffs
A duck hunt in my hood I knock a bird up
Blow shots at your coupe then let the whip swerve off
Cheah, blicky all about payday
Alphabet killer I let the k spray
On some g shit these lames won't be shit
Can't leave off the block that's why they never see shit
The watch cost a few bucks
I'm in the fast lane moving past a few bucks
Took a bullet from a brother now I'm off the meter
It's lghts out when the beams jumping out the nina
I'm on a big screen the haters watching
Bein broke and set back seen the fucking options
50 told me that this shit can get crazy
So once he point the finger it's rocka bye baby
[Singing: woman]
I know to make it show and work
I'm headin towards hollywood to put in work
I wanna be a milionaire
I wanna be a movie god
(Tony yayo)
She's my red bottom girl
Red bottom girl [x6]
Her beauty striking like brazilian cobras
Brazilian chick italian heels in the range rover
Uh, she in them cinderella red bottoms
They 2000 I know cause my bitch got em
She like to shop on rodeo
Best friend use to fuck ocho
Don't love hoes, but I love my red bottom girl
She got her own bank account bein around the world
Red bottom girl, these rappers over glamourize
Got her in pair a too la boo and then the sky
Materialistic she know lipstick
Got the leppar prints of a sax 5th
She hit the floor and she steal the room
She in the summer line before june
Pretty face, good waist and a real good fashion sense
My red bottom girl know she the shit
[Chorus]
[Singing: woman]
I wanna be a millionaire
I wanna be a movie god
I wanna be sippin my drink on the sunset strip
Be ahnging out with all the stars
[Tony Yayo:]
She wanna be on the red carpet at the oscars
Or at the grammies next to gaga
Rakey and mills, make a family jada and will
Be in the white house 1st lady michelle
She put her favorite on the b.b.m page
Gotta high heel cake for her birthday
Hey, go head it's your birthday
She buy her own bottles other bitches looking thirsty
And, she ain't f'ing with them broke niggaz
Man up onow it's bein a monute since she roped a nigga
My red bottom girls heartless I can't tame her
She bein through too much, so I can't blame her
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo:]
El chapo uh
Southside
Twin glocks call em morris 10's
Cause all the hate start coming money pouring in
My life is like a movie, a mellow drama
The usual suspects is always in the line up
Lil mama think she nicki minaj, barbie
I move the things like labarbie
Strategically I make moves, so thorough
Deniro and raging bull pedal to the metal
3's company 2 girls jack tripper
Hypothermia cause my neck off the glitter
Papaer plates on european objects
Got this nigga running zig zags through his projects
[Nyemiah Supreme:]
Yayo know gotta stay low
Bad bitch lil devil with a halo
Queens slow up to team got nuts for the green
Aim high head shots head boy make a bedrock
No need for the keys gotta deadlock
Who's hot, these hoe's drive like vegas nevada
For real try a little harder
I don't get it rodney the barber
I'm speeding drop top season
Top reason why he's leaving
Competing ma you tweeting
I'm winning just the beginning
No stopping how I'm popping
I hold weight you see these bars I'm dropping
[Landlord:]
Brings your cams out cause this shit right here a killer
Got em screaming for jacksons like the black girl gotta thriller
A queens trapper, you see the moneys what my teams after
My lifes the movie shooter gotta bobby lee swagger
The nicest baller in the game nobodies stickin em
Eagles in the green 7 now we mike vicking em
From beans to gallardos a g told hold your car note
A wildcat pointing for the green like I'm rondo
[Ox:]
Everything I own homes my pride possesion
Came from some wild dreads and live 5 connections
4 k a day hustle 3 days a week
I only give muxic the change but what's a hunnid k advance
I do that shit in no time
Do it like jamaicans at the dancehall on my slow grind
No credit, bunch of dead presidents co-sign
Bad bitches oh she like a summance she so fine
I'm betting you don't know dimes
Fuck is niggas dreaming, if everybody winning
Then who the fuck is charlie sheen
You and your man flipping birds
Oh he's kel and kenan
Even worse you's a smoker
You should jump through the roof
You smoke crack waste time
[Lexx 9 Eleven:]
I don't waste time arguning with these new rap niggas
Thinking they might blow
They wanna go audio I'd rather let the auti go
Northside the 40 no guns taller than shawty lo
White flying spur jenobi san antonio
Niggas won't approach you but thugging and through some pro tools
Little niggas beef ain't real I call it tofo
Queens know I'm heavy know through all the back blocks
Lexx 9 eleven heart made outta that black box
Blow a bitch socks and I don't break a cent on loot
These bitches blow me like hot soup cause I'm the truth
Headed a track meet miss me with all that rap beef
[Intro:]
Black friday nigga
Yea it's the unit it's the kid yayo
Ain't nobody loyal, the fiends ain't loyal
That nigga buck ain't loyal
Fuck my industry ain't loyal
Ain't nobody loyal in this rap shit man
Crack shit dope shit on this whole game man
But it is what it is
[Verse:]
Who put this shit together nigga me
The guns I got should be in scarface 3
Oops I skipped 2 niggas they extort you
For icing on a cake and pieces of that candle
I keep a gun the streets is dumb
Cause these homies treat life like a piece of gum
It's a black friday, watch time go fast
My nigga turn in his grave if I don't blast
[Repeat]
Police killed with they flashlights just another homo
R.I.p to that nigga kenny lazzo
These fiends ain't loyal you get knocked on a humble
Get yo ass ate up ny like a jungle
The strong survive eat the weak
So my gun got more shells than easter week
I used to go to the church and let the preacher speak
And tell em all of my sins when my soul was weak
[Intro/Chorus: 50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs
(YEAH!) Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to (ha ha)
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out
I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute
Cut the grass around my crib so I could see these snakes
You see 'em back in the hood, it's cause I see they're fake
A preacher's son about the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar
I pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shot up
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up
I'm on now, God damnit, I done came up (what?)
Now you can find me with the finest hoes
Choosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice man
If I ain't got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife fam
Get out of line and I'm lightin yo' ass up
Semi-automatic's the way I tighten yo' ass up - what?
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
Slow down punk nigga, don't exceed your speed
Cause I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro League
I got connects, I don't need no weed
I been in L.A. for a year now, so I don't see no seeds
After I'm done, you clap in a crew
Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too
(YEA!) In a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin my rims spin
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston
Nuttin but bling bling in your face boy; that's why my neck shine
like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore (AHH)
I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a broad
She had my balls, head first like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
That take care of birds like an animal doctor
I been out and buzzin, niggaz just slept on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Young Buck]
Read the paper, look at the news, we on the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice in the Jacob watch'll make a broke nigga take somethin
So I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety button
G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin
but play the game like they rich, to me the shit funny
I know you see me comin; cause on the front of the Maybach
it say PAYBACK for those that hated on me
I hate when niggaz claim they bangin or gang
You ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't no Blood like Game
See I been havin beef, I got my own bulletproof vest
Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left
Until my last breath, I'm sendin niggaz bulletholes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroes
You know how we roll, everywhere that we go
It's fo-fo's, calicos, and desert eagles
[Verse 1:]
Dumar spaceships when the money comes
Garage call it area 51
Same clothes 5 days in a row
And I been up 4 this work gotta go
Pale yellow with that creamy white
I mean ivory elephant tusk white
I'm a southside killer g-unit gorilla
New phantom ghost paid cash at the dealer
I catch stunts in the booth god dammit
Sorta like clark kent in the daily planet
10 bitches topless in my park got
Big green house pretty bitches keep trimming
Down the weed plants, fuck the food stamps
Feds don't want a war cause we shoot shit
[Chorus: x2]
Peception is everything
That's why my chain is heavy, ring is heavy
Watch with the bezzy
Perception is everything
That's why my bitch pigeon toed
Bad bitch you take on the road
[Verse 2:]
I like when the weed mature fast
A young pyt mature ass
Slide to the mansion with a jimmy pipe her down
Now she all gassed up like cypher sounds
I pour liquor on pretty dames
They wipe me down like playstation 3 games
For the love of money, not a hall for fames
Bet these cardiar transition lens help a nigga aim
Hit your brain, your legs turn to spaghetti
Your better tell your goons get they straps ready
My homies is goblins call the ghostbusters
They leave many men under white covers
Yea, el chapo
tony yayo**
them bullets comin like the grim reapa, they hurt like natural birth without anesthesia, every lil n*gga got sour they scrambblin, theyll carjack for ya shit out in the ??, new jersey drive, in desperate times, we do desperate things to survive, u cant bring a knife to a gun fight, scandlous hoes will set u up tryin to pipe, he only 13 make the front page, shot a boy down for his 13 flip greys, and jordan is a billionaire, his momma cryin i woulda got another pair, we hold court in the streets with our issues, fuck 3 years if we caught with our pistols, we lock it down like pitbulls, and if the feds start coming its a pit fall
hook**
its a recession in the street, and it aint gettin bettaaaa
im married to the game, for the worse or the bettaaaa
make sure my o.j. gloves and mask fit, mask fit
maino**
(feat. Lloyd Banks)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City
America welcome to the land of the brave
America welcome to the land of the slave
Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage
Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave
You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways
The enemies get what they deserve the innocents get disgraced
Everything ain't all gravy baby niggas subject to change
And it gotta be the paper cause niggas is actin strange
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin, heart full of rage
Feelin dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays
And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves yo
[Eminem Talking:]
Aiyo, you're listening to DJ Whoo Kid right now
The official, the biggest bootlegger on the planet, the biggest bootlegger
On the planet, He will bootleg anything and everything
If you have a couch at home he will bootleg it
It will be sold in China Town at your local bodega
It doesn't matter, he is DJ Whoooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid
[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City
America welcome to the land of the brave
America welcome to the land of the slave
Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage
Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave
You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways
The enemies get what they deserve the innocents get disgraced
Everything ain't all gravy baby niggas subject to change
And it gotta be the paper cause niggas is actin strange
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin, heart full of rage
Feelin dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays
And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves bro
America welcome to the land where they kill
America welcome to the land where they steal
Where niggas'll call ya bluff 'till you let 'em know shit is real
And material shit'll make bitches head over heels
Where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
Where they shoot at cops, and most little niggas don't know they pops
Where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool
Where the girls lose they virginity in elementary school
Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains
Over stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim
Where niggas are ghetto fabulous pullin them nice whips
Where cops'll fuck you up with flashlights and night sticks whoa
America welcome to the land where they frame you
America welcome to the land where they hang you
Where it doesn't pay to live without sin don't be a angel
In a regular day just chillin a bullet can reaarange you
Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance too
The envious ways of a coward won't do nothing but amp you
I'm from South Side Jamaica where convicts and stars are born
Where you can wake up in the morning and ya brand new cars gone
Where niggas that you grew up with are speedin and smokin crack
Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and theres no way to get 'em back
Where the hood rats'll surround you to concentrate on ya stack
Its kinda hard to keep ya cool when theres constant heat on ya back
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
New York City thats where I stay
Where every day is foul play
We got ours so you should have yours
Cause it won't be no warnings when its time to go to war
New York City thats where I'm from
I got my vest I got my gun
And you should run
If you ain't got one
Cause it won't be no warnings when them niggas' fours come
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Yo Banks, let me shine
I got *Timberwolves in Minnesota*
And got them *New York Knicks* up in that baking soda homie
I cross over with Rugers in *Vancouver when its grizzly*
In a *Portland Trailblazer* if your ass don't hit me
You get shot in your *cavs in Cleveland*
Start bleedin', and now you wanna bitch and can't ball all season
Yo I'm rollin' *phillies up with the 76ers*
And got my *heat up in Miami* on the beach with my niggas
And them hos from *Atlanta is hawkin*
Cuz they see them *Denver nuggets* on my neck while my ass is walkin'
Stash the gun
Now I'm in *Phoenix sun*
Cuz I'm a *Golden State warrior* that stay on the run
I'm in the truck
Countin' up *Milwakee bucks*
And I stay with the wratchet cuz thats whats up
I got a *wizard in DC* that chef up o's
So I'm livin like a *king in Sacramento*
When I'm out in *Chicago I'm on some bullshit*
You know semi automatic I stay with a full clip
With them *Houston rockets*
Baby nine in my pocket
Hypnotic and balm chronic
Bang you with the *sonics*
I'm that nigga that'll *Los Angeles clip you*
Slow your *pace in Indiana* when you countin' them figures
Yo I'm out in *New Orleans whoadie duckin' them warrants
You get stung by my Mac like a batch of hornets*
Time to splurge like the *San Antonio Spurs*
I got rings like a *Laker* bubble *celtic birds*
Disappear like *magic, Dallas mavericks* in the gat
And I'll *Detroit piss* on you while you lyin on your back
Strip shorty out her bra you know I get ass
Cause the kid big ballin' like the *Utah Jazz*
*Toronto Raptors* style Yay is a vet
I move like a *Net*
So cut that check nigga
[Tony Yayo talking:]
Its the playoffs nigga, ya'll niggas ain't think I could rap like that huh?
I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Hefner nigga, Its the Talk Of New York,
Matter fact I'll change my shit to top of New York nigga,
Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June
Ya'll niggas can't rap ya'll ain't got no money
Broke ass niggas
Its the real Talk Of New York
Niggas tryin to bite my name and shit while I'm gone ha ha
Top Of New York nigga I'm changin' my shit, a.k.a. 12 12's 58 58's nigga
I did that just cause the playoffs is right now
You bumass niggas
Curtis "Interscope" Jackson, nigga
He shootin a million, a 60 million,
Matter fact a hundred million dollar movie right now
My man Buck, G Unit South, Buck Marley, Sha Millions nigga
Talk Of New York Tony Yayo, Olivia, It don't stop
We got video games, movies, liqour deals and ya'll niggas is mad huh?
