Yayo, Tony Filmography

• 2012 BET Hip Hop Awards 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• One Blood 2012, role: actor, character name: Brinks Play in Full Screen
• S.W.A.T.: Firefight 2011, role: actor, character name: Carlos Play in Full Screen
• Morning Glory 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Kiss and Tail: The Hollywood Jumpoff 2009, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Busted: Live 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself - Host Play in Full Screen
• Eminem: The Final Countdown 2005, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• G-Phoria 2005 2005, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 50 Cent: The Massacre - Special Edition 2005, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Game: Documentary 2005, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Shady National Convention 2004, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 50 Cent: The New Breed 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen

Famous quotes by Tony Yayo:

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  I Know You Don't Love Meshow lyrics

  I Know You Don't Love 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

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  Top Notch Gangstas (remix)show lyrics

  Top Notch Gangstas (remix)

  [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

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  Top-notch Gangstashow lyrics

  Top-notch Gangsta

  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

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  Triggashow lyrics

  Trigga

  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

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  Trillvilleshow lyrics

  Trillville

  (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:]

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  Troubleshow lyrics

  Trouble

  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

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  Twist Itshow lyrics

  Twist It

  [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...

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  Twitter Gangstasshow lyrics

  Twitter Gangstas

  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

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  Vestshow lyrics

  Vest

  [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

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  Yay Got That Fireshow lyrics

  Yay Got That Fire

  [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!

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  Tiger Bloodshow lyrics

  Tiger Blood

  [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

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  To The Topshow lyrics

  To The Top

  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

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  100 Bottles

  let's go yayo
  hundred bottles
  let's get it in
  in this mother .. ahs too many greets
  hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  low studios no no this is faith
  4 season on my neck call the clarity
  tell them wait bless so the average nigger hate
  i move five thousand i am offering just a gang is the
  money ain't a ting six figure tricky my ice .. i am on point like lin
  and i ain't trying to hit the .. i am trying to hit shorty in a
  and .. to the chain
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  this is your .. you know how is
  is my birthday i had too many drinks
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  please after measuring old six old swag .. between kicks
  would mean bitch my money is a illuminati
  a sacrifice for some million and a maseratti
  swag .. dot com i let your .. in the club like a vip
  we ain't loving them we ain't loving them
  south side ina trap and a few bitch she .. like a nuclear scientist
  spitting dope in this bitch and we let it show in this bitch
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  is my birthday .. who this is
  is my birthday i had too many drinks
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  is my birthday .. who this is
  is my birthday i had too many drinks
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles
  tell them sent a hundred bottles

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  1 Shotshow lyrics

  1 Shot

  [Young Money:]
  I get the drop 1 shot 1 kill
  I get to slippin and ya cap get peeled
  Blaaat, blaaat I get to slippin I ain't playin with em
  Baat, batt I get to slippin I ain't playin with em
  Blaat, blaat I get to slippin I ain't playin with em
  [Gun shots]
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Thou shall not steal, thou shall repent
  So it's kill or be killed in my enviorment
  I'm in a bent, pushed up
  1 hand is on the wheel the other hand is on your bitch butt
  What, 1 shot, 1 kill, 1 nina
  A sheel case dropped a young boy died a dreamer
  He had hoop dreams till he seen that hoop ride
  That ak went blaat and his ass died
  His momma cried, it just don't make sense
  Homocide like we have no evidence
  Another hood nigga died at a hood event
  No suspects the case is irrelavent
  Nowadays all the little niggas make movies
  Jackie chan shit little homie waved the uzi
  Another black nigga dead a statistic
  The mack 10 split em reachin for his biscuit
  A tisk it a task it, now he in a casket
  Caught him at the rec centre broad day that's it
  [Young Money:]

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  3am Freestyle

  Public enemies
  Shout to em, rest in peace to proof
  Let's go
  Tell room service to clean this bitch up
  Switzerland swishas you know I got my bitches up
  I call my stripper up, cause we ain't speak in weeks
  Now I got her spread eagle all on my bentley sheets
  [Repeat]
  Money don't grow on trees sour do
  So don't make me call my killers to shower you
  Go ahead and take a jab nigga
  I have you layin in a crime lab bag nigga
  Yea hermeez hightops, make your hoes eye pop
  Right out her head, now I'm gettin head
  My dear, you a joke, the lears what I smoke hun
  Rifle snipe a nigga like a deer on the scope yea
  You rap niggaz is irrelavent
  I'm wrapped around 3 tables 10 bottles that's an elephant
  A club body, with a model hottie
  A club touch, just tryna fuck
  Monday call lavender, smoking on lavender
  Tuesday it's purple urkle in the purple challenger
  I just got a new ring like kobe
  But feel like dwight howard walking with the 40
  The mixtape gods, you rappers got the gall
  Since 2.03 praying for our downfall
  I guess the devil wear prada and god wear louie
  Adam and eve may sing girl let's make a movie
  Like cubana lusts, yea hoops I knock that off
  Win for life I'm like a lottery scratch off
  200 e.x nigga drop the hatch off
  200 horse power engine like a track horse
  Yea, talking bout that new phantom nigga
  200 e.x, it's like 200 thousand nigga
  Same price as a bentley my nigga
  I guess they drive it in the recession
  I need 50 to get me 1 of those
  Maybe for christmas
  Have 1 of them sit under the christmas tree
  I would be so happy
  But it's a receesion nigga
  My niggaz gon rob these
  Ha ha ha

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  1000 Degrees

  [Tony Yayo:]
  I said I crush the competition these niggaz is cockaroaches
  In the mornin, it's steak and eggs and moe out my mosses
  I'm focused, the money got me cleaned up
  My passport keep gettin stamped up
  Lifes short I need money for that lam truck
  My kids gotta eat gotta get my grams up
  400, 500 degreez
  I jump in a 600 cut the breeze
  My long I get you shot at hoe
  Shooter by the door, by your peep hole
  You local, I'm universal
  Peru have us smoking on that purple
  My girls, got no morals
  Talkin on that phone bitch still give me oral
  My lifestyles cash nigga
  The streets of ny time fly fast nigga
  But I won't let it get to me
  You know the money, the hoes and the jewellery
  [La The Darkman:]
  Men of armed forces guard my fortrice
  Murder to protect my bein at any costs
  Nigga I'm a winner I don't take no losses
  0 10 ferrari 400 horses
  Doin 140 whip like flying saucers
  Came to get more green than golf courses
  Nigga I'm major, I 12 gauge ya
  For rappers with I'll, despicable behavior
  Either respect my laws as a don
  Or clash like auto bots verse the septicon
  You bein warned, pussy know the deal
  I fuck with my nigga yayo cause he kill
  Fuck with the nigga 50 cause he real
  It's like I coulda bein the unit how I feel
  A monster relentless, a mobsters apprentice
  A criminal, I'm a get a maid off sentence
  Hustle, in the trenches, avoid willy lenchers
  But I'm big willy when I'm playin with them bitches
  2 in 3 benzs grace the drive
  Maybach 62 or s65, ar 15
  I copped an '05
  Throw a nigga off a roof cause he think that he fly
  That's a lie,
  [Chorus x2: La The Darkman]
  Nigga I'm high
  A 1000 degreez, a face in my lap, them hoes on they knees
  In the back of the back gettin high countin cheese

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  50 For President

  [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!

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  410 Revolvershow lyrics

  410 Revolver

  Still in the beats you can see a seed soda
  Navy blue lavins match the rims on the rover
  Too much traffic in rap, I ride the shoulder
  Rap likes to blow man colder
  Still waiting on that f800 benz
  Keep it 100 f havin friends, I'm bout making ends
  Chinchilla in storage I keep it cool
  It's cold like my bitch, she make em drool
  A million deaths to a pigeons stool
  My shoes gas like hesh when a nigga move, fool
  Casket sharp, fresh to death
  Filth rich give me the loot, big and meth
  Slip her outta lapearla hit it to the mornin
  All the clicko got a nigga hurling
  She gotta fat ass, with some nice extensions
  A gold digger tryna mass her intentions
  Tryna mass them intentions baby
  Kill or be killed
  Gpg 4
  Got nuttin to prove to y'all niggaz man
  Knawimsayin
  I email for 3 thosuand dollars for madonna paper

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  Addicted Moving Bricks

  You got swag you got style
  Bicth look out this cost thous
  Take my work out of town
  Flip this don't tell no one else
  Move by yourself
  Girl here take these pounds
  Baby put it in your sweater
  It started off with the trips
  Now we outta town moving bricks
  [Repeat]
  The coke and the dope could flip
  Is my addiction, addiction
  It started off with the trips
  Now we outta town moving bricks
  The coke and the dope could flip
  Is my addiction, addiction
  All the fiends say
  [Break x2: woman singing]
  I'm addicted to you
  I'm addicted to you
  I'm addicted to you
  Your my addiction
  When the coke came off omeraaaaa
  And popping stacks of ecstacyyyyyy
  And it could not be no clearerrrrrrr
  That she leaving the club with meeee
  I just hope that you notice
  The rims on the lotus
  Are low to the ground
  Listen, baby I glisten
  Look at my wrist and
  I stay with the pound
  So your ass I'l get splattered
  [Chorus: x2]
  It started off with the chips
  No we outta town moving bricks
  The coke and the dope could flip
  Is my addiction, addiction
  Now all the fiends saying
  [Break x2]
  I gotta super sour diesel and them xanax pills
  I got cocaine, meth and them hoes in heels
  I do it all baby, but never outshine your master
  Matter fact don't outshine a buck cause I'm blasting ya
  Drought in the streets trap boys crying broke
  So every weekend a trap boy gettin smoked
  Niggaz pray and hope for good dope
  But get bad batches and cocaine come in a wet package
  That's no good mayne

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  718 To 305

  [Tony Yayo:]
  I gotta swine flu pop the bitch with corn rows
  4-10 revolver shotgun shell for my foes
  Aeroplane dubai, 19 thousand
  And that's for with rubber strap without no diamonds
  Stick up kids they ain't on that, on that
  Middle of recession nigga flaunt that, flaunt that
  I'm a wolf, you not, I'm a pop, you down
  I'm riding with my semi cocked
  Pull up in the parking lot
  Send my teen wolf at em michael j. fox
  Sak passe jolly green, sak passe makazo
  My bullet on me you know I let them hammers go
  I'm in the 3 0 I can't forget the 5
  134 for the block that's the southside
  The ak hit em, his life is distrimental
  It popped em up, chopped em up like a fucking ginsu
  [Chorus x2: Louie Castro]
  We reppin for the 305 to the 718
  If you didn't know we run it then niggaz you's late
  All my g's come stand up put the pistols eye on
  Soldiers in here yea we ride till we die
  [Jolly Green:]
  I gotta west style flow, gucci shells in the fo
  Louis vatton chopper and a chevy on the floor
  Cardiar watch no diamonds on display
  Opel and pearl glock matchin bezzel on the face
  And you haters you can fold down, fall back
  Zoe pound g-unit what you call that
  You better stay in do, you better stay low
  I fuck with sha money, 50 cent and yayo
  Infiltrating the truest
  Penetrateing them through ya
  Bullet holes in medulas
  When them bullets maneuver
  Jamaica southside, connect with 305
  I follow protocall die heres a suicide
  I'm reppin makazo, who evers in the way
  That means ya gotta go, I gots ta seal your fate
  I'm an added addition, better version of buck
  I assume the position, all you niggaz is fucked

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  Life Styles Of The Rich And Famous

  ("DJ Whoo Kid on Hot97! ")
  [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
  Porsches, sand beaches...
  Fly homes, {REST IN PEACE...}? style...
  You're feelin what the motherfuckin' life's right here!? {PAPA BANKS!}
  Haha! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
  [Chorus:]
  It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
  On the road to riches so these niggaz is haters! {TONY YAYO!}
  Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators {G-UNIT RADIO...}
  We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {23!}
  It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
  On the road to riches so these niggaz is haters! {ALL CRAZY!}
  Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators
  We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {NON STOP!}
  [Verse:]
  I went from broke to jail to TRL
  Now it's - boats an' sail and new CL's
  Alota shit changed since my ends got bigga,
  White folks lookin like: - "Who dat nigga? " ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
  In a Bentley - Benz bulletproof or a oldschool
  Same kid dropped out - and I said: "Fuck school! "
  I used to be - local! - Now I'm universal!
  Can't trust niggaz, so I keep a small circle. {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
  Over small changes theese niggaz might murk you (ooh!)
  Sellin' wet weight, - theese niggaz might jerk you!
  My condo in Bayside - overlook Queens
  Y'all wanna-be me cause I'm livin' my dreams. [gunshot] YEAH!
  [Chorus:]
  It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
  On the road to riches so theese niggaz is haters!
  Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators
  We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters!
  It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous {CAN'T FORGET...}
  On the road to riches so theese niggaz is haters! {DJ DRAMA!}
  Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators {KICK YA HEAD UP!}
  We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {YAYO! ALL STAR WEEKEND... WE THERE!}
  [Outro: Snoop from "The Wire"]
  [Snoop:] FUCK P.O. VALSH! [beat stops]
  [Yayo:] YEAH!
  [Snoop:]
  Yeah! Fuck him! Yakno'Imean? My man is off, ya hear me?
  So you can suck his dick, and suck my fake-dick, holla at me! Whattup?
  [Yayo:] We smokin' and jokin' and totin', nigga!
  [Snoop:] Yeah!
  [Whoo Kid:] Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