You bumass niggas
I hear these bumass niggas rhymin on freestyles
Ya'll niggas is fuckin trash
I just did that to show ya'll niggas how to rap
Tony Yayo, blueprint I follow 50's blueprint nigga yeah
I'm poppin' shit nigga
Cause my mixtape is better than ya fuckin album, pussy, fuck
And niggas better.. My date is June 27th if you ain't know
If you come that month you better push back
Cause my shit is straight crack nigga
I might call myself Tony Crack no no Tony Dope
Nah Tony Yayo nigga ha ha yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yea
[Chorus:]
Shit ain't neva gon change, fuck it
Load up the k, we gon take em to war
We can do it broad day, right in front of the store
We can do it anytime, ain't no reason to talk
[Repeat]
[Verse:]
I said a lil coke money won't hurt nobody
Gotta coke and a smile in a black mazerati
If I run up on this nigga with this loaded llama
I'm a squeeze on his body like an anaconda
I got them chickens homie money ain't a thing
And if you a wolf nigga show me your fangs
2 hoes nuvo, yea tasting like wine cooler
I'm in the club sweating with my 9 ruger
But that's everyday shit
My man big sean need an everyday [gunshot]
A mexican with a trail a long
Multi, and 1 fucking year bro
Look at the gear yo nuttin but d.g
I'm a brainiac you a riri
I smoke good like an indian in tipi
Girls give me einstein brain off a gp
The louie sweatsuit is 27 hunnid
And that's rainy day shit when I'm get blunted
[Chorus:]
Can't trust my friends, can't trust my enemies
Can't trust these hoes, I can't trust this industry
Everybody out to get me but
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems
[Verse:]
The Unit ain't been the same
But I'm a hold this shit, down the streets screamin my name
I got so cool beef with you know who
I just bought 30 swammies to supply the crew
This weed got me paranoid, you feel it in the air
If I get too paranoid, I shoot the engineer
Yea, I'm flyin in a Lear from Estonia
I got the sniper money I just spent a home on ya
When it's time to ride, there's a Hum (mer) full of niggaz
When it's time for a show, there's a Bent (ley) full of niggaz
Snake ass niggaz is reptiles
Till I shoot em up fill em up with projectiles
Stay focused, these faggots in European cars
Only thing European is the wood on the Rolls
Hudred EX with the suicide doors
My car give you a hug to strike a pose
[Mike Tyson:]
There's never been anybody ruthless. (OOOOHHHH!)
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey there's no one like me, I'm from their claw.
There's NO ONE who can match me!
My style is IMPETUS!
My defence is IMPREGNABLE!
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
[Intro:]
[Soulja Boy:] S.O.D Money Gang, it's 2010, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] The Unit!
[Soulja Boy:] Tony Yayo, what's happening?
[Tony Yayo:] What's good Soulja!
[Soulja Boy:] I see you, G-Unit, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Remix!
[Soulja Boy:]
I'm a superstar bitch, get your telescope! (yup!)
All eyes on me like a microscope! (yup!)
Me and Yayo doing shit that you ain't never seen (yup!)
I'm flipping through you weak bitches like a magazine.
And girl jumpin' on my dick like a trampoline (yup!)
Each instrumental it's a different murder scene. (yup!)
19 living all my motherfuckin' dreams (yup!)
I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans.
If you left the game they wouldn't miss him
I kicked in the door, fucked up the whole system!
Couldn't explain how this shit feel
I'm real important like a hundred dollar bill! (yup!)
E'rybody want me! - Yeah, they want a piece of me!
Attack all you want man there ain't no defeatin' thee.
S.O.D terror! (yup!) - Yeah, it's new era! (yup!)
Boss money?, shouts-outs to the New Era.
Nigga I'm good for ya - like a vitamin.
250 G's just to make my tire spin.
S.O.D, bitch my chain look like lightening,
Hoes at my party but we didn't invite the bitch. (Yayo: REMIX!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit the lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
[Tony Yayo:]
Rockerfella law (yup!) - Cut a lot a time (yup!)
I keep my head above water New York State of mind. (yup!)
I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka (yup!)
The last bake and the fiends are flocking.
We got that Bobby and Whitney throw you a price and you hit me
I throw that bitch on a scale in a jiffy. - But don't miss me!
"More money, more power" that's the motto!
That's why the US assassinated Pablo. (assassinated Pablo)
I read palms and the Bible (Bible!)
They tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to.
Designers drugs, designers clothes. (uh-huh!)
My whole neck froze! (uh-huh!) - We Steve Nash hoes. (uh-huh!)
S.O.D/G-Unit we G'd up (G'd up!)
Move 10 bricks now it's time to re-up! (re-up!)
I move around with the Nina
With a bad bitch with an ass like Trina. (daaaamn!)
"New York State Of Mind" (yup!) - like Billy Joel (yup!)
I Godfather the blunt - the whole Philly swoll. (pick that up, man!)
All my cars are clean - the new and old (VRRRM!)
I'm fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk. (that's my cousin!)
Bitches talking 'bout a nigga like Miss Info
I'm in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough. (uh-huh!)
Me and Soulja ridin' round in the Lambo' (uh-huh!)
We gettin' money so we ain't cuffing no hoe! (YEAH!)
[Chorus:]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I'm eating rappers like piranhas in that amazon
I wake up, eat, sleep with my hammer on
The streets love me I be on my image
Foreign brauds, foreign cars and the windows tinted
Got h on the sneaker, I'm fly everyday like everydays easter
With a bad senorita
Holdin a ruger, bumpin amudulla
Smoked out lexus, boxed with antudas
A mean redbone with a mean pussy print
Lonely nights I wonder where that pussy went
But I ain't pussy whipped, marine blue whip
30 shot clip if these fuck boys try to trip
And fuck the pigs nigga I hate cops
The bugged my man routine traffic stop
Rats bitin on new borns in new orleans
In the belly of the beast boy chasing dreams
Jesus piece filled with that ice liquor
I could bag a brick with a plastic knife nigga
I could book a key blindfolded
The hermeez sweater say a woman hand sewed it
I'm a baller, like shaq's size
[Intro:]
[kid talk] [kids ovation]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like?
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
[Tony Yayo:]
It's a sunny day in SouthSide, my man got tossed
Got his brains blew out on the handball court.
Word is T! - Said suttin' to Craig's baby-momma (what?)
Craig got upset, and shot him with the Llama. (BLAAT!) [gunshot]
Craig in the cut. - Blood niggaz put him up!
Plane in PA - land casual with' a slut.
And he still walk around with the semi that killed T
He let his big bro push and re-up in Philly.
What little do we know 'bout his Philly connect,
That nigga T had fear bleed, he'll filll he correct.
Craig re'd-up once. - Craig re'd-up twice!
Sour Diesel, two pounds, everything look nice.
But the third time, suttin' fishy. - The nigga Izzy.
And two goonies, the roof loony!
The Mack extended, Craig ran off like the Jamaicans in the Olympics
Jumped out the window when he got into British.
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like?
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?
[Bridge: Tony Yayo (French Montana)]
Put in work - this initiation! (huuh?)
Put in work - this initiation! (huuuuu?)
Put in work - this initiation! (Max whattup?)
Put in work - this initiation! (Yayo!)
[French Montana:]
Blood Life! Crip Life! G.D! Vice Lord!
Rodgers! - Tookie! - Hoover! - Larry yo!
Them El Salvador, MS-13
Niggaz bangin' - only 13! [gunshot]
Vice Lords love me like Jeff Gorde, if a nigga ask for it
Hit him from the back - put his brains on the dashboard. [shot]
They say OG Mack, brung the Bloods to the East around 9-3
In C-7-3! (7-3!)
Crips and G.D rep the 6! (rep the 6!)
Bloods and Vice Lords rep the 5! (rep the 5!)
OG Puddin'! (what?) - Corey bangin',
Them 46 Clover Boy niggaz do they thang. [shot]
Get shot for your flag on the wrong pocket, (pocket!)
You wanna know when them Coke Wave niggaz droppin'.
For my nigga Yay', "Shoot A Nigga Face Off"
In broadday - and tell 'em it's "Coke Wave"! [kids ovation]
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (Max B) {DJ Whoo Kid}]
What that Blood life be like? (Would be like...)
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like? (Yayo!)
What's the G.D. life like? (French!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (yeah!)
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (Boss don't be fat!)
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (g'eah!)
[Max B:]
I don't know [gunshot] - what it is to be Blood or Crip,
But I twerk. (twerk!) - Nigga it's the Silver Surf.
Got my lil' Gain Greene soldiers on deck, they waitin' to take jewels
They waitin' on the plate of food, wait to make a move [scream]
When I say so - Prego fallin' from the sky,
Laying all the baller guys, all of I. (I!)
Naw nigga! (no!) - you can't have none of the boss, Bigga
Leave a nigga corpse to quiver!
Frost and shivers. (shiver, yeah!)
Let's get that nigga in the Benzy gleamin' - the boy P.O. deliver.
Pieces all fresh out the factory - courtesy of streets, I'm blessed (blessed!)
My momma couldn't said it the best.
Started 1090's out in Trenton - and I ain't even Blood, I'm a dentist
Possibly facing a life sentence. (serious!)
I bet ship set out!
Streets is saying I got a so-called hit out. [gun cocks] - Get out! (boo!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like? {CAN'T FORGET... }
What that Crip life be like? {"THISIS50.COM"! }
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work - this initiation!
Put in work - this initiation! {SHADYVILLE... }
Put in work - this initiation! {DJs! }
Put in work - this initiation!
[Outro:]
MTV.COM!
(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!!
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
You are now rocking with the greatest
It's the biggest underdog
[Chorus:]
Homie I stay strapped
Homie I stay strapped
Homie I stay strapped
Cause it's summertime
[Verse:]
I feel like rocky verse apollo
Niggaz tried to kill me sho my bentley at the pollo
I still love uptown, still love southside
I swear I cried when kev took his last ride
And lil tah struggled too he got 55
He killed a chinese man stuffed em in his own ride
Damn the hood so cold nigga
Damn my wrist so cold nigga
Damn my bitch so cold nigga
My chain heavy, refrigarator perry
I'm in the car pull lane, smoking solo dolo
Big fo fo middle finger fuck po po
[Chorus x2]
[Verse:]
It's hot outside the killing season begins
It's 80 outside niggaz is putting it in
They get it in with them 4 5's
They get it in with them mack 10's
They get it in with them 2 2 3's
Innocent people casualties
Yeaaaa, yeaaaaa, yeaaaaa
Innocent bystanders shot down
Ya know it's man down
[Mike Epps:]
Yayo!
[Starts off with the beat of Mobb Deep's: "Cobra".]
[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
OOOH! Grrr! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Please, don't play witta animal!
Yeah! {JAY SHERR!}
[Chorus 1: 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' nigga {TY ONE!} - I run New York!
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga - I run New York!
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga - I hear when you talk! {MIXTAPES... UK-dot-COM}
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga - I run New York! (Yayo: "I RUN NEW YORK! HERE WE GO, NOW! ")
[50 Cent:]
I wake up - stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive - what a beautiful feelin'. (whoooo!)
I put my Vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always [gun cocks] prepared for war. [gun cocks] (yeah!)
See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick.
Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick, (Yayo: "C'MON! ")
When I was hit and out the game I said: "One more flick! "
Test my aim in the range I'm like: "One more clip! " [gunshot] {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Man I run Interscope - Jada's tryna annoy me!
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee, (Hahaha!)
He been in the game 10 years - and he still ain't rich.
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin' his yap, like I'm a take all that.
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back. {Whoooo! DAMN!}
See the nozzle on my tre pound is 3'' inches long,
And the trigger on the fo'-fo's extremly strong. [gunshot]
With a little tre douche is like: "POP! [shot] POP! " [shot]
Chase his ass up the block
'Til his bitch ass drop. {Whoooo!}
And the verses he be kickin' - none of 'em hot,
Cause he ain't got none of that shit he says: "He got."
And he ain't did - none of that shit he said he did,
And I ain't got - time to be talkin' 'bout this shit. - Fuckin' faggot! Haha!
[Chorus 2: 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga - I run New York! {I AM WHAT I AM!}
Yeah, I live in CT lil' nigga - but I run New York! {MIXTAPE! G-UNIT SNEAKERS!}
And I don't go to parties lil' nigga - but I run New York! {REEBOK! CAN'T FORGET...}
And I stay gettin' Cs lil' nigga - cause I run New York! {FACT THE RATS!}
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York!)
[Tony Yayo:]
My gun is longer than yours - nigga, call your recouster, LOX
Made more money - than them thin tiny suits. (bling!)
The game around South - drugs and rappin',
Jada fuckin' punchlines - my serp went Platinum. [gunshot] {WHAT?}
Style's and Sheek Louch - went double plastic.
Yayo, Buck and Bank$ is puttin' out classics. [shot]
A "100 shots, a 100 clips", [gun cocks] y'all "Ready 2 Die",
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta - he scared to fly! (HERE WE GO!)
Automatic Mossberg, who want a piece of this pump? [gunshot]
I had Ja Rule buried - and some high heel punk.
Feds stuck in a bulletproof - man fuck that!