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  Lights, Camera, Actionshow lyrics

  Lights, Camera, Action

  [Chorus:]
  Lights camera action
  We can make a movie
  Take 187 start shooting
  Lights camera action
  Even to our own...
  Break time nigger...
  Lights camera action
  Let's hear another shot
  In the plot niggers getting shot
  Lights camera action
  We are out here shooting
  So nigger don't get caught in the...
  The 4 door... looking like a bottler...
  ... bad... bitches like they're on parol
  On that bullshit like...
  ... turn your head in the sloppy...
  When I pull... out
  We can rock and roll
  Keep it moving like...
  Stop wearing dress shoes we can't afford
  Got the... full of jewels bitches
  ... bullet with a gun get rid of...
  Bullet proof doors got a nigger...
  Already rich? Nigger...
  [Chorus]
  Clips are death
  ... another editor
  ... take your frame out, put your...
  When I'll cut your...
  I won't need a coordinator
  Black diamonds like the...
  Sex scenes after doing make –up
  Wake up with a model bitch lying next to me
  I leave a movie every day
  I need a documentary
  On a set with a... shooter...
  But we ain't playing paintball
  My chain is looking like the light...
  ... ready to shoot the next scene, we're packing

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  Line On Em

  [Scarchild:]
  Ay man
  Ay you beat em niggaz over there dawg
  Ay man I told yay I'd never flip on em niggaz man
  Ay man I be starin them izzards dawg
  Word I'm a line em
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  The kids unwhackable you can't line me
  The kids untouchable you can't line me
  Try to set me up, wet me up, try to kill me
  But I'm a line you before you line me
  I got the line on em
  She got the line on em
  He got the line on em
  (Homicide line em up)
  He got the nine on em
  I got the nine on em
  I got the line on me
  (Homicide line em up)
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Ya wanna line me up, swiss cheese my vest
  Till I bring it to your door like I work for fed ex
  I'm in a red lex, blue sweats, 2 men, 2 vest
  High off the sampson gettin munchies from the projects
  Monkey see, monkey do, red monkey hold the tools
  Serve fiends dog food, don't make the wrong move
  Now that I'm rich model chicks on my dick
  Holy camoly, I nut and canoly on your lip
  Your p.d.r's, professional dick riders
  C.p.r, cause the hecklar I'l spit fire
  I'm addicted to cars, se and fo fo's
  I ride for the cause I live like an outlaw
  [Chorus]
  [Scarchild:]
  Shoot em in his head get em gone get em dead
  Man that nigga nervous he was talking to the fed
  Cut the conversation if it ain't about bread
  I got the line on em you heard what my nigga yay said
  Shots fired yellow tape murder murder kill
  Funeral arrangements, hospital bills
  Ak 47 woodstock, blue steel, black talons, red beam
  1 shot, 2 kills
  Beamers, benzs, bentleys, bugattis before the deal
  When don't ride nuttin that's less than a quarter mill
  Vvs all over my body give me the chills
  Where them fuck boys over there hating giving me reals
  Deals, is what them niggaz say to me
  But they don't fuck around, cause they know I keep the k with me
  24-7 a got it everyday with me
  Niggaz tryna line your baby up momma pray for me

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  Little Shop Of Horror

  Chorus:
  It's the murder... kill
  One lady said an hour ago nigger if we're doing it for the real,
  We stay... the devil at your front door!
  Trim, we protect from your...
  To stay hard core homicide.
  Stay on track to violence,
  I know my nigger is ready to...
  One lady said an hour ago... to a nigger getting killed!
  Welcome to my little... make trees go timber?
  Expendables start...
  I kill a sheep and the shepherd, I'm a wolf slayer!
  I'm... fuck boys...
  And make the... on this... look dead!
  I make a movie like an actor with...
  That good kid... provisions like some good...
  I take a nigger head off, like a hot mascot
  Growing some apricot, cutting...
  My... game... crib looking like camelot,
  Chorus:
  It's the murder... kill
  One lady said an hour ago nigger if we're doing it for the real,
  We stay... the devil at your front door!
  Trim, we protect from your...
  To stay hard core homicide.
  Stay on track to violence,
  I know my nigger is ready to...
  One lady said an hour ago... to a nigger getting killed!
  Nigger getting killed!
  ... I'm the best!
  ... mother fucker I'm the...
  Real blood stain... like princeton...
  Nigger, I'm on the ground like an old stripper,
  Ain't no room full of virgins and fat niggers!
  I'm with the...
  My niggers go...
  Big monsters, psychos, flood the toilets, don't shit on the seat... !
  Blow drown, no...
  But a fat white bitch is on the couch...
  ... niggers in new york living,
  Frail little niggers got guns from the kitchen
  My homies left behind always feel worse,
  I press 3 and... the call!
  Chorus:
  It's the murder... kill
  One lady said an hour ago nigger if we're doing it for the real,
  We stay... the devil at your front door!
  Trim, we protect from your...
  To stay hard core homicide.
  Stay on track to violence,
  I know my nigger is ready to...

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  Make Da Trap Say Ayeshow lyrics

  Make Da Trap Say Aye

  Ayy ayy ayy ok ok juicy gucci juicy gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi, ayy ayy ayy ok ok ok ayy ayy so icey entertainment
  [Over intro: Tony Yayo]
  Yea, half a brick, yeaaaa
  G-unit
  Ayyy, ayyy, okkk, ayyyy
  Yea, g-unit
  [Chorus: x2]
  Quarter Brick, half a brick,
  Whole brick (Aaay!)
  Quarter pound, half a pound,
  Whole pound (Okay!)
  100 pillz, 1000 pillz, servin major
  Weight
  JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Quarter brick, half a brick, whole key and yay
  Got me in that louie, gucci and that hermeez
  200 thousand that's 3 bricks a day
  170 real cats the other 30's like flake
  I'm an og in the a, looking fresh to death
  I gotta thousand e pills and that crystal meth
  I got that rose breath, I got them dior feet
  And we lookin like money on bolter cresh street
  Yeaaaaaa
  [Chorus x2]
  [OJ Da Juiceman:]
  I'm boomin I'm buggin I'm termin all the
  Baites
  Rap game ezy but da dope game gravy
  Young juice man and my life is the
  Japerz
  With stupid fruity crazy swag jumpin in
  Yo lader
  Banana donk chevy interior like the
  Lakers
  Lebron james wrist when I'm fuckin with
  Yaper
  Hit the trap, stay down watch the paper
  Wake up
  Boomin out da house and J askin for a
  Waiter
  Half a brick whole brick got me buyin jacob
  Worried still walking in a head of a gator
  Half a brick whole brick got me buyin jacob
  Worried still walking in a head of a gator
  [Chorus x2]
  [Gucci Mane:]
  I'm twerkin birds in so we workin
  Packin a truck stop to train a back in
  We big flip jug we tote it off the
  Forklift
  The way my plug kick ya think he
  Had a black belt
  My scale so big big boy can weight
  It's damn self
  2000 pounds of mid I sold dat shit my
  Damn self
  Washer full of cash dryer full of X
  Pillz
  Red rag in my pocket same color my
  Vette is
  My number lower than a ese from texas a
  Quarter mil in da mail is an investment
  A sniper rifle like a soldier in the
  Desert
  A eagle on me boy I'm known to tote a
  Desert
  I sack a ounce up before I sold a
  Record
  He won't a brick I told him meet me by
  The checkers
  I sack a pound up before I sold a
  Record
  He want a bet I told him meet me by
  The checkers
  [Chorus x2]
  [OJ Da Juiceman:]
  Young juice man God dammit I'm the shit
  Boomin on the chain working with 50 bricks
  1000 pound bail tryna make a mega grill
  Posted on the cresh with that 4.5 on my hip
  34, 34 tuck behind my heel
  Tell 60 dawg with that extra limb
  502 dark dawg with thate extra kid
  I got that stupid bank cause I got that stupid wheel
  [Chorus x2]
  Ayy ayy ayy ok
  Damn damn say say
  Dam damn damn juice juice