Homie, shoot up my whip; all you leave is a scratch! (BRING IT DOWN NOW!)
Yo! I flip Cocaine in your project lobby,
And beat you with' my pistol like - [gun cocks] Kane did Chauncey. [gun cocks]
It's T-O-N-Y, Y-A-Y-O!
My whole clique got dough - my O's on the fly hole! (50: "Hahaha! ")
G-4s, we fly on Lears,
And my rocks lookin' like - flashlights yo' Benz. - NIGGA!
[Chorus (3.): 50 Cent]
When I'm down in D.C. lil' nigga - I tell 'em - I run New York!
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York! {CAN'T FORGET: LLOYD BANK$!}
When I'm in V.A. I tell niggaz guess what {DJs!} - I run New York! {Whoooo, Kiiiiid!}
When I'm in N.C. niggaz holla at the moon - cause I run New York! {TONY YAYO! "RAW-N-UNCUT"!}
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York!) {G-UNIT RADIO!}
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?
Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere.
Hahahaha! {HAHA!}
Dee, Waah wanna talk to me, wanna tell me what's goin' on!
Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cause I'll serves...
I'll murder.
Hahahaha! [gunshot]
'Ey!
'Ey get Puffy on the phone!
Tell him I said...
Tell the nigga Puffy I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him!
Haha!
Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka props!
Tell him: "I want buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes."
Nigga still ain't a Coupe. {Whooooo} [gunshot]
Ah, nigga, you in da way!
You owe money, nigga! {HAHA!}
Aw, man!
Now why you make me put yo' bidness in da street?!
Now niggaz know you ain't shit!
Damn! {TONY YAYO!}
I see yo' monkey ass in da paper!
Cause you ain't returnin' them jewels you borrowed! {HAHA!}
You better give 'em back!
You dirty nigga.
Ain't none of that shit you be wearin' yours. [gunshot] {Whooooo!}
Hahaha! {P. BLACKK!}
We coulda kept this secret, nigga.
These niggaz I'm supposed to beef with'?!
Aw, man!
This fight is fixed! {AMMO}
You been set up.
Hahahaha! [gunshot]
That's what he gonna say: "They set me up, man." {Whoooo!}
I ain't even go through that...
[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 talk to hit 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 x2: Tony Yayo]
Respect violence you a wolf or a sheep
You a come up real niggaz wanna eat
A vegetarion you ain't got beef
You can shoot horror movies in the streets
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Nigga
Desperate times call for desperate measures
So let me measure my shit up
I seen some geekans take a hit of that basin straight bust a nut
Back in 80's when I was a baby with basins was just blowin up
When all of the pages was gangstas who gave the game straight to us
Everyday I spray my nuts on the ghetto pavement
And them hanging, my handcocked and my pants saggin
And reef was thanking I don't give a fuck about the set you banging or streets you claiming
Cause can't no colors or twisted fingers keep me slanging
Bicth I'm staright from scary gary city
Where our cemetary ghosttown it goes down
Posting up obituary
Old souls and old transport old getting candy
Niggaz I know can get you what you need and get you buried
No bring no niggaz round my spot I hate randoms
Acting like I don't you I don't even take chance
A 100 in the streets and the police can't stand
So hit me on the pager 1-800-straight slanger
[Tony Yayo:]
My mic is like transparent poison
Drop top phantom with them hoes in
See I'm lookin and I'm smellin like I'm making millions
Got the god se ya paper filled with sour filling
And the sours is the system
Ain't no tellin if I fuck or I diss em I'm a pimp by tradition
Gettin head in the bentley on the way home
Still making power moves on the cell phone
Cesars palace dropping them big bets
More chips than the chipmunks and chippettes
New lex that park itself
When you telling war stories don't mark yourself
[Chorus x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
Louie houserobe, hermeez slips
Cause the strip on lockshaw, michael vick
And if the feds flip, you know I got that case money
In the club it's rozay by the case homie
Ak 47 wake up the dead
Fuck a kingpin charge nigga duck the feds
My skin made outta gingerbread
Your bitch pullin on me like a cigarette
20 rozays in an ice bowl
Confetti fallin out the sky like the rose bowl
I'm in my old school with them flip flop colors
Bumpin biggie smallz for them hip hop lovers
I mix the kush up with the hindu
And mon freaky spreaks like chris angel
I gotta mean back stroke like michael phelps
Karate kangaroos match the big h on the belt
I ball like chris ball, I drink the crystal
I love hoodrats and vicky models
I'm in hot wheels ya know fast cars
Y'all are renters, those are not yours
Nigga I floss the dope and the crack man
I'm tryna burn 68 mill like the joker did in batman
Grey and black louie demands I'm straight thuggin it
My flows like mickie d's nigga they loving it
Ba ba ba ba ba, I'm in a spaceship
Strawberry cough you would think I'm smoking laced shit
Look at the bracelt, vvs stones bitch
Niggaz hate me cause they ain't on they own dick
I got swag, I don't mean to brag
And if I need to know the price then I won't pop the tag
Nigga, I'm in a drop jag, paper tag, black mag, black mask
I put you in a body bag
You an r.n I'm extrordinary
Niggaz don't know me cause they ordinary
I'm unordinary, I'm unorthadox
My ak I'l put big foot in a box
[Chorus:]
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
It's off with his head, it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
[Chorus x3: Money Mayweather]
Aww duffle bag, that I'l hold it all
Week before we leave nigga we'll throw it off
We'll throw it off, we, we'll throw it off
We'll throw it off, we, we'll throw it off
[Canary Yellow Checllo:]
I'm one of these rain boys
And when we in the strip club we bring the duffles
So I advise all these hoes they better bring a shovel
Ma you dancing in a bowl of frankies
Chattin in my ear what she wanna do to thank me
I'm still ordering the same rosey
I stunt cause I know these niggaz in the game knows me
That's why my arms longer than james posey
And it's an honor just to let these fucking lames know me
The kid real careful bout who he fuck with
I put g's on your head like a gucci bucket
My watch gotta 100 diamonds
And when they see it hit the sun till they stomach blinding
I circle in a benz like the chronic sequence
I'm shitting on em think I had colonic treatment
Frek told me never make a sale unless it's 20
And never leave a paper trail unless it's funny
[Chorus x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
The coupe come with obama tints
Lil mama watch a pimp cause she love the limp
Swimming in this money, 200 metre butterfly
Jet come with greddo with the thick thighs
It's all bout the benjamins throw it out the gucci duffle
These gold diggin strippers better get they shovels
Cause it's money in this bitch, g-unit filthy rich
Gucci bag with the red and green stitch
V.I.p, the owner always show love
He press the button like bernie mac in the players club
Uh, oyur holdin like the feds ma
Throw this money in the sky and watch it fly
5 for a big butt, amber rose cut
I took her to the brits and I fuck
We in them 2-11 foreign cars that never stall
We ball, these hoes know we throw it all
[Chorux x2]
(P-reala)
In my life time I only knew 1 president
Ben franklin the rest is irrelavent
The black hockey bag, well that can hold it all
Gucci duffle bag, well that can hold the raw
The mannnn, you can reach for the louie
The mannnn, you can reach for the gucci
Pow, pow, slugs fly for the lucci
Pow, pow, people die for the lucci
I go to the bank, I fill up the duffle
Later hit the club do the jacky ray shuffle
Throw money to the crowd, watch em fight and scuffle
Throw a 100g's and watch em all tussle
God done seen a little bit, but I done seen it all
Fuck a little bit, I'm a throw it all
Disrespect the cake, I do the cash what
Gucci duffle bag, full of green caught
[Money Mayweather:]
I'm going duffle bag crazy
50 racks in the trunk in a gucci bag baby
Hellll naw, hell naw, I didn't but that for you
I just need you to drive and make it do what it do
When we touch down and all the hand to hands is through
We can slide to the mall and I'l cop ya the boots
The bag is for the bands, I say the bag is for the bands
And them bows, and them bricks, and them burners, and them bands bitch
I swear to god them all beans
Not the shit I just said, but this bag I just received
From my vato puncho I came here to meet
Chi town my town shit I'm here every week
Ey, and he don't speak a no english
But he know that duffle bags stand for green in green shit
Ey, and he don't speak a no english
But he know them double g's stand for green and green shit
Shout to wu-tang on this 1
This my favorite part
Yea y'all don't like this 1
I had to drop the swine flu 2 quick
Cause 50 about to drop real soon
Pandemic nigga y'all know what it is
I'm a rick ross killer nigga
Daytona 500 shit
Swine flu part 2 pandemic, pandemic
I'm a triple c's killer nigga
I'm a godzilla killer nigga
How it feel nigga to have money on your head
Get at me bullet raise your bitch now she look like cassie
Desert eagle, whole a pound grip shoot down a helicopter
Black hawk down shit, huh
I'm like oil to a arab
Boil up the cocaine watch the shit cook fast
Louie headband, smoking headband
I'm a rockstar girls when a jet land
The true religions, 40 g's
40 g's off a metro p.c
I'm in d.c with a kay verdian
Ethopian models what a nigga swimming in
Your nuts in the sand cause you not buzzing
Def jam split your maket money stop bugging
Look at the soundscan fat boy at 303
You can't beat eminem, can't beat 50
I'm in peo peo, with a chick from rio
Some red drink the bitch fill my g-oles
Ak in the backseat fight nigga
My shooter like freddy kruegar in a heist nigga
Google that, I got book of stacks
I'm in the booger babies with them nigga naps
I get nigga clapped, niggaz make me sick
Give a nigga dap he like a nigga on my dick
So fuck everybody, I'm crushing empires
2 hoes on me, like vampires
Latex birthday sex like jeremih
Phantom ex and I'm riding on them thin tyres
I said I'm riding on them thin tyres nigga
Fucking heard that nigga
Biggest underdog man
Fuck, I'm tired of niggaz driving past me and shit
Huh, fuck man
I guess I take it to the streets
It's all I got
It's the unit swine flu 2
Pandemic, b what up, tony what up
Does pesc on the boards nigga
Best producer out in queeens nigga
Y'all niggaz know what it is
Hardcore, whole 160 what ya want
Yea, westside, my nigga blue hefner
And the general 50 nigga
It's our summer
Whooooooooooo kiddddddddddd
[News reporter:]
It is the chinese invention of gunpowder
That fast tracks are weapons family
On it's journey of destruction
Thanks too gunpowder artillery men finally get their range
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me
Feels like my emotions are froze
(I stay G'd up)
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
(I stay G'd up)
I'm a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes
(I stay G'd up)
When I'm hangin out that window with that AK fillin your punk ass with holes
(I stay G'd up)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana
I'm mule on that Greyhound from NY to the Carolina
Paper chase, different name, same face, don't catch a case
My road dog's on parole his baby girl's four years old
We play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot
Kill you for your crack spot take everything your ass got
Semi-automatic spray, bust back or run away
Niggas talkin in the hood we'll handle this another day
In November you make my shitlist if you did you can cancel Christmas
I'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted
Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
See niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turns
I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near
Heart's never full of fear, homie I stay well aware
Of what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead
I go wit a smile on my face when it's my time kid
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Lil niggas I done paved the way, y'all should thank em
But if you think otherwise bring your boy over here so I can spank em
I'll put an end to your career BITCH
Before you speak on 50; buy a .40 and a spare clip
These niggas gassed up, gettin to used to rap
Like I won't give em more bloodclots than Supercat
Niggas'll SNATCH YA, I'm like a bat catcher
I'll give a sign and and then throw somethin at cha
Round here niggas die off hydro
And even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyro
You smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains down
The pound'll spin you around like the young James Brown
I know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy too
Rocks'll ll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre
We're takin over this year, K's and the soldiers is here
Everyone knows it's a scare, YEAH
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
My papa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man
He'd just pop another bottle and 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 the heart to go and bust me a head or two
No other solution you think we hollerin & hootin
Until you wake up and then you got ta hear bout these shootings
I take a pull from a ? and put the clip in my pocket
Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it
And if it's beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talkin
The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin
They say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate
They say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin weight
But I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist til my dayin days
It's +Nuttin But a G Thang+ G-Unit & +Dr. Dre+
[Tony Yayo:]
My rusty choppers
they close to my lucky boxers
The shit look old fashioned but it peel so proper
I got a tribe full of warriors like my name was Chaka
Zulu I'll shoot you and you in ICU
If I don't blow up
Stocks in funeral homes'll go up
I'm real in the field for real I'll leave you toe up
One knee action from the ground I'll wet at you
Shoot at ya dick turn you to a transsexual
I'm lovin this shit, gun I be tuckin this shit
For you funny ass cats like Chris Tucker and shit
I've been waitin, debatin, to clap ya ass with the Gardu
You'll be dead before god get the bad news
[Whoo Kid:]
Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid
(feat. Young Buck, De Tay)
[News Anchor:]
There Maybe No More Dangerous Job In The World These Days
Than Being An Undercover Agent For The United States
Drug Enforcement Administration: The Dea
The Federal Agency Which Is At War With Ruthless Drug Dealers Around The World
Tonight, One Of Those Undercover Agents Is Missing
[Other News Anchor:]
The American Drug Agent Was Kidnapped Last Thursday In Broad Day Light
[Tony Yayo:] Here We Go Now!