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  Make Me A Billionshow lyrics

  Make Me A Billion

  All the way from the uk
  Beat butcher, strike on the boards
  Be strike light up, we back at it again
  Og kush nigga
  [Chorus:]
  Now tell me what's the street value of that coke
  Now tell me what's the street value of that dope
  2 tons is a billion
  Make me a billion
  [Verse 1:]
  You a leech, a worm that feeds off my blood
  I fed all these broke niggaz now where the love
  Dreesed up in my tom ford opera slipper
  Cops want my 10 fingers on they back finder
  The shit drop anchor, here come a big flip
  Movie, a martin schozazy flick
  Yup, I'm all over mc's
  They got the gall to offend me
  Maroon bentley, the face cut up
  That's the 2-11 coupe the vents in the front
  Bullets hit you you'll be shakin like a bobble head
  Amazona piranhas biting at your leg
  Spongebob colored mazi, with the squidward seats
  Rappers need photo hops I got work in these streets
  I'm hort, like black flight jackets in the winter
  Spit the gemstar out turn your face to dinner
  [Chorus x2]
  [Verse 2:]
  Ya wanna rumble with yay, haaa
  Shit on the whole industry
  4-10's a 44 on steriods
  A.t.f coming we dumpin on them fed boys
  A 16 of happiness and pain nigga
  I'm never on the ashy shit again nigga
  I play the centre field like willy maze
  In the trenches reminiscin on them better days
  Heavy chain pandora links
  Got ya chick out of boosty fat ass that pussy pink
  2 8 balls in my nike socks
  Quarter million in my nike box fuck the cops

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  Me Against The Worldshow lyrics

  Me Against The World

  Yea, uh, yeaaaaa
  [Chorus:]
  It's just me against the world bitch
  Me against the world
  It's just me against the world bitch
  Me against the world
  Uh, yea
  It's just me against the world bitch
  It's just me against the world
  [Verse:]
  Man die he in t-shirt
  Baby born doctor playing with the after birth
  Larry davis with a fo fo
  Master kush in the aire let the stress go
  I need a pardon from the president, john fortay
  Fuck payin taxes I got work all day
  I hard head make it soft fast
  Cause momma told em leave the streets alone
  The next day he got blast
  Recession, but the liquor store making money
  Praying for them rainy days, to turn em sunny
  Everyday is a struggle in the rotten apple
  I chase the pain away ciroc mied with pineapple
  Hoodrats yellin scrappin over facebook
  Bitch got her face sliced permanent face lift
  And that's life in the ghetto, everybody I know
  Trying to get they ass out the ghetto

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  Mike Epps Introshow lyrics

  Mike Epps Intro

  [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!

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  Mike Tyson Introshow lyrics

  Mike Tyson Intro

  [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!

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  Mo Money Mo Problemsshow lyrics

  Mo Money Mo Problems

  [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

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  Never Lieshow lyrics

  Never Lie

  El chapo
  Huh, but I'm back man
  It's the unit, yayo
  I am the streets y'all niggas know what it is
  Keep sleeping on the under dog
  Yeaa
  [Verse 1:]
  Wiz said that his checks look like phone numbers
  Well my checks look like overseas phone numbers
  Throw a bitch out the hummer like hoochie
  It's really a uzi cause jack boys feeling loopy
  On my grind like jamaicans with that arizona
  European whip, amsterdam aroma
  My short term goals is a vicky model
  My long terms 1's swiss acount with zero's
  Bad meter, the bitch bad
  Similiar to vida guerrero and that chilli peper peta ass
  2 11 jag aqua color
  Roll that aqua man up ducking undercovers
  [Chorus: x2]
  I swear I'm never lieng on my dead niggas
  I just fucked 2 hoe's off twitter
  Stack chips, stack figures
  I never lie on my kids or my niggas
  [Verse 2:]
  Free remy, free boozie, free t.I
  P home he did 3 4 dilly
  Gun laws change, 3 years of top
  Now they tryin to give you 4 for the stashbox
  I'm like tiger woods
  I've got 5 birdies, 1 eagle, 2 boogies
  That's that golfer talk
  I got them dope fiends nodding off
  I do donuts in the porsche when I'm slidding off
  Cartier buckle, cartier glasses
  I got a blackberry that's full of asses
  I slide in a blackberry milasis
  Roll the cherry pie now I'm high like nasa

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  Neva Gonna Changeshow lyrics

  Neva Gonna Change

  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

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  Niggaz All Dayshow lyrics

  Niggaz All Day

  [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 kelipad, 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 n.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 starp 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)
  [Papoose:]
  I got carpet on my floors, paintings on my walls
  A living room mantlepiece full of awards
  You on camera when you walking through my halls
  You gotta puch in a code to open of my doors
  Money from every country in my dresser drawer
  I brought it back home off tour
  You stay braggin bought having sex with a chick
  But that's how you can tell he a snitch
  He even tell on his dick
  Quick to air out your whip, I blow out every tyre
  Cut the cord of a snitch I'm clippin every wire
  Bag a gun on my homie if I see he a liar
  You my friend, since we friendly let's call it friendly fire

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  Niggas Bleedshow lyrics

  Niggas Bleed

  [Intro:]
  Uh...
  Yeah!
  Uh...
  Yeah!
  Uh...
  John Dillinger shit.
  [Verse:]
  Niggas in the hood wanna see my cars on flat beds ('ey, man!)
  It's a recession, sellin' that crack dead! (YEAH!)
  Niggas sellin' super sour and bionic blue, [sniff]
  And got Superman powers when them straps new. (sh-sh!)
  New Corvette lookin' like a Transformer (BROOOM!)
  No seatbelt; screamin' on my damn lawyer. (FUCK YOU!)
  Damn, I'm knee deep in the projects, (projects)
  And Hollywood ain't acceptin' no nigga from the projects! [rewind]
  [Intro:]
  Uh...
  Yeah!
  Uh...
  Yeah!
  Uh...
  John Dillinger shit.
  [Verse:]
  Niggas in the hood wanna see my cars on flat beds ('ey, man!)
  It's a recession, sellin' that crack dead! (YEAH!)
  Niggas sellin' super sour and bionic blue, [sniff]
  And got Superman powers when them straps new. (sh-sh!)
  New Corvette lookin' like a Transformer (BROOOM!)
  No seatbelt; screamin' on my damn lawyer. (FUCK YOU!)
  Damn, I'm knee deep in the projects, (projects)
  And Hollywood ain't acceptin' no nigga from the projects!
  Gucci bandana, (uh-huh!)
  And Feds wanna target my combos with their antennas! (FUCK Y'ALL!)
  Headshot to the [?], my man got banged up (stop that!)
  From a lil' nigga that he smacked up in grade school. (you a pussy nigga!)
  On the mall, on the arm without no diamonds
  My jeans 800 with the carriage horse on it. (I ain't lyin'!)
  I'm in combo with Joey in Bed-Stuy
  Twitter that "L-O-L", holla back EastSide! (sh-sh!)
  I cook cocaine like Sue-flay an'
  I break a brick with my head like a sensei. (HIIYAAAHHH!)
  You a half-a-million Moissanites. (ha!)
  Put a diamond-tester on that, all you see is red lights. (damn!)
  I got it back, bought it back from the BX
  My crib bitch from Flatbush, she rep' the [?].
  Gang shit gettin' worse on the streets
  Niggas cold blooded, shoot-up, you hurts on the streets. (BLAAAAAT!)
  [Outro:]
  Like us!
  Yeah!
  Niggas bleed just like us...
  Niggas bleed just like us,
  Picture me bein' scared of a rapper at the same awards as me.
  Hahahh!
  Rest In Peace to B.I.G.!

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  Murda Wasshow lyrics

  Murda Was

  Clearing my throat on this one
  Yea swine flu 2, pandemic
  Yea, uh, yea, uh
  Cops wanna toe tag me and black bag me
  Like sean bell and that was planned
  But wanna toe tag me and black bag line me in the tele like max b did
  From the cradle to the grave put a bag on your dick
  Get a new chain get it mad to mad shiit
  Wake up read the ny bladda
  3 dead in the bronx, and queens just got all shot up
  And my beefcake niggaz is crazy
  Take a nigga chain and they know it's fougasey
  4-10 revolver, shotgun shells I'l break your dame up
  I run up on a nigga like a spider hyenna
  You know I gotta iron heart, load up the swammie
  Take the strap apart ready for the lion par
  Superman camaro, that cost 30 nigga
  Candy paint that bitch like a dirty dirty nigga
  Big gun like o dog
  And I'm high as a kite looking out my tom fords
  It's yayo nigga, I get money like a mayo nigga
  South of france these models wanna lay a nigga
  Coke game, dope game I hit all angles
  You missing, like that plane in the bermuda triangle
  My peruvian, jailhouse doctor
  Took a bullet out my partner got hit with the monblocka
  Big homie that's the uzi
  Niggaz look at my jewellery I make a big movie
  Rated r shit
  Ya knah mean everybody die
  Murda was the case that they gave me
  Yea nigga
  Spider niggaz on the west side
  Y'all niggaz from the dirty d, detroit
  Cincinatti down, ny, all over nigga
  Murda was the case that they gave me

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  Mr. 3000show lyrics

  Mr. 3000

  Mr. 3000
  It's mr. 3000
  Yea, yea, yea
  Popping on the highway
  Share courses with those that didn't make it
  My eyes all faded
  Grim reaper when I'm waving the tec
  I'l leave you deeper than the national debt
  Yea, yea, cleeko and rose till our guts explode
  Cuban cigars, spanish villa, baddest hoe
  Yea, call me mr. 3000
  My weed, a pretty hairstyle on pradlan
  Slip past the border and shoot a custom agent
  Tendo behind me so my trunk is fragrant
  Uh, gettin money is my occupation
  Try to stop me, board game operation
  My crazy nigerians I'l lay you down
  Chopper hit a chopper black hawk down
  See my mind is like a crime encyclopedia
  It's hard to make it to heaven the devil keep g'ing ya
  And if these labels ain't seeing ya
  The dope is in the boyarife you splurge when we reing up
  Pretty bitch and she tripping off the papa smurfs
  Pop 2 in the coupe she lifting up her skirt
  I put ya dick in the dirt she ain't fuck machina
  44 raging bull, robert deniro
  Loyalty over greed hoe niggaz die slow
  Yo michael told me I don't ever trust a frito
  4-10 with the tayo
  It's like saving private ryan in my hood bro
  Yaaa, 100 bottles it look like god coming
  Highway to heaven when the work come in
  Koneba, tony in that hot tub
  I ice turn her to bonita in this dope cause
  Connect on the phone he say hello
  I need a tan of pale yellow
  That really mean he got that tan and that yellow
  Sugar hill shit rob melo
  10 bricks right off a furlow
  Blunt ashes of rozay,
  Marc jacobs all white girls from norway, foreplay
  3 wheels on a caddy
  Bad bitch on her back her ass like damn
  And, fuck a connect I need a coke farmer
  And a man made submarine underwater
  I told y'all niggaz man