[Verse 1: Young Buck/D-Tay]
[Young Buck:] We Done Sold Dope Out Niggas
[D-Tay:] Pimp Toe Kill Snitches
[Young Buck:] Caught A Little Case But I'm Back On You Punk Bitches
[D-Tay:] New Bricks
[YB:] Control The Shit
[D-Tay:] You Know What You Dealin' With
[YB:] Real Niggas Do Real Things On Some Real Shit
[YB:] Hood Rich
[D-Tay:] Always
[YB:] Thuggin' 'till My Death Gate
[D-Tay:] Just Wait
[YB:] We Can Show A Hustler The Best Way
[D-Tay:] Ride With Me
[YB:] Spit Nigga I'm A Go And Find 50
[D-Tay:] Tell Him That I'm Ready
[YB:] You Know The Unit Ridin' With Me
[D-Tay:] Wait For Me
[YB:] Hey Homie Let Me Holla At Ya
[D-Tay:] Hey Look It Ain't About Your Money The Lights Is What I'm After
[YB:] I'm Strapped Now
[D-Tay:] Me Too
[YB:]
With Desert Eagles
I Feel It In The Air Like That Nigga Beanie Sigel
[D-Tay:] So I'm Shootin' Anywhere Even At Innocent People
[YB:] I'm Smokin' My Weed Like Its Legal
[D-Tay:] When We Creep Through
[YB:] Top Dropped
[D-Tay:] Glock Cocked
[YB:] We Know When The Block Hot
[D-Tay:] The Fiends Still Comin' So Lets Get It
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah G Unit Nigga, It Don't Get No Better Than This Nigga
Tony Yayo The Talk Of New York Nigga
Buck Marley, (The Real Talk Of New York)
The General Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
Lloyd Banks Blue Hefner Nigga
Olivia
It Don't Get No Better Than This
Sha Money Is You Ready Baby?
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I'm In The Spot Breakin' Down Cause My Work Is The Best
So Them Ds Got It Hot Like Some Morning Breath
I'm In That New Cls
L And A Vest
And My Fifth 'll Have Forensics Cleanin' Your Mess
Nigga 50 Got Me Rich I Don't Know How To Act
Homie My Blade And My Mac
Is The Perfect Match
They Go Together Real Good Like Wade And Shaq
Nigga Give Me 20 Minutes I'll Move Os Of Crack
G Unit Clique Ride Nigga We Ring Bells
Brutal, Like The Medaline Cartel
I'm That New Big L
With More Chips Than Wise
Hos Open Up They Thighs When They Peep The Ride
You Know That New Gt That Four Door Shit
I Ride Through Your Strip And Let The Four Off Quick Nigga
[Tony Yayo:]
You Know What Time It Is Nigga
(Yeah Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is)
G Unit!!!
Yeah Nigga Its The Talk Of New York Nigga
The Real Talk Of New York
A.K.A. 12 12s 58 58s Man
Ya'll Niggas Know What Time Its Is Man
Get Your Weight Up
Not Your Hate Up Nigga
I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
You need forensics up in here
Another homoicide in here, oh yeaaaa
[Chorus: x2]
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
Watch me get rich off the rocks on the dinner plate
[Verse:]
My brain tell my body go and get the money
My body start to move I go and get the money
It's simple elementary my dear watch
And I'm off probabtion ask mr. watson
Jump in the dropin biggie what's beef so
You the type of homie that's happy when the beefs low
My crazy weed habit got ashes on my outfit
2000 thousand dollars on an armani houselift
Get my money up then I watch another house flip
But I ain't sellin houses, I'm sellin ounces
Outta auntie back door
Boy I'm a cocaine cowboy, dope conaseeur
The dope and the coke in the trunk of the azzure
Aand the key of raw is in the challenger
So I drive real slow, and take my time
Cause if the feds pull me over I'm doing caveman time
[Chorus x2]
We had our share of troubles
But the crack spot has doubled
With a little code on can't understand it
The fiendss can flyyyyy, dead in the mountains
Hey if u hear me out there
I get down on my knees every night and say..( walk with meeee)
……. Ahaha
Im going to war im going to war
(Young Buck)
You never know when deaths coming
All ya hear is gun shots
When kids get the runnin
Old ladys get off the block
When the pop hit the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with their front doors locked
Who Winges with side rims the only thang on the streets
People act like they don’t know who did it but they know its me
Everydays a death threat but I aint dead yet
So I gone put a hole in a nigga from the Nicks at
Don’t know why I slip back
Just know where my cheque at
It’s the first of the month
My bitch aint got a cheque yet
Duey left me in California I don’t respect that
I love you to much to beef so ima except that
But ima just step back, and focus on buck
Aint ridin in yours im bout to buy my own truck
Gotta try my own luck get rich or die tryin
Its gunit till im gone god knows I aint lying nigga.
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me man
(Young Buck)
you don’t know wat I been through
To get wat I aint got
If u look through a scope
You couldn’t hit wat I aint shot
Couldn’t flip without a cop
Couldn’t tip without a top
Tie murder you all talk like the trip without a glock
When you holla gunit on some other shit
You need to do the research and see who u fken with
I smoke all u weed up gone run up ur beeza
Your baby muma want me I aint want that skeeza
She scratched my beema but I aint seen her
When I catch the bitch ima gangsta lean her….WOW
We be playin in them videos with them pretty hoes
Cans looked in the key bitches and new york city hoes
They learned it from lipped kin to lit back titty show
Im the king of the south this is how it really goes
Lord knows I keep all my dup frows
As long as the check comes then fck the award shows
You know me nigga
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me man
Half of these kids never read the bible
But they cant tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fcked up they all been lied to
I know wat it feels like when a nigga misguides you
My mums stay in the projects when Id been have no money
I would bought her a house but she told me she aint want it
Right then I understood that the hoods in my blood
So I holla k-hill let them know where im from
Niggas know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down you better tell yap ppl the door
Why should I slow down
I just got started talking
and honest way to the bullets start hoppin out the coffin
I come to get It poppin prey to god the news watchin
So when they see’em is niggas they know who got em
We came from the bottom to the top
From hookies to a drop
And killa be killed is tha attitude I got
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me man
I know u preyin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denile
50 told u niggas
Young buck showed u niggas
Banks free yayo
Tell them bitch ass niggas put their vests on
50 Cent]
Yeah, I like the way this feel
This make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
Buck somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[50] Get 'em Banks!
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks - singing]
They can't hold me
I'm Lloyd Banks the one and on-ly
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your ho-mey
But ain't a government around that can control me
Oh no!!!
[rapping]
Uhh, I'm on that 'Doggystyle' shit, man I don't love a hoe
Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggaz wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein another nigga's Dun-Dunn
We all know friendships turnin sour when you gettin it
Some niggaz hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggaz shit
Smilin all up my face like I don't know them niggaz sick
But I can care less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty South get it nigga
Feds try and question me, they run up in my ho-tel
They said there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New York City hell they throwin niggaz under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even from dere
Now bust a shot for dem boys on da block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There's 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, you hear some shots go off
And niggaz get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off
Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these niggaz softer than Sade'
I'ma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker
[Interlude: singing]
We got the Hei-ny
So make one wrong move and you're dy-ing
Ain't no time for coppin a plea and cry-ing
Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you gone
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
I got a handgun habit, nigga front I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggaz (yea)
Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play bitch (uh-huh)
Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggaz can't move me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around I 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 there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man
[G-Baby:]
Yea bay, pitching pigeons everywhere I go
Fat stacking pigeons cause they say my money got a flow
Trappin in and out of town
I'm a buck so I break it down
Pack it up, workers in the spot, they go hard for bucks
M.o.n.e.y murkin G-Baby from bedstuy
Low cut cesar I'm bringing it back 3-ways
Ladies love a soldier, so you know g gon show her
Catch in your area code nigga it's over
In it for the l.o, in the town they say hello
Gangsta lean pushin that reggie stack with that yayo
Baby I'm bout my peso, cuby bebe my lingo
Trap or die, break it down, they be acting diego
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
We flippin bricks everywhere we go
We gettin money in your area codes
Supply and demand rain, sleet and snow
It's all for the money for the love of the dough
Everywhere we goo
Everywhere we goo
Everywhere we goo
Everywhere we goo
[French Montana:]
I stack that bread like waffle house
Get it how you live shawty
When I'm hungry no talking now
I'm goin crack a rib homie
Bricksquad, chicken heads, whip it in the kitchen
In my gators invision momma told me I'd be different
I get money everywhere that I go
I bankheads at shawty lo
Use to be starvin but now I'm full my belly ache
Frenchie you gaining weight, I eat of any plate
To the die I die
I'm a ride that 5
Catch me rollin with yayo, down I-95
Flippin them bitches
Arguin niggaz that said that did but they didn't
I'm fucking with real niggaz that droppin the depsoit don't fuck with my kids in it
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo:]
Fed point system, I ain't from berlin
Word to duke, manaya and london
Sour diesel got me higher than balloon boy
44 bulldog and my new toy
Custard color coupe lookin like cheesecake
Dime bitches lookin at me like jes sakes
50 case of rose everybody drink
Shorty shoes paintin on her ass like body paint
I weathered the storm I got long paper
I make it rain like a mother fucking storm chaser
Hermeez suit on, with a real mean gator
Jean sean from milan I'm a swag draper
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
[Starts off with the beat of Above The Law's: "Black Superman".]
[Intro: French Montana (Max B)]
Hold on to ya looove. (yeah!)
[Chorus: French Montana (Max B)]
If you wanna do it, (g'eah!) take your time {LET'S GO! }
Do it riiight! [kids ovation]
You can do it baby.
Get yo' money riiiiight! (g'eah!) {TONY YAYO! }
[Max B:]
After two fifths of Cru [gunshot] - I had the plan made (made!)
Nigga got his food ate, patched it up with' a band-aid.
Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese, and mustard (mustard!)
Your bitches look busted! - Shit got me! [shot]
Disgusted! - Clusters droop off the left wrist
I think I got a death wish.
Sittin' back, suicidal thoughts of doin' it,
Hittin' the switch. - All my niggaz could move a brick. [police sirens]
I can move the shit on a slow day, no play, okay? (Okaaay!) [police sirens]
I be speakin' to my bitch Oshay.
And as we roll on. - "Hold on to ya loooove."
Mami fiendin', she want more drugs. (more!) [scream]
Shaking and she goin' through withdrawls
Big pitfalls. - I'm 'bout to be the shit dog.
Can a nigga stop what I'm bringin' - singin'
Soundin' all good, I'm going all around the hood. - It's Max B! [gunshot]
[Chorus: French Montana]
If you wanna do it, take your time
Do it riiight!
You can do it baby. [Joker laughs]
Get yo' money riiiiight!
[French Montana:]
Get high till we can't see
Your rap career over! - Look for plan B! (what?)
These rap niggaz - softer than cotton candy
I ain't a boss! - All my niggaz family! [gunshot]
Every nigga near me (uh-huh) - got a gun just as big as Camby
That's Marcus, and open coffins.
Bootleg cable - and bitch
You get what you bring to the table (uh-huh!) - I got shrimp
And spaghetti! - And Prego sauce! Yeah, my boy polished,
Homie ding those off - and I hear him knockin'. (whattup?)
It's the Wavie Crockett - with more hoes
From River Road and more O's, and plenty rolled. [gunshot]
From food stamps to big checks (uh-huh!)
And I'll smack a bitch with' a 100 stacks off a reflex. [scream]
That's a jackpot! - 650 with the ragtop
And Pillsbury for a mascot.
[Chorus: French Montana (Tony Yayo)]
If you wanna do it, take your time [classic evil laughter]
Do it riiight! [classic evil laughter] (Y'all niggas know what time it is, nigga!)
You can do it baby. (Call me: "Eury"!)
Get yo' money riiiiight! (Cause I'm spendin' Euros, ya heard?) [gunshot]
[Tony Yayo:]
S.O.D.! - Swammies On Deck, homie.
My killers O.D. and die for respect homie. (BLAOW!) [gunshot]
The barrel of my gun - start to pre-cum [shot]
Fiendin' to buss, I'm low when the D's come. [gunshot]
G-Unit is a money-makin' fountain
25 on the wrist, my chick in Christian LaBoutan's.
Kick a nigga in the head, football punt a nigga,
Then stab a nigga quick like a London, nigga!
Your career is a blender nigga. - Mine is promised!
I wear a 9 in the snakeskin Pradas.
With' a 9 in a chick that's chasin' dollars
Like I'm chasin' dollars;
By any means necessary,
Yeah, a nigga necklace heavy.
Let the caviar dreams star out
I'm in the hood with the Porsche out!
To the G5 turbulation,
The fly dude by it - where they camel-racin'. {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
[Chorus: French Montana (Tony Yayo)]
If you wanna do it, (That's money! That's money right there!)
Do it riiight! (That shit is better in Vegas, and out there in Dubai.)
You can do it baby. (Youkno'Imean?)
Get yo' money riiiiight! (And makes Vegas?)
[Outro: Tony Yayo]
You know?
But you can't gamblin' on!
You gon' only better cameras and shit!
Big money!
[Chorus:]
Shoot em bang bang, shoot em up bang bang
6 million ways to die, die slow
Shoot em bang bang, shoot em up bang bang
6 million ways to die, die slow
[Verse:]
Nigga I be flowing like the panama canal
You a bloomy s.o.b (jock jock a mosh down)
My neck chilly, nigga my last trip was chile
Terrain in the ande moutains for from the city
My passport stamped up pages get me wrong looks
My passport look like a fucking phone book
Pull out the 4-10 punk niggas better run
6 shells out the strap revolver slash shotgun
And to the feds I'd rather death than capture
Ducatti 900 my bitch got that strap tucked
[x2:]
Now gangsta niggas dying
Kanye talking bout he got gangstas weaing tight jeans holdin iron
My jeans medium fit, calvin klein hold the clips
The rap game controlling it like calvin klein done got the 6
D.t's patrol the strip but my trap is holding it
[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yo Kay whattup! The kid Yayo man!