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  My Buddyshow lyrics

  My Buddy

  (Chours)
  my buddy
  my buddy
  where ever I go, he go
  my buddy
  my buddy
  you can run for your life, i'm gonna stick him out the window
  my buddy
  my buddy
  I'll lay yo ass out, mutha fucka its simple
  Stay in yo place
  I recommend
  Or say hello to my little friend
  (Lloyd Banks)
  Everwhere I go, I gotta tag along
  Cuz my buzz gettin strong and they mad I'm on
  He ride with me when I pass the mall
  He wait for me on the bench when I run and get my basketball
  One squeeze will make a bastard fall,gasp and crawl
  You need a bullet proof vest, mask and all
  You gotta bring yo buddy when its time to roam
  Cuz I got hit, last time I left mine at home
  My hand bling from the platium,the shine is chromey
  He even got closet space inside my home
  He ain't never been broke, he glitchless
  He's so alive boo, I bought him a rubber coat for christmas
  Infer red beem and a scope for distance
  He the best company,when approching business
  He gon' ride wit me til the end
  We all gotta friend
  And mine is a G-U-N
  (Chours)
  (50 Cent)
  Yeah!
  My buddy got a temper, he dying to pop off
  Last time he did the cops had the block all blocked off
  I take him to hustle stash him in the trash can
  My fingertips soak for 4 hours,I bag grams
  Your destinations hell or heaven
  Cuz I only bring him out for that 187
  He don't have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells
  He get it poppin in the hood so his name ring bells
  Miss Jones stay on the third floor, she call the cops on me
  They came, I ran, I had to toss my envelope homey
  Niggas no I got no friends so they stay in they place kid
  I stay screeming on niggas and beat up bass heads
  These niggas ain't down they just like to pretend
  Keep fuckin around they gonna say hello to my little friend
  (Chours)
  (Young Buck)
  We been through it all,yeah, we both still livin
  We been in a box but we both still spitin
  And when it was peace you played your position
  Got under the seat til we spotted our victim
  They wouldn't listen til they heard you go off
  Remember it was broad day light in the middle of New York
  And little did they know we was ready for war
  Bet that nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door
  See whenever you come out something happen on the block
  You the reason the nigga stopped rappin like Pac
  People see you and run and you ain't even say shit
  They just know you ain't nuttin to play wit
  You stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
  When the first one get out the next one go
  To know where you headed you gotta know where you been
  My glock stay wit me we friends til the end

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  Murdershow lyrics

  Murder

  You ready cause I'm in the zone man
  H boy shit
  2010
  Drive by with heckler jump out, dump 3
  I get a bloodrush adrenaline junkie
  The sour hands got more color than punkie
  Brooster my 2 bitch nigga eat a seed and oover
  Canuver watch how you manuever
  Anybody in the streets I'l try to shoot ya
  I said I'm layin in your house in all black behind tints
  Tryin to stretch you out on your lawn ornaments
  Till dusk till dawn, when beef is on
  No rules white sheets your moms
  Nigga
  What is it
  Nothing but
  Yea gpg nigga
  Ha ha ha ha
  King of new york, nah I'm the sidekick
  Jimmy jumped with that fucking fat head on the hydrant
  Now take these fucking flowers for you witnesses
  Mo money, mo power, more privelges
  Baby moms cryin, singing trey songz shit
  Black roses we strap boulders
  And why you even tryna scrap when the gats on us
  I'm watching every nigga round my paramater
  I got the shotgun shells in the dillinger
  I put 1 to your eye I'l finish ya
  You know what it is nigga
  You been warned
  Kick the door in
  Lay you on the floor you know the routine

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  Mr 12 12 58show lyrics

  Mr 12 12 58

  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

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  Money 2 Burnshow lyrics

  Money 2 Burn

  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
  Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
  Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
  Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
  Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
  Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
  Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
  Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
  [Tony Yayo:]
  2 vanilla dutches, the uzi lit
  Sour dour lookin like an oreo sticker
  I'm with my oreo bitch
  She black but she white on the inside
  Phantom ghost black, white on the inside
  Uniteds got a 300 sparta flow
  Amsterdam bungalow blow hawaiian snow
  The moon is my harsh mistress
  Purple stash, european bitches, on the road to riches
  Like cuzzi in his prime, it's a movie when I shine
  Eating chen chens, groupie in the 9
  I burn the l models like the phillies
  In atl up in wet willies
  [Chorus]
  [Curren$y:]
  Yea, coming up slamming chevrolet doors
  Champagne bottles open up when the deals been closed
  Bitches outta pocket tryna get into mine
  Only got 1 thing for her in these levis
  He high, yea pru what's new
  Ain't nuttin but this crate mona and this box 82
  Tryna lace these squares with the gamecube
  Paint wetter than ever but won't select to make it rain fool
  Throwin money on a stripper
  I rather throw my money at the smoke man homeboy deliver
  With a yella tag on my weed bag that's the best buy
  Gggggg jet life
  [Chorus]
  [P-Reala:]
  Yo money to burn
  So imagine that a curfew boy is smoking outta ducthes
  Yea I had to make the birdy noise
  A bunch of bad bitches rozay and loud kush
  Presidential suites ain't service air out wood
  My foreign bitch got hell stacks
  Keep my pants off like they on cell crack
  Car half a mill that's before the sales tax
  Gotta bag full of bills and no it ain't a mail sack
  I'm rich hoe, this is how the shit go
  Heavyweight overseas call her bricks klitscho
  We all about the green like the oakland a's
  Were burning paper in the club like we smoking j's

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  Obama Wins Presidencyshow lyrics

  Obama Wins Presidency

  [Ovation]
  [Applausing]
  [Screaming]
  [Barack Obama:]
  4 years ago... I stood before you and told you my story...
  Of the brief union... between a young man from Kenya...
  And a young woman from Kansas, who weren't well-off... or well-known,..
  But shared a belief that in America, their son...
  Could achieve whatever he put his mind to!
  It is that promise... that's always set this country apart.
  That through hard work and sacrifice... each of US...
  Can pursue our individual dreams, but...
  Still come together as one American family...
  To ensure that the next generation!
  Can pursue their dreams, as well.
  That's why I stand here tonight!
  Because for four-hundred-and-thirty-two years...
  At each moment when that promise was in jeopardy... ordinary men and women:
  Students and soldiers, farmers and teachers, nurses... and janitors...
  Found the courage... to keep it alive!
  We meet at one of those defining moments.
  A moment when our nation is at war... OUR... economy is in turmoil, and the American promise...
  Has been threatened once more!
  Tonight, more Americans are out of work...
  And more are working harder for less!
  More of you have lost your homes...
  And even more... are watching... your home values plummet!
  More of you have cars you can't afford to drive,..
  Credit cards, bills you can't afford to pay, and... tuition that's beyond your reach!
  These challenges are not all of government's making!
  But the failure to respond...
  Is a DIRECT RESULT of a broken politics in Washington...

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  Real Talk Of Nyshow lyrics

  Real Talk Of Ny

  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
  Maybach
  Hat Turned Back
  Regard My Swagger
  Kid I Ain't Your Average Rapper
  I Got It Cheap In Ny My Dope Wholesale
  My Block Like Bor-Bor With Two Hotels
  My Advance Ain't Nothin' But A Real Fast Flip
  Of That Hard White Lady In That Clear Glass Dick
  My Lifes The Shit
  [Whoo Kid:] Bring It Back
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Yeah Its The Talk Of New York
  The Real Talk Of New York
  (Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is)
  Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is Man
  Fall The Fuck Back
  Its My Time To Shine
  Its My Summer Nigga
  Yeah
  Yeah
  Yeah
  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
  I Got The Feds On My Ass
  Stayed On My Back
  Ankle Braclet Po Know Where I'm At
  Go Black
  Maybach
  Hat Turned Back
  Regard My Swagger
  Kid I Ain't Your Average Rapper
  I Got It Cheap In Ny My Dope Wholesale
  My Block Like Bor-Bor With Two Hotels
  My Advance Ain't Nothin' But A Real Fast Flip
  Of That Hard White Lady In That Clear Glass Dick
  My Lifes The Shit
  But I'm Takin' Drastic Measures
  Gettin' Money Like A Huslter In Raggen Era
  Red Carrera
  My Stash Box Holdin' My Weapon
  My Mink On
  My Room Like A Pet Farm
  My Vest On
  Level 4 Teflon
  Ridin' With A Model Bitch Straight Out Of Revlon
  Gangsta Nigga, So Go For Yours
  I Put My Knife In Your Neck To Your Vocal Cords
  Said My Neck, My Wrist, My Ears So Cold
  Around A Half A Mill When I Report To Parole Nigga
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  They Ain't Gangsta They Just Pussy
  Watch The Cheese That Yayo Make
  Flash My Heat Up
  Flash My Knife Up
  Flash That Nine Right In Your Face
  Fuck The Feds Fuck The Ds They Watch The Moves That I Make
  Keep On Writin'
  Ya'll Excitin'

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  Really Dont Careshow lyrics

  Really Dont Care

  Ay yo, ay yo
  The differnece between me and you man
  You re up with the weed man, I re up with the weed grower
  Jump in the green rover
  Staright to the g4, with a bad senorita
  Your hoe look like egor
  Records ain't selling it's back to the crime route
  Fiends sniffin off my cd like winehouse
  Twin 40 cals homie, you can call em og's
  Get me mad you see my twins like brad and jolie
  Listen it's the talk of new york no gimmicks
  Shots let off niggaz run off like jamaicans in the olympics
  Rozay, patron, I'm drunk every week
  Take moommy to the condy lay her on cavalli sheets
  I got hermeez seats in a european model
  That tell the ground speed and the distance it travel
  Jet engine v12 shit, my melt shit
  I send ya dick to your baby momma
  I send ya head to your momma
  I send ya heart to your father
  The other body parts in the harbour
  Fuck forensics, obtuary in black
  1 hair on my chin can give me 50 flat, fuck that
  I was hot when I came out my pops nutsack
  Now I'm layin in the lear
  With a model with a ass like a deer
  And I'm higher than a mountaineer
  They see us and they stop and stare
  They see y'all and they really don't care, really don't care
  I blow my weed in the air
  And they really don't care, really don't care

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  OJ Gloves (ft. Maino)show lyrics

  OJ Gloves (ft. Maino)

  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**

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  Move (ft. 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd)show lyrics

  Move (ft. 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd)

  Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
  Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
  Nigga move when the chopper spray
  'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
  Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
  Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
  Nigga move when the chopper spray
  'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
  Nigga when I say move
  Empires, cash cows revenues
  Bugatti, one stripe like Pepe Le Pew
  I go to church and I kneel on the pew
  And ask God for forgiveness when the mobs come through
  I hit the club and throw my set up, they never miss
  From my toes to my neck up foes wanna check us
  Tint bottles and VIP, two models and it's all on me, yeah
  We move like hyenas on death fetus
  You get victimized tryina throw the dick, be
  Switch to foreign cars, junk in the hoopty
  'Cause last week niggas tried to shoot me
  Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
  Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
  Nigga move when the chopper spray
  'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
  Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
  Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
  Nigga move when the chopper spray
  'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
  Nigga when I say move
  You know I'm hood so I stay with the retched
  Got an itchy trigger finger, don't make me scratch it
  Yeah, I run the game, watch them niggas go and blast it
  Be a home runner, a duck like Daffy
  No lights, no cameras, all action
  No bags, no luggage, but we packing
  Your life, your air, gonna grasp it
  Too late, tore your face, goes casket
  Notice, get it tested, drum under the cake like a picnic basket
  Turn wives to widows, sons to bastards, we call that ' magic
  Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
  Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
  Nigga move when the chopper spray
  'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
  Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
  Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
  Nigga move when the chopper spray
  'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
  Nigga when I say move
  Never under pressure, in a turmoil
  Rushing mob, extort heads, pressing for they oil
  I spray rockets out my space craft
  They hit you blindside, homie holding this
  The lil' homie shooting over eye patch
  The mind, 45s leave a nigga dead
  See, it's a cold world we're living in
  Stomping on my life like they Timberlands
  Four door, 650 pipe in the sentiment with my woman friend
  The stash pop out, the strap clip extend
  30 shots out the handgun, close on a point blank so a nigga can't run
  Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
  Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
  Nigga move when the chopper spray
  'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
  Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
  Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
  Nigga move when the chopper spray
  'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
  Nigga when I say move

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  Curious-by Blazeshow lyrics

  Curious-by Blaze

  Yayo: Im sayin Ma, whats your name?
  Girl: My name is Kay
  Yayo: Where u from?
  Kay: I'm from Brooklyn
  Yayo: I'm sayin so why you with that bird over there?.. now i dont wanna sound like a hater
  Kay: Because he can work the middle
  Yayo: Ah alrite but i can too
  Kay: Let's find out
  (hahaha)
  Joe:
  Now i'm curious, (yeahh)
  i wonder if i can make you mine
  baby i'm curious, so curious
  wonder if we can spend some time
  shorty, i'm curious, (oohh ohhh)
  girl i wanna know what's on your mind
  lady, i'm curious, so curious
  i wonder if i can make you mine
  Ya-yo..
  Yayo:
  Ma, i'm curious to know if i lick that spot
  will it make your body shiver and your panties drop
  your baby father's a lame, he a dead-beat dad
  so you and your kids can come cruise in my jag
  you my boo like usher and alicia keys (Joe: My Booo)
  and everytime that you touch me girl you please my needs
  we like George and Weezy, Jada and Will
  let's shop till we drop out in Beverly Hills
  [Bridge:Tony Yayo]
  I'm curious to know if you want me girl
  if so ma, let's fly to country girl
  i'm not selling you a dream girl i give you the world
  you want them furs and them minks and them diamond pearls
  Joe:
  I'm so curious, (oohhh ohhhh)
  i wonder if i can make you mine (yeahh)
  baby i'm curious, i like to know
  wonder if we can spend some time
  shorty i'm curious, i'm so curious
  girl i wanna know what's on your mind
  baby i'm curious, yeah
  i wanna know if i can make you mine
  Ya-yo..
  Yayo:
  I saw her in the projects, going to the store
  i never had a crush like this before
  her baby daddy is a killa, he hold weight in adika
  but everytime he home, he beaten her and smackin' her
  ma you don't need your face black and blue
  you need diamonds from Jacob that's black and blue
  water front property, you see the sun rising
  back to the subject, let me stop fantasising
  listen boo, nobody in the world is perfect
  so when you around my team there's no need to be nervous
  i hit it from the back, pull out your tracks
  it's curiousity girl, choose the cat
  Joe:
  (Girl do you hear me..)
  Ma i'm curious, i'm curious
  wonder if i can make you mine
  baby i'm curious, said i'm curious
  wonder if we can spend some time
  shorty i'm curious, oohh ohhh ohhh
  girl i wanna know what's on your mind
  baby i'm curious, i'm soo curious
  i wonder if i can make you mine
  Ma i'm curious, i'm so curious
  wonder if i can make you mine
  baby i'm curious, said i'm curious
  i wonder if we can spend some time
  shorty i'm curious, oohh i wanna know
  girl i wanna know what's on your mind
  baby i'm curious, ohhh
  i wonder if i can make you mine
  Wanna make you mine baby
  See i gotta make you mine baby
  Wanna make you mine baby
  Gotta make you mine baby
  Ohh Ohhhhh, so curious
  curious, ohhh ohhhh
  (fades..)