You know 50 blew some of that magic dust on me
Now I'm a get some of that MTV money you know
[DJ Kay Slay:]
I ain't mad at ya homey, yo Jim Jones you with me?!
[Jim Jones:]
Hey Slay what it do?
[DJ Kay Slay:]
That's what I'm talkin about!
[Sheek Louch:]
I mean you killed them already on the first one
[DJ Kay Slay:]
Is that Sheek Louch, Papoose, Uncle Murda, Tony Yayo and Jim Jones?!
[Sheek Louch:]
This is the remix! D-Block!
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
You don't wanna war with me
Hammer on my lap since the first Skate Key
Now I'm in the Range or the SRT
Pat me down, that ain't where a Gemstar be
When Sheek come torn things to Mardi Gras
Straight Stuntin Magazine bitches in my car
Black shades hoodie on big cigar
Long chain pinky ring big to par
Police watchin rooftop binoculars
Don Guerilla, Good Love popular
I'm gettin money like the Jews bitch, mazel tov
Clap at 'em matter of fact let Pap get 'em
It's a body in the trunk right let's go shread 'em
I ain't the King of New York I'm just plain old Louch
Big man out that motherfuckin classic group
I been a pimp but I guess they only listen to Snoop
Let's go to war!
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's
[Verse 2: Papoose]
Papoose, Pa-poose!
There's only one king in this city, and
Y'all know the meanin of his name is indian
I got it from my grandma I swear to Vivian
Open up your mouth I'm a stick my semi in
Tried to front so I shock like Shawn Merriman
You a fish out of water this is my aquarium
I let the ruger squeeze with Junior Reid
I chew emcees like I'm chewin seeds
Your crew could bleed leave you intrigued
I'm a truer breed I superceed what you believe
True indeed Jim Jones said it best you dudes is weak
You a fuckin rat went to the D's and chewed the cheese
He a fake blood, burn his flag remove his beeds
Wish I could bring Rem back (BO!)
Run that (BO!) Run that (BO!) FUCK THAT!
Tell your boss you ever try to touch Pap
He better put you in his wheel like a hubcap
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
HERE WE GO NOW!
I wake up to that same bullshit, nigga
I wake up to that same full clip, nigga
Coke price, dope price, new gas goin up
For forty-five a gram, how the FUCK a nigga blowin up?
I get that cocaine, Vicodin, and Xanax pills (What else?)
You know, the same pills, that killed Heath Ledger (YEAH!)
The pies turn to grams, the grams turn to shells
'Cause both eyes and hands, are like digi scales
All that talk about the recession, is depressing (hahaha!)
Jay-Z said it, you know where I'm headed
To the strip, where all the fiends show me love (Southsiiiiiiide)
Some feds jump out, I'm a throw my drugs
Then I jump in a hooptie, stash a snub
Then it's off to the projects for some Groupie Love
Got three condoms, hoes got the bub
Got three condoms, hoes got the bub! YEAH!
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's
[Verse 4: Uncle Murda]
Put that thang on his forehead and squeeze the trigger (BANG!)
When he fall, get on top of him, squeeze again, nigga (Get 'em!)
Nobody is untouchable, anybody can get it
I was hurt when I heard they killed Larry Davis in prison (Damn!)
I was young, he inspired me to shoot the police
I did it and got away with it, check my rap sheets (check it!)
E'rybody ain't as fortunate, I'm bein fo' real
Rest In Peace to all the dudes that the police killed
Y'know, some ain't had no gun and some had a gun on 'em
They wasn't shootin at the police, they was runnin from 'em
Them young boys in the hood still thuggin it
Them O.G.s' still tryna stop them from hustlin (What?!)
Them young boys pumped up, poppin them fist
The O.G.s' like, "Man, we too old for this shit"
Lil' man growin up, he'll shoot you in the face
There's a war goin on out here, nobody's safe - ah!
(This ain't '88!)
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's
[Verse 5: Jim Jones]
If I kill you, I'm brainless
Must be stupid, actin like I ain't rich
Actin like it ain't short money to get ya brains hit
You better watch what you say bitch
Black president, please, because my hood is on the same shit
Tryna get rich offa 'caine bricks
So if you gonna kill a man, then you kill a man proper
All my niggas do the killas like shottas
Fake niggas start grillin like Shabba
Try to stand tall, let the AK chop ya
It's not a end line, won't delay your composure
Shout to El Barrio and Kay Slay, partna
Huh, okay it's still thug-acation
But we Peter roll 'em if it's no blood relation
Put his name on the wall, fuck it we erase him
Put his brains on the floor - fuck it that's for basin
Uh - you don't really want it with me
You don't wanna run into a G
We still gettin money, had a deal a couple hundred on the fee
Still keep the guns under the seat
I run with guerillas, it's a jungle in the streets
Past slow, some is in the streets - fuck all the beef
I can't remember a nigga frontin on me
[Talking: Styles P]
Desparado, problemz, d-block
Ghost
[Styles P:]
Hustle to get a dollar bill re-up gang
Shottie in the porsche I spray out range
Desperado and problemz bang out gang
Got the 9 and the shottie I lay out gangs
Shits piled up like a jail jean
Wanna get popped and wheeled on hopeing you don't feel wrong
About the way we style
Bein had crack money I'm an 80's
Only run around with niggaz that's crzy wild
Fuck you girl with the dick and a broomstick
Wolf nigga holler at the moon shit
Ya never did no goon shit
Teflon crack in your back
Kidnap the kid taking a nap
Then we bringing em back
Motherfucker we cut her your girl slack
Right before we cut up her back
Still the hardest nigga out now work with that
[Chorus x2: Styles P]
What you want nigga
Loyalty, money, respect
Get the power bring my niggas flyin in jets
Have em chillin in the island get away from the stress
But right now real talk all these rappers is dead
[Desperado:]
The game is fake and niggaz is singing
How your hearts behind bars and you think that your winning
Let me you bout a real man that took a real bid did it
Nowadays pap would say that his own kid did it
Trust me dog you not what you pretend to be
The time that they giving is breaking you down mentally
You not a thug you an actor, far from real
So I'm a teach you face like cam and part your grill
You got a mind or heart nigga you need both
And to take me down dog you need tools
Ask anybody they say d don't fold
He loco, b.b.o.g gon roll shit
We nice with the hands we all hold chrome
We dealing with more grams than an old folks home
So tell me what you havin to say
I blow up half of your face
You can tell god what happened to day
[Chorus x2]
[Problemz:]
They say I'm orthadox nigga I box awkward
Still I'm respected by the niggaz I fuck with
Say a nigga smart cause my mental my office
Gotta remain sharp like the tip of a swordfish
Life is a game that I can't forfeit
Success I'l be here soon I can't force it
Still in the drop like water outta leaky faucets
Still wide aware so I watch who I walk with
Only got 1 shot nigga I am a marksman
Flow outta thisw world yes I am a martian
Hear dat beat on my chest it sounds like nazis marching
Fire your lives with thin guess my heart is an arson
Gotta hustle nigga I need gwap
3 niggaz, 3 forks, 1 chinese box
4 wings whole lotta rice with no pork in
Welcome to the life of the unfortunate
[Chorus x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
Yea, palm trees on the sunset
Call the shooters up they breeze through your projects
Uh, your nobody till somebody kill you
I turn your corn into candle light vigiles
Show your best friend the stash he might pull a pistol
Cause that greed and that envy cause major issues
I'm only mixing with the real niggaz
I'm only mixing with them real killers
45 a.c.p it's all pearly
Blood on your seats you get the red foams early
I switch cavallis, new mazarati
G5 it up with a bad mami
[Movie Bites from "Belly (1998) ", Louie Rankin as Lennox speaks:]
(COME ONE!) You wanna bumbablot me?
You don't know me...
I'm the original Jamaican dandatta!
Who want test me? Come here, you maggots!
You wanna romp with bumbaclot me?!
Come on, come on!
I murder people for fun!
You wanna ramp with bumbaclot me?!
[Tony Yayo:]
Y'all niggaz wanna rump with me not me
I'm not a rude boy I'm a haitian gangsta
Y'all niggaz wanna rump with me not me
I roll with 80 shooters and they all is gangsta
Jealous ones envy money cause greed
44 colt put ya dick on ya sleeve
While 50 lift weights, tony lift toast
Pull it out rappers turn into cinammon toast
Cowards, spin on my rope, chillin on boats
Put the "d" in the blender start blending the dope
Yo I'm raw like that coke in a liquid form
In the club with my starp till the liquors gone
Yo that friendly extortion turns into blood money
I could buy my own army with that pablo es money
Glock auto matie yo, bitch gotta fatty yo
For 14 bricks Pablo killed Fabio
Cop 5 acres, the pool and the patio
My flow is speradical, whites think it's radical
I spit 16 like a sawed of calico
It's T-O-N-Y my flow is phenomel
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
You can run but you can't hide nigggggaaa
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Pop shit with my pistol bigggerr
Come out, come out, wherever you are
You could run outta town put tints on your car
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Have a vest on your chest I murder you par
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Come out, come out, wherever you are
[Nyce Da Future:]
I see y'all in ya cars show me what the signs bout
After you do that I shoot you with the 9 spout
Pull the 9 out, pull your spines out
Holes in your car it could be hard to climb out
Me and yayo spin through, the city with them guns
These ar 15's playin frisbee with ya lungs
Me and p nigga, gettin busy with them guns
Me and 50 get it for 5 for 50 in the slums
So nigga act up these shotties attached to our legs
The infared beam attached to your head
We act like mones, homie we attach the bread
These cowards work for the government attached to the feds
So come out, come out, wherever you are
Or the guns, the guns, coming outta that car
Once the bullets outta the chamber, straight up danger
Nigga bodies all nice like the new york rangers
[Chorus]
[Prodigy:]
I know alot of niggaz is jealous, alot of niggaz is greedy
And lotayou niggaz concentratin on me so much
I can feel ya vibrations,
Man I'm all the way in england with a tingling sensation
In my thoughts somethings telling me to set it off
Just incase you try to front later on
I said, somethings telling me to come shoot ya
Just incase that you front in the future
So I nipped that in the bud, get back in the truck
With the 3 inch glass, shoot that if you want
Don't turn up the music that's Tony Cocaine
And PCP yea that G-Unit gang
Got a young gun named Nyce that's ready to pop
And when the shit gets thick you need 40 Glocc
I told niggaz don't paly with me but you don't listen
Till wap squeeze the wap and you get chunks tooken of your arms
And your skull when them things pull,
The cops gon get low them shots coming through
In your arms and your skull, when them things pull
The cops gon get low them shots coming through
(feat. 50 Cent)
[50 Cent:] GGGGGGG G Unit
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey
Yo the streets is a battle field you die any day
Some cry on they knees when they pray
All you hear is he said she said around the way
I'm in the no fly zone private hide away
Tryin' to prolly with my sons like its Father's Day
When my revolver spray
You better andalay
I take ya moms away
Writin' rhymes 'till my arms decay
On mics I'm dynamite like Jay Jay
Listen hombre
I glisten in broad day
The feds got me framed in a picture
Cause I got my chick trained to hit ya
Like Amy Fisher
Let a slugs fly at a bug eyed judicier
Play Fat Cat and I'll strip you for your whiskers
We move Fishscale you messin' with Fish Yay
Make cars fish tail when we shoot at them brakes
We pop Mo's and puff ounces
In the club we pay off them bouncers
To lay off the Tray Pounders
When the cops raid the crib they want the houses
Fed times head lines read about us
Follow my fathers footsteps why bother?
Charter a few leer jets we got the Ganja
Never had a seed but I please your baby mama
Lick her on her knees but shes on Gabbanna
Put her on a track too ten niggas want her
Flaunt her
Get my cheese back on the corner
Nigga get a glance, hit the free lance performer
Heaven and hell will prevail when I'm a goner
[50 Cent:]
One time
Thats Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks come on come on
[Tony Yayo:]
50 you can retire whenever you ready
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I'm in the mountains with the trees are palm
In a New York State Of Mind tryin' to freeze my arm up
Got the Balm
Blowin' on sticky with a slut
It went from "Hi how you doin?" to a quicky in the truck
I'm tryin' to find where the party is at
I'm bringin' me, Jesse, Ferrari and Black
My hood is all fucked up it ain't no goals
The little boys turn to convicts and girls turn to hos
I'm ridin' through the Valley where you might hear turns like "Ese homes"
Mama ain't raised no fool I'm talented and gifted
I practice in boats so I could balance it
I'm fresh out the dirt nigga you washed up
Thirty something and never seen a fan star struck
[50 Cent:]
Yeah ya lame
[Verse:]
Yea I kick shit like cristiano ronaldo
Gooooaaaaaaaaal
Touch down I move another mother load
Gasolina in a bag il make ya mother fold
Boss player shit we move bricks
Ya fairytale and myths
Me and fif in the dumar buyin alien ships
Titanium grip on the 4-10
I put a shotgun shell in ya man benz
I said he who shall disturb me face death
As I walk through the shadows of the valley of death
Rap niggas, street niggas beefing
Nigga start reaching
I pull out the 4-10 and I start beasting
[x2:]
Real talk it's the real talk of new york
The most underrated but fuck it I made it
I made it ma on top of the world baby
The under dog is always underrated
The under dog is always underrated
The under dog is always underrated
It's the unit
Niggaz know what it is
Niggaz can't do that swaggwer like us
Yo apex we spazzed out on this 1
Yeaaaaaaaaaaa
I get that money
Bonified hustler making money
Yea, clear my throat on this 1 no homo
[Verse:]
The ny fitted tilted to the side boy
Run up on me with some bullshit you gonna die boy
Jump up in the fly toy
Hi hater, bye hater, my paper got me in a fly gator
Hi my name is t.o.n.y y.a.y.o
This is ak not that bullshit hydro
You know how I go, they v.I.p me, they don't I.d me
My wrist look like it belong on tv
20 dimes on deck it look like tv
I wear my shade glasses at night I can't see haters
I dream them dollar signs at night I need that paper
I need that money money
I get that money money
We get that money money
Let's get that money money
Righteous kill
Swammies on deck, S.O.D
[Repeat]
But todays a cloudy friday
It's a black friday
[Verse:]
Nigga I ain't tryna die with nothin to show for it
2 pots in the stove blender got the dope in it
Deez hoes are embassy sweet stroking it
Jump out the m6 looking like a (yayo)
I look like money, I smell like money
Nigga I taste like that black bag cocaine money
I'm in the leer withcha boo haaa
But you little rap niggas irritate me like fruit flies
And you wonder how the coupe drive
In that bulletproof whip
No homo I need a bulletproof dick
My favorite color green just like brett far
Bitch nigga for you blog, bitch nigga get a job
I bit mikes and a bit bitches
My charles bronson bulldog bit snitches
I can't die, my lil girl growing up fast
Groupie niggas not around pig I run past
Jump out the truck blast my little niggas deading ya
I'll have ya head looking like a cash register
Swag hater my swag got me filthy
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, enough 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, tryna 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 boy, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three - 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
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 better 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
Bing monstas
Bing monstas
Bing monstas
[Chorus:]
The lil homies don't got nothin to look forward to
The big homies don't got nothin to look forward to
1 go in, 1 go out
1 go in, 1 go out
And that's life on that same old chain gang
And that's life on that same old chain gang
And that's life on that same old chain gang
And that's life on that same old chain gang
[Verse:]
I keep a concrete open mind
I leave your brains on concrete you plot on mine
I got the chop cause my baby weigh 8 pounds
Fif hold 8 rounds
Police on the wylin shit that rascist bill o'reilly shit
My middle finger up sayin fuck the law
With a classy ass bitch that booth the raw
When I jump in the booth you can't ignore me
Clear up my throat kick off them mauris
Lean back hit a blunt
I lean back catch a stunt
My life is like monoply I'm tryna get the park place
New lex no hands roll up in the park space
Fuck a fed case, fuck a narc case
I'm in the aspen that's why you marks hate
I rather be carried by 6 than be hung by 12
The jurors can see me in hell
[Lil B:]
Statistics say I ain't gon live to see past 30
Things on my mind a few seen the coffin early
Internet like trash unirace is dirty
Ask me if I give a fuck about a life sentence
Most rappers use that quote as they lifes sentence
Now the judge give em time plus the 5 digits
Coulda bein the next doctor anything proper
Most people love war and they hate scores
At the top of the game and my plate is your's
In the water and I'm jaws, internet claws
Plus I'm banned like tiger bond
Long live the king, boys
[Tony Yayo:]
Vegetive state banana clip a nigga
Movie, he wake up 20 years later
Envious cause every man got insecurities
Here's 90 blue notes for security
Rest in peace to oscar grsnt pour cold beers
Bot shot em in cold blood and got 2 years
B.p finally capped up that oil spill
Tea party sayin fuck obamas health bill
Madoff in the feds and he still living
Front page of the post 4 billion hiding
They say man is destroying the earth crust
Haiti got money and food that they can't touch
My kids growing up hope they have a bright future
They don't play outside they slaves to computers
Everybody shooters, straps get purchased
Let off the poundthe trembling sound the grounds nervous
[Tony Yayo:]
I go ham on the beat but I don't eat pork
Wire cell so much ched in the g porsche
Brown maybach coupe, potato color
Sour cream guts bad bitch burn the rubber
I'm way hung over, from the other night
Brush my teeth ron isley in the shower mic
My spanish bitch on her period I titty fuck her
And that auid tt is tighter than a mother
I spit acid the beat let the bars live
My weed underwater, spongebob crib
I'm so fly on the ground I'm air sick
Haters need a barf bag for the spaceship
I'm so hot just face it
I don't even handwrite raps I just say it
Yea, I'm so hot just face it
Nigga I don't handwrite raps I just say it
[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Not nay gym got the work on the scale
And nao nay 1 just made my 1st sale
Ain't even much time and I'm ready to re-up
Rat bitch hold down a sack in her c-cup
12.am and I still go hard
12.15 got arrest by the narcs
Now they all mad cause they ain't find shit
So you can tell the hoods they can suck my dick
[Fred Da Godson:]
Fuck spitting, I spent friday in the kitchen I need more bread
I just added the ice cubes come on craig
New connect I'm a try em out
He in debt press em with the tec get it ironed out
He told me he got it for 40 I'm like what that amount
The men ea meetings got even out of town dying out
Ey yayo I need a number on that half a k
I pick it up after my niece she got a half a day
My nigga cooked the whole had to throw a half away
Connect old school brew donnie halfaway
I have a way you seein em
Raw so dope off the iphone I blackberry b.b.m
[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 kind of 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 and dressed in your fine 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 the cold 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
Uh yea g-unit
[Tony Yayo:]
If you ever try to blemish my character
For notoriety shooter's I'l clap at ya
Crib full of decorated wall paper
Living in the spotlight homies tend to hate ya
Sandstone ferrari with the 4 seats
Su's rendevous the top put her on the streets
She a barbie in a barbie's world
2 blunts rozay lil mama hurl
The trap bringing in all that cheese quick
58, 58 the size of cheese nips
2 goddesses like charlie sheen
Dion cherokee cause they ass is mean
[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
It's all love when we in the club
Keep a super shooter with me, kevin love
Steve nash that bitch show the homies love
Throw a nigga assist nigga love is love
[Trav:]
I'm still fly motherfucker, suicide motherfucker
Sex so high I glide motherfucker
I don't walk, I don't talk these hoes no what the biznes
I fuck em duck em they suck me and then I ditch em
Catch me on the rebound hoe, rodman
Southside niggas with the goons and the goblins
Special with the k like cereal kellogs
The lick chopper kick like ling won sickkaa
Niggas talk but they don't live with the world say
I leave a nigga stretched right on the curb yay
You make the wrong move betcha I ali ya
Making money off that white boy, bieber
[Starts off with the beat of M.I.A's: "Paper Planes".]
[Chorus: M.I.A.]
[3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do... [echoes]
[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I'm the greatest! [Joker laughs]
[50 Cent:]
First your hear the first shot - then you hear the second shot
By the time you hear the third shot you see a nigga DROP! [gunshot]
Then you hear the 4th shot! - The you hear the 5th shot!
.38 Revolver only hold six shots. [2 shots]
You know a robbery can turn into a homicide
Nigga don't co-operate we break him off proper like.
Revolver get to spinnin', nigga you can spend the night,
Planned operation! - Not communicating!
On the table weezin - respirator breathin'
For your bitch-ass summer time is the killing season. [gunshot]
A lil' Henny make the nigga wanna spray sumthin'
Dare nigga say sumthin'. - Muhfucka stay frontin'.
If that's jewelry they be knowing it be sumthin' [classic evil laughter]
Until them cats scrap and get to blow him for the money.
Some got good aim, some got bad aim,
So it's bang bang! - It's all part of the game.
Every hood is the same, different faces different names,
Different crew different gangs! - Different is just the same.
[Chorus: M.I.A.]
[3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money! [gunshot]
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money! {Whooooooooooo}
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } {"THISIS50.COM"! }
[Interlude: M.I.A.]
M.I.A. Third World Democracy {"SWAMMIES... ON DECK"! }
Yeah! - I got more records than the KGB. {TONY YAYO! }
So uuuuh!
No funny business! (Are you ready, aiiiiiiight?)
[Bridge: M.I.A.]
Some, some, some, I some murder.
Some I some let goooooo!
Some, some, some, I some murder
Some I some let goooooo!
[Chorus: M.I.A.]
All I wanna do [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
[Outro:]
CAN'T FORGET...
DIVA!
[Intro:]
Ladies and gentleman! [ovation] [applause]
I know you were very surprised when you heard me the first time 50Cent is run it for President!
I like to thank you for all in to tuning in this DEBATES! [applause]
Some really important issues to adress...
And I lover to answer your questions to here y'all suggestions! (Listen to this, yeah!)
I got propose... [beat starts]
I'm not another politician politicer, it's ya boy!
Haha!
Here we go!
[Verse:]
Yeah, I done smoked a couple pounds but I ain't never in hell,
Been in Custody before - but never in jail!
Baby I love you like America, don't talk to me fly
But I'll promise you if you do bitch, I black ya eye!
See? The hood fucked up, I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope and them boys and lower cocaine prices.
That's stage one of my plans, I pass five by depression
When everybody how I gives a fuck by recession!
Imagine gas price is 20 dollars a gallon.
D's catch a nigga and have the walk to the alley
And - my aims are to take away pain
It's okay, get fucked up, mayne!
Got that purple? - Roll that shit!
Got the pillpops that take that trip:
Got the Hennesy? Man, take that sip!
The pain'll go away if you got higher than a motherfucka!
And I know you think you know my style
Surprise nigga, I didn't changed it now!
5 years, I'm the nigga you been hatin' on
December 9th, I'm a give you what you waiting for!
[Outro:]
"Before I Self Destruct", motherfucka!
It's 50!
I'm in Detroit right now!
I got EMINEM on the room, Dre in here!
We puttin' it together...
I'm in a... I'm finna hit the restart button!
It's gon' feel like I just started it all over again!
Like this is '03 and this is "Get Rich"!
My album come in a full long movie!
A feature film, I'm like the Prince right now, man!
It's like "Purple Rain", baby!
Hahahahahhaa!
STUPID!
Re-produced and directed by... 50Cent!
Starring... Curtis "50Cent" Jackson! [crowd ovation]
Clip the bye!
Tritch! [crowd ovation]
Give me your cashes! [crowd ovation]
Sounds like I'm better then... and lite your engines! [crowd ovation]
Call of friend...?. [crowd ovation]
Shout-out to all my niggas in Watt and New Jersey! [crowd ovation]
Aight, I gotta go back to work on my album!
IT'S CLASSIC!
December 9th!
That's right, ThisIs50.Com!
On demand Entertainmant!
PEACE!
OOh yeah!
Don't forget to vote for me! [echoes] [beat stops]
[Outro:]
THISIS50-... dot-COM!
SHADYVILLE-... dot-BIZ!
CAN'T FORGET... MY SHADYVILLE... DJs!
[Intro]
My life..
My life..
My life..
My life..
[Tony Yayo Intro]
Yeah..
Yeah..
Yeah..
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
[Verse]
50 got Yayo gettin' all this cash
Now all these Yes men wanna kiss my ass
But back in the street you aint help me re-up
Locked up, i had court dates, you never showed up
What the fuck, tell me what you grinnin' at nigga
If i get killed, my stash, you spendin' that nigga
Some people want nutin' outta life
And some people want it all, let's ball
I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppin'
Saphire watch, got your jaw droppin'
When i move that 8th, you were 7 gram coppin'
You ain't happy for me, you hope that the Feds watchin'
I aint stoppin, homie i'm number one
Why you schemin' on me, i'm plain and dumb
So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip
I'ma pull out first, and let off my clip, Take That!
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
[Verse]
Now your man ain't your man if he extortin' you nigga
And your man ain't your man if he shortenin' you nigga
Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons
When your money's gone, thats when them hoes gon'
Fake love is when a nigga sets you up
How he knew about your chain when your ching was tucked
You know the type that rats you out, sell you out
Get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out
You got a brand new whip, your shit is lovely
Yeah it's aight, but its rims is ugly
Fake friends, show fake love
You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club
Fake love..
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Nigga I'm a baller, shot caller
23 inches on a phantom with the spoiler
Baller gettin head tonight
Dutchie rolled tight duck the feds tonight
On the high wayyyy
I got the things on the high wayy
Moving bricks the better way
Better way, better way, yeaaaaah
[Tony Yayo:]
I used to smoke blunts in the amp you know the hoop ride
Now it's hermee jeans with the patch on the inside
The 800 hold a blicky up
I'm in all white, roll the sticky up
Rest in peace to ethel, rest in peace to huey
Nigga make a move, I'm a make a movie
Righteous kill like deniro and paccino
Fuck boys sweet like some fucking frappuchino
Niggas on the set and handle all the fiends orders
Rod need a bathroom set for his daughter
I used to buy weed right by the fish house
1 2 1 1 10 when the dreads out
Pieces go up, pieces go down
Task run up, niggas go down
I hold a 4 pound, not to be frank
Fuck a pair of sneakers got a marble fish tank
I got fish scales, my pills have you cellabit
They have you seeing t-pain on a pink elephant
I'm a hustler, you a strusstler
Strugglin to hustle I don't move a muscle
[Chorus]
[Spider Loc:]
If it don't make dollars then it don't make the attenary
We do move more heat like the millitary
Air force ones, top guns go hard
In miami waters more than the coast guards
Jump off the jet ski, hop on a speed boat
Cut throats commit the murder that greed wrote
Me and my guerillas got gravy deals
But still kill at will like navy seals
Handle on the eagle just flash and accord
Got the streets on lock like the national guard
If you want me better bring an army
21 gun saluter I'm a shooter
[Chorus]
[40 Glocc:]
Never claimed to be a baller but I'm all in
Kobe bryant in the courtroom what they call him
32 slim jeans, that's fag
That's my bitch size, call that fat
I'm crack on a track worth 15 5
10 east next stop I-95
My altitude 40 thou I'm so higggh
My license revoked, I don't drive
Cobalt city homeboy born to ride
2 hands minus a finger use that 9
A brick ain't 10 a key don't use that line
Bite the hand when it feeds put his teeth on the side
[Chorus - Joe]
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I'm simply gon' drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I'm simply gon' drive you, crazy
[Young Buck]
I'm lovin how you look in my eyes
Swingin them hips when you pass
I'm visualizin 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 feelin like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think I'ma be chasin a chicken head - you on somethin
Your toes painted hair 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
Make a decision shorty good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keep showin me that thong
Before I head home
I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on
Holla at cha boy!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Lately she's been frustrated with the baller
Wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her
It gets annoyin from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin' more
She loves it when I'm in town
Hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear it down
Next door neighboors hear the sound
Pictures hittin the ground
It's enough to hold us down
I'm stickin 'n' movin 'n' cruisin 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 her frame (yeah)
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fell in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't a entertainer would she remain
Surroundin me houndin me tryna be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie (homie)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watchin her lick her lips
Or watchin her walk she hypnotize me with her hips man (yeah)
I sweet talk her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right?
Look I'm legit now I used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house big Benz girl it yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain't got 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 of me some honeys gon' hate you that never saw you
Come here, let my touch on you I'll let you touch on me
Put my tongue on you you put your tongue 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 get to know you
I really fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I'm simply gon' drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simly gon' drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby
I wanna be your lover
[Starts off with the beat of Akon & Young Jeezy's: "Soul Survivors"]
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
Y'all niggas thought I was gon' let y'all niggas breathe, huh? (YEAH! Haha!)
Nigga I'm #2 on tha chart, (#2, nigga! #2 in the country!) #1 in the hood, fuck y'all niggas!
Yo Joe (WHATTUP NIGGA?) see my numbers, Jada?
Hahaha! (Yo Game, you a scared ass-nigga!)
I'm sellin' in Germany, London! (Joe you choose? at the VMAs!)
Y'all niggas can suck my dick, or their mothers, man! (Man, fuck y'all!)
I'm on some shit right now! (Jada you know what time it is!)
I'm lookin' for some trouble... (I'm a gangsta nigga!) {NON STOP! }
[Chorus:]
Catch me in the back, Mack on my 'Lac,
Now workin' trap, got that dope and that crack;
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - A known supplier!
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - Yay got that fire! (HERE WE GO!) - Yeeeeeeeeeeah! {Whoooooooo! }
I got that hazes, got that dro, got that piff,
Got that shit, that you sniff, man I hold the .fo'-fifth [gun cocks]
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - A known supplier!
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - Yay got that fire! (BRING IT DOWN NOW!)
[Verse:]
My top down in tha black Lamb'
I chop down to my last gram, low for my task an' {Whooo! }
Nigga check my raps, they incredible poets
Got your bitch on tha plane when she? air to Pu'to? . (BRING IT DOWN NOW!) {HAHA! }
Ayo, stick-up kids is - out off tags!
But it don't worry me {Whoooo! } - cause I stay with a Mack! [gun cocks] (WHAT ELSE?)
And I ridin' a 'Lac - with some shit on my lap!
BLAAAAAAAT! [gunshot] - I hate ya whole team, lay down flat! {GET BACK! }
The world's a big pussy - waiting to get fuck!
I been dyin' for the state, since I been locked up!
Roll up in that Porsche truck - a grand Turbo!
You's a blunt here and prose - with big .fo'-fo'.
I was 0-3! - 8-2! - 3-3-9!
Now the kid is home, it's my time to shine! (YEAH!) {DAMN! }
[Chorus:]
Catch me in the back, Mack on my 'Lac,
Now workin' trap, got that dope and that crack.
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! (yeeeeaaahh!) - A known supplier!
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! (yeeeeaaahh!) - Yay got that fiiiiire! - Yeeeeeeeeeeah! (I got enough nigga!)
I got that hazes, (12 .12s!) got that dro, got that piff, (58 .58s!)
Got that shit, that you sniff, man, I hold the .fo'-fifth;
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - A known supplier!
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - Yay got that fiiiiire!
[Outro:]
Yeah, I told y'all man!
"Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon"...
In stores now, I'm #2 on the motherfuckin' country!
Yo EM get better!
Yo 50, whassup?
I got that new CLS, money green nigga!
'Bout you get the money green, rips off them nigga!
I look like a flying 100 outta mill' comin' to SouthSide!
Yo Monster whassup? [beat fades out]
24's on the 'Lac nigga!
We ride, no fuck all! {Whoooooooooooooooooooo! }
My nigga Buck!
Yea, yo, ay yo yo
Turn my mic levels up
Turn my mic levels up turn the beat down a lil bit
I wanna hear my swag nigga
You heard me turn my mic levels up
Turn the beat down, yeaaaa
Fuck a recession man
Stocks just went down again
Fuck man, nigga bush on tv acting like don't be worried
Well I'm worried man
I'm about to trade in that bentley all that shit
Jewellery all that shit man
I've got swagger my shoes farragamo
Big 4 4 nigga yay catch a homo
Don't do tahoe, only ducatti
Take off the grill now the phantom is a caddy
I, balls watch christmas eve
Got louie fendi balls on my christmas trees
Nigga yayo for preident I free all the jails out
And buy coke with that 700 billion dollar bail out
The worlds biggest re up in the guiness books
I chef up cocaine like chemist cooks
I gets the illest looks over pro tools
Nigga step ya game up buck don't I hold tools
Nicknamed her old school I call her ice tea
And that new toy I call it soulja boy
I mix the coke with the soda boy
Now the crack game over boy
By the way I got that boy, bundles of it
And the pelle got bundles in it
Why a nigga so timid
300 hollywood 2 hoes in it
[Mavado:]
I'm on di go
I'm on di go but! badman ah try fi stop mi though jah know
I'm on di go, I'm on di go jah! clone mi out cah mi nuh
Poppy show ja
[Chorus: Mavado]
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special bwoy ah pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal thank jah
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
I'm so special, I'm so special, so special, so special
I walk around with my 4-10 special
It holds shotgun shells cause it's special
I leave a nigga in the ground with the devil
For his big faced watch with the bezzel
I send 16 shots make ya hot like mexico
Or he reach for his starp shoot himself like vexico
What the fuck y'all hating for
I smoke like rammalan, I smoke that bombaloud
Ya guys a pitstart shoot like a pistol
My gun in my small palm it go bam bam like lebron
[Chorus 2: Mavado]
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special bwoy ah pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal thank jah
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Tell 'em mi nuh fear two face expression guy fi do
Dutty mouth caan trace nor dettol mi hear dem chat
[Verse: Mavado]
Jackie and steven ah di swine fa! informa si too much
Dat dem blind fa! one plate ah food dem sell out mankind
Fa! guess you have di yearn suh weh di bag ah badmind fa
Mi sidestep dem dutty works suh how di fuck dem waan mi
Join fa! mi gi dem weh dem waan weh dem ah mix mi inna
Crime fa, ah di same thing warlord rise him nine fa
Every dutty work jah shall show dem a sign fa cause jah
Mek we special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal but jah
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special ha ha ha
Jah! mek we special, I'm so special so special so
Special dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan
Pree mi fi gal and dem waan chase like brother it's
A special delivery, dem waan mi live inna misery but
Dat they will never si special delivery, from my
Mother deliver mi ha ha I'm on di go, I'm on di go but
Dem badmind nuh waan fi stop mi though jah know, I'm on
Di go I'm on di go but! dem caan play mi like nuh poppy
Show cause jah! mek we special, I'm so special so special
So special dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan Pree mi fi gal and dem waan chase like petal but jah
Mek we special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan pree mi fi
[Lloyd Banks:]
Uh huh GGGG G Unit
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
50 Cent
[Tony Yayo:]
New York now
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Sometimes I wake up by my bed sweatin' but it still feels like i'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a females the form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
Never thought they'd catch me slippin' now I'm duckin' and drippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin'
On records I could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through Mama Bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause cuz papa was in and out the prison
I'm a soldier, holdin' my weight on my own ya know
Its Tony Yayo
Let 'em have it
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Niggas actin' like we go back like car seats
Wait a minute pa, you ain't hard on these streets
I got some hard body bitches in a wide body coupe
That give you more stitches than an Armani suit
Since god made dirt
Dirt don't hurt
Unless you six feet deep or in the back of a hearse
Hood rats in the hood can't concentrate
Cause they see the Cardiare with the rosey face
Some hustle for clothes some hustle for sneakers
Me I got Os i'm givin' out free peices
You heard me
I'm givin' out free peices
You heard me nigga
[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Don't get murdered on the humble
Weloome to the jungle nigga
New york city
It's the talk of new york Tony Yayo
I'm gettin back on the spazz shit
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Niggaz all in my face asking me for some moneyy
When I say no, no, no no
They be like he acting funny
You wanna rain on my parade
But cloudy are turning sunny
You only heard in the hood, and that's not good
I'm heard across the country
Nigga land on the helipad, rims on the new jag
Lil nigga stop you got holes in your doo-rag
I'm gettin brick money just to walk through the club
Why your face screwed up you tryna walk like a thug
I'm in that 530 I.x b.m wagon
Oral sex through my sweats now your b.m braggin
My a.n.t saggin they cost 230
When I ride through the p's the v is 230
My wrist is too clean, my hat to the side
My strap in my ride I don't swallow my pride
There's wolves in the jungle, there's sheep in the jungle
The price of a life is real cheap in the jungle
[Chorus]
The worlds ready for my wide reange discussion
Terror 5 can't hide time for the touchin
I'm all about stuntin, I'm all about frontin
I can blow 50 grand my man it ain't nothin
When I run up on ya car what ya gonna do
I got body parts in the crib like saw 2
Before you see me, I saw you
This is usual I got the dance drop on you
I'l get you lined up, og your times up
Big bully money get you dummies tied up
You sweet like a buttercup tryna act tough
[Chorus:]
The money money
The cars cars
The hoes, hoes
Fo fo's, only lord knows
What you what you think I got a vest for
What you what you what you
What you think I got a vest for
What you think I got a vest for
[Verse:]
Life is full of, the hoes, the trials and tribulations
The money the clothes the jealous niggaz hating
Black president I never thought there could be
Black first lady I never thought there would be
Now politicians hooping at the white house
I'm moving white niggaz shooting at my trap house
Bricks on cosami I need it on a elbow
That's a flaging foul like a lebron long elbow
Our skip to my loose snack the a house
I had a crime scene looking like freddy house
19 and a 30 shot clip
Let them bullets transition
Cause I don't want my bm looking like 2 bob beon
Vroom when I see y'all my swag european
I'm a boss your a peon
Snatch a model up and hit her with the stinky leg
She 5'2 bitch thick like pinky leg
[Break:]
These lil niggaz with these blogging beefs
This keri hilson and beyonce beef
Lil homie I'm beyond that beef
My money have your ass under white sheets, white sheets
Flatline
[Chorus]
See y'all niggaz stunting out there on that fake louie ricky
Bitch talking bout you were 2 in a bed
Nigga, you wear fake louie on the xxl
Step your game up told ya I get nervous talking bout swag and louie
Oh yea captain rich triple c's
I heard y'all niggaz ain't got houses man
You living in yiur mommas basement nigga
Oh yea fat joe
You not even on them soundscans nigga
You sold 250 copies k.a.r
Pistol pete
Y'all niggaz ain't got no guap
Not 250 thousand, 250 copies
What you what you think I got a vest for
What you what you what you
What you think I got a vest for
Yea, 1, 2
Niggaz talkin bout they gon kill me on twitter
Lol, they sittin in front of the crib
I see that red camaro
Well nigga my glocks got extended clips on em
Come and kill me twitter gangsta
Let's go
[Verse:]
Godzilla the rap game tokyo
I'm a viking you a victim when the drama fold
Strength come in numbers, I kill these niggas dolo
Go hard with my pen when they say my raps is doo doo
Police precint, everybody fuckin know me
Police comin, I'm lookin like a heissman trophy
Our father born in heaven
I'l leave these niggaz all holey with deez mac 11's
Rude boy me like the moneys shelter green
X mark the spot me hit the hater with the beam
Machine gun go blaaaccckkaa
Shooting at the feds like fred malbakar
2 minutes of shooting feel like 2 hours
Money of these bricks give a nigga more power, power
Tom fords, watch chapal
44 bulldog who you watching for
Keep believin in them panicky nervers riders
Come through my residence I'm shooting through pyjamas
44 holes, through polorolls
Lay a nigga down, strip em of his soul
The bike harley, the truck harley
My daughter in that bitch watching that I carly
Air france socks off, high as fuck
She see the cardy french stewardess she wanna fuck
And she a pretty bitch, god damn the bitch holdin
She got the blonde hair ass like ashley logan
2-11 I pull it off the lot nigga
My pockets like that human beat box nigga
Faat boyyyyy
Yea, see my nigga floyd mayweather
50, blue hefner, p-reala
Nigga b-vo
Rest in peace to goldie lodie mac
Yeaaa, niggaz if, yo yay I ain't heard you in a while
(feat. 50 Cent)
[Eminem:] He Is Dj Whoo Kid
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Its The Talk Of New York
Yeah Nigga Real Talk Of New York
A.K.A. 12 12s 58 58s
I Got My Man Lloyd Banks In This Motherfucker
A.K.A. Blue Hefner
My Man Buck Young Buck A.K.A. Buck Marley
And I Got My Man 50 Cent You Know Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You Niggas In The Hood Try To Mention Me
You'll Get Turned Into An Unsolved Mystery
Homie My 44 'll Make You History
Kid You Died That Day It Was Meant To Be
With Your Mom And Your Papa Hopin' You Make It
And Po Po Thinkin' Its Gang Related
Nigga Its Drug Related
Listen Lifes A Bitch
My Ski Mask On, See My Eyes And My Lips
Slide In My Six
New Four Fifth
Extra Clip
Hollowtips
Now You Hit
Layin' Stiff
White Sheet Over Your Crisp Outfit
I Told You So
Pay That Dough
Now You In The Morgue With A Tag On Your Toe
Kick In Your Do' (Door)
With A Big Four Four
Give Me That Coke, That E And That Blow
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Hey Yo, Its T-O-N-Y
I Stay With A Semi
New Mac-10 'll Make All Your Men Die
You Don't Want No Drama
We Run Up On Your Mama
And Cock Back The Llama
Now Thats Beef Nigga
You Don't Want It Started
So Don't Get It Started
Cause My Gorillas Is Insane And Retarded
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Tony Yayo:]
You ever wake up and wanna slit your wrists
Your daughter start acting like that awful bitch
I got the ak-47 tatted on my stomach
If that nigga ratted put 3 in his stomach
In my hood niggas kill for practice
Trap star mutilated money in the mattress 'cause, 'cause
[Repeat]
Ain't no love the trigga ain't got names
Haze and hennessy wash up all the pain
Homocide wash up all the blood stains
Dead nigga washed up in a new range
I wake up to the new york post
At her sweet 16 a girl shot in her throat
My homie bitten, he a menatnce man from the island
Sins forbidden but the nigga keep wyling
So much weed I wonder who seed is
Yea gpg
Yea gunpowder guru
Yayo, fif what's good
Banks whattup
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
R.I.p to lodi mac
I pray to god I get them niggaz back
I'm on that rich nigga shit I could kill about 5 of you
And when you die I build a mall on top of you
New york my roof fit
In that porsche panarama s armor kit
They say yay is a dead man walking
So when I die put a half of pound in my coffin
[Chorus: Louie Castro]
I'm a top notch gangsta you know where to find me
Deep in the streets yay know I'm out grinding
H boy shit drive by with a 100 clips
Blast me a chest nothin left but a hollow tip
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
They say lifes a bitch, then you die
So that sour got me on another high
And I promise you huey p I'd revenge his death
Squeeze the drum out the k till theses nothing left
I hit a nigga from a 100 yards you think he telling
I got his head on a scope like a watermelon
I wake up to big blunts and td jakes homies
And got them call of duty guns by the safe homie
Money made me a target that's what happened
The hip hop police they own manhatten
They locked wayne up, they locked p up
And every other day man they tryna lock me up
[Mike Knox:]
Knoxx
Yayo
You ain't gotta do no more shooting now baby
[Chorus: Louie Castro]
I'm a top notch gangsta you know where to find me
Deep in the streets yay know I'm out grinding
H boy shit drive by with a 100 clips
Blast me a chest nothing left but a hollow tip
[Mike Knox:]
I'm in the city ridin round with the strap on my lap
2 vests on my back with a bulletproof hat
I'm for the day time action
Shooting at your captain
Glcok full of gun smoke all you is wheel movin
In the jet cruising, this is how we do shit
Peek a boo your whole strip
Everybody gettin hit
Hoodies on till we switch
Never caught up in the mix
In the club with the blick, 4 pound hit a dick
Laughin at you fuck boys
We can do it inside if you want you better duck boy
Security be bitching cause I'm about my buisness
A bottle of zay over ya head he need stitches
They banned me from the club, but I don't give a fuck
I'd rathe hit the bar in the hood and buy the liquor up
They see trouble follow me so my guns on me
I'm like monster from brooklyn I'm in these streets
[Chorus:]
[Tony Yayo:]
4-10 nigga, I go gun ho
I make it hot like mama baptist gumbo
No hours immune to the violence
Wake up to the gun shot you never hear silence
In the ghetto everybody knock each other
I guess cause they live top each other
Got the llama for the drama
Pits might lock on your leg
Groupies on stage lil mama vma's
White mazi, police racist like them white nazi's
Shooters on your car like paparazzi
Flash bang hit, you don't bang bitch
Camaro, red bullet I come spray shit
Philly niggaz here they shoot at cops
I'm in the balance with beans and knox
With a half a pound of sour, pockets full of knots
My louie jeans, is full of that guap
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Baller you dropping just like flies
Swallow they blood before they swallow they pride
Ahhhhh, shorty wanna live the thug life
I said forenz I'm stuck at the lights
These lil niggaz wylin I'm a call it a night
Ahhh, shorty wanna live the thug life
[Tony Yayo:]
Shorty wanna be a thug
Cold heart, cold gun full of slugs
Seat 74 gladiator war shit
6 homies stabbed got the warden out his office
Gd's, vice lords in chicago
Gangbanging robe models
Lil niggaz sustain fire
Repel enemy attack 4-10 fire
Water cool barrell on the strap
It's like dat, where we from
A nigga hit a lick if he see one
A nigga keep a gun cause he need one
Rock with it miss ya friends and ya freedom
Armed and dangerous, kill you in a heart beat
Shooting cops like 2pac on these streets
Dead before 21, statistic
And homie that did it got 40 cause it's school district
[Chorus:]
[Slim Da Mobsta:]
He might not never walk again, or talk again
So what's up with him, ok let's do it then
Niggaz gon need hospitals if I spit at you
Condition is gon be critical
I'm a criminal down to the molecules
They talkin bout twitter I will fuck around and follow you
Big fish, small pond, fuck around swallow you
Cobble stone the driveway look at the view
Marble all on the fire place look at the cool
Graduated to a higher space study my moves
Smooth in a room full of vultures
All I'm tryna do is introduce you to my culture
And can give you my word I move birds like sosa
Welcome to california the best kush and good coca
Word to that bite size give me that hold
And don't flight spies
Last shootout everybody dies except muahhhh
Ain't surprised we the niggaz that they dispise, that's why
[Chorus:]
A thousand grams connect wiped out
A thousand grams connect wiped out
Da feds got a check from the whitehouse
Da feds got a check from the whitehouse
[Verse 1:]
C4 in your kids kindergarden cubby hole
You go pick him up I blow up the school
A little drug money never really hurt nobody
Flip a half a brick, get a purple mazi
Ain't nothin but clarity on my scale
Addicts feel the agony popping pills
Model california medical want her
You with a silly rat she got mile on her
A hunnid thousand on my b.b.m page
2 meth labs crime really really pays
It's like magic how them things dissappear
It's like pullin a quarter from behind my ear
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Rule number 1
Multiple guns, multiple holsters
Dat combo will work incase niggas try to smoke ya
Rule number 2
Keep a nice ankle carry
My a.c.g boot cut hold a dirty harry
Rule 3 don't fall in love witcha strap
Especially if you put in work get rid of that
Rule 4 start off small but don't buy a fuckin pony
I bett this.44 betallion get these fuckers off me
Rule 5 I'm strapped when I re-up
For them alicia keys you get swizz cheesed up
5 thousand grams connect wiped out
Da feds got a check from the whtehouse
[Chorus:]
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate on me
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
[Verse:]
Interscope hated on the t.o.s project
I stll got money jimmy cash ain't no object
I'm drunk homie, that's the patrone talking
In the phantom ghost riding with the doors open
My man a killer he fresh from up north
But switched his swag up to tight clothes and mohawks
You know the streets talk and how the hood do
Follow hood rules and niggaz might kill you
[Repeat]
Blood and crips christian they kids, they blood stains
In the projects it's nuttin but blood stains
Pain, poverty, fear, hate
I use to sell crack sittin on a milk crate
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Stay hater free roll the marijuana
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
We gon pour a little liquor out
For all the gangbangers across the world
Smoke a little dro
For the niggas really reppin this shit
You know, yea, yea
If you gangbang homie, then what's your oath
If you gangbang cause, then who you smoked
If you gangbang nigga, rep your set
Cause I'm a rep my set g-unit
[Repeat]
Record sales lookin bad cause these kids downloading
So I'm out in pa I got the whole town open
My daughters still growin up, coke price going up
My lambo doors are like gang signs (gunshot)
My crip niggaz with me, blood niggaz with me
The g shine niggaz turn they set to g-city
Blood stands for brotherly love overrise opration and destruction, you ain't got the birds then you frontin
Crip is community revolution in progress
My shooters got them rugers them lugers, fif's and llamas
You got love for the kings scream amor la ready
And them ms-13 boys they don't play
Don't get no tear drops without no bodies
I'm in that gtc drop the feds drive by me
[Chorus: x2]
You could be a blood, crip, meito or a king
Muslim, piru, ms-13
Nigga what's your oath, what set you claim
(Out in the street they call it murder)
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck D-Block
[Tony Yayo:]
Put your hands up
Give me that Gin and that Ginka
One false move you get sprayed up
I'm in that Range truck
David got me fuckin' blinged up
Last year I was broke now my weights up
I put that work in
Nigga you not my bretheren
44 Mag when i'm lurkin'
This is murder
Yayo is a clip inserter
I sneak in your crib like a burglar
[Whoo Kid:] BRING IT BACK
(Out in the street they call it murder)
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck D-Block
[Tony Yayo:]
Put your hands up
Give me that Gin and that Ginka
One false move you get sprayed up
I'm in that Range truck
David got me fuckin' blinged up
Last year I was broke now my weights up
I put that work in
Nigga you not my bretheren
44 Mag when i'm lurkin'
This is murder
Yayo is a clip inserter
I sneak in your crib like a burglar
Homie i'm gangsta
Fat Joe that boy is a wanksta
I come to the Bronx and I spank ya
I smoke that Ganja
Rollin' shotgun with Baja
3-5-7 Revolver
(BRING IT BACK)
(Out in the street they call it murder)
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck D-Block
[Tony Yayo:]
Put your hands up
Give me that Gin and that Ginka
One false move you get sprayed up
I'm in that Range truck
David got me fuckin' blinged up
Last year I was broke now my weights up
I put that work in
Nigga you not my bretheren
44 Mag when i'm lurkin'
This is murder
Yayo is a clip inserter
I sneak in your crib like a burglar
Homie i'm gangsta
Fat Joe that boy is a wanksta
I come to the Bronx and I spank ya
I smoke that Ganja
Rollin' shotgun with Baja
3-5-7 Revolver
G Units the clique we ride for the cause
We gettin' money bretheren wheres yours?
We'll kill your ass homeboy you better think
We the ones that took murder out The Inc
[Verse 1:]
Get money, new new name kimmy
500 rims between a legend I'm between many
Hermezz stairs, with a bad bitch
She horny off them oysters feed her disco stick
The ak is like a pogo stick
I put holes in a rat on some popo shit
Us open, polo shit
Don p life hoes get rozay dick
See my roof is invisible my life is great
When I die my kids got millions in my pshycial traits
It's all a race, in a zoo of logical population
Da world is a zoo and these animals is waiting
On the prey, but not me
Kamikaze, pass the judge 19k
[Chorus:]
Put my back against the wall
You know I'm goin pop that
Put my back against the wall
A 100 shooters I'l cock back
With my back against the wall
I never fall under pressure
With my back against the wall
I'm usually duckin detectives
[Verse 2:]
Homocide flash my mug shot
Cause I'm killin every nigga in sight like buck shots
Nigga run up on me think my chin is glass
I bet this 4-10 strap boy I'l spin your ass
Tony yayo is a brand builder
You ever have fillet minjuon dinners in bugatti dealers
I fuck with colombians and mexicans
That play with more keys than alicias hands
My chapol got the bezzle face
Vest with the metal plates
I'm strapped when I wear my jewels
Cause I rap nigga I ain't fooled
I click clack cause my gun game cool
I know some black... stones in LA
Great street niggers crib nigger in a bay
GT... in Chicago
... caught me slipping at...
Bitches love money
Smoking on that chees
Drinking on that honey
Grab bottom
... Luis hit the jazz
All this temptation got me trippin now the devil steps
14... 2 left
... me and... go together like...
... tear drops in your mother tissue
[Chorus:]
If you are a killer put a tattoo on your face
Your color body put a tear drop on your face
You're a gangsta? Put a tattoo on your face
Real riders got tattoos any place
[Repeats]
Move... the serenade the street corner
He is sweet you better have a thing on you
... I hit you with the... from a cop named...
Adolescence... from Taliban
Mt best friend died he tattooed his name on me
A reminisce every time I blow...
She extraordinary wear... I'm in a space ship
Rolls wills cover up I'm about to double up
To triple up watch a pimp get his bitches up
Feel me
Two tear drop that's the double...