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  Y'all Niggaz Can't See Usshow lyrics

  Y'all Niggaz Can't See Us

  yall niggaz cant see us
  yall niggaz cant b us
  g unot dat b us
  gorrilaz in da jungle yea dat b us
  gotta watch our back cuz 50 might g us
  dat mean snitch but u still cant c us
  the niggaz dat left the hood yea dat b us
  curtis jackson is a snitch and he is our leader
  but curtis talk shit na he wont peel ya
  and if your not gay stay away cuz he might feel ya
  dis niggaz a hoe yea on the street corner

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  Hit Yo Ass Upshow lyrics

  Hit Yo Ass Up

  watchu trippin for, i hit yo ass up, million doller boat, i hit yo ass up, bitch keep talkin shit best believe, i hit yo ass up, smokin weed is a habbit, i hit yo ass up, i stay so fresh and so clean homie, i hit yo ass up, dont fuck wit me mayne cuz, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT DIRTY, DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT DIRTY, oh yes i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up.
  DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT DIRTY, DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT DIRTY (2x) a guess what homie, i hit yo ass up, nigga fuckin wit me, i hit yo ass up, Gs like me, hatas wanna fight me, i hit yo ass up, dickhead motha fucka, i hit yo ass up, weed is my life, i hit yo ass up, pistols poppin nigga you better duck, i hit yo ass up, got chrome in my home, i hit yo ass up, gold and silver, i hit yo ass up, pills poppin, ass shakin, i hit yo ass up, pussy eatin dirty niggas, i hit yo ass up, motha fucka dont want none cuz, i hit yo ass up, gettin digets, shootin migits, i hit yo ass up, it go a little somethin like this
  DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRTY, DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT DIRTY (2X) imma pimp i dont walk wit a limp, but my money in my wallet is from all the records i sold, too much gold, my nigga you gotta un fold, niggas and hoes know dat im on beast mode, we ridin dem big lacs, eatin dem big macs, money pilled up to dem big stacks, oh i think they like that, ridin rims make me feel dirty but purty, cuz bitch i aint got time for no hater, bitch im on a mission so i'll get to that later, gonna search yo girl room, call me the room rater, i hit yo ass up wit the new shit, so back up bitch, get the fuck out my way, just remember that, i hit yo ass up.
  DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT DIRTY (6x) i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up, i hit yo ass up

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  Ain't No Clickshow lyrics

  Ain't No Click

  Yeah nigga fuckin' back hunger for more
  Tony's home yo Banks I told these niggas man
  Y'all done fucked up now
  Here we go
  Ain't no click like the one I'm with
  If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
  G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
  If you ain't reppin' where you from this is
  We gettin' doe everywhere we go
  And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
  G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
  If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down
  By now I know you done seen me
  On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the E.V
  I skeet babies on your breezy and I ain't stoppin'
  Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me
  Leaves me and it's bye, bye gone
  We got guns like Popeye arms
  I put a ring on their finger but the rats still askin'
  'Coz there's one in all they mind I'm the Rap Phil Jackson and
  I built a rep for murderin' every Whoo Kid
  Kayslay and Big Mike admit it the kid tight
  And you ain't even put up a fight
  So it's back to da amatures wrapped in ya sandwiches
  I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
  They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
  I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin' Canadas
  Amongst weed smokers and crap floor gamblers
  Ain't no click like the one I'm with
  If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
  G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
  If you ain't reppin' where you from this is
  We gettin' doe everywhere we go
  And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
  G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
  If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down
  Make sure the birds don't get brought to 'em
  I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
  Go ahead try to do me harm soldier
  You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower
  And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
  That was gang bangin' when jaws was a goldfish
  I'm the name they all screamin' on the street
  For bullyin' the bassline and leanin' on the beat
  I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
  Schemin' on a freak fan blade leanin' on a jeep
  Ain't walkin' with the fire so if you say Banks in ya verse
  Then you better be talkin' bout Tyra
  From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas
  Nashville to Memphis my buzz is tremendous
  I pass through the city slow but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
  Dumps like ass in my video
  Ain't no click like the one I'm with
  If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
  G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
  If you ain't reppin' where you from this is
  We gettin' doe everywhere we go
  And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
  G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
  If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down
  A'yo, uno, duexo, troiso, quatreo
  My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
  And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
  Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto
  P89 my clique filled wit hollows
  Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
  Don't speak ma if your neck don't swallow
  'Coz 50 push Bentleys and Dre push Diablos
  That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
  Screws Mcduck say swimmin' in my cash flow
  Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
  Best flow Banks put me in the booth let's go
  Think like castro the games in a lasso
  Don't jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
  God gave me this flow so I am special
  And 16 bars nigga I'm finished Finito
  Ain't no click like the one I'm with
  If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
  G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
  If you ain't reppin' where you from this is
  We gettin' doe everywhere we go
  And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
  G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
  If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down
  We told y'all muthafuckaz man
  Y'all niggaz look like us and smell like us
  But you're not us man
  Lloyd Banks, hunger for fore we back nigga
  50 the general Young dezzy Buck
  Game the rap game is ours nigga
  Hunger for more Rider music nigga
  This for them Gangsta them generals them comrades
  This is Rida music

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  Hate It Or Love Itshow lyrics

  Hate It Or Love It

  [Intro]
  Yeah, let's take 'em back
  Uh huh
  [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
  Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
  Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
  Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
  My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
  I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
  For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes
  Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
  If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
  Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
  Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
  Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
  I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
  [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
  Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
  And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
  Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
  And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
  [Verse 2 - The Game]
  I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
  First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
  Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
  Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
  At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
  And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
  So niggas better get up outta mine
  Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
  And I'm rap's MVP
  Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
  This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
  Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
  And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
  This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
  Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
  Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
  [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
  Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
  And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
  Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
  And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
  [Bridge - 50 Cent]
  From the beginnin' to end
  Losers lose, winners win
  This is real, we ain't got to pretend
  The cold world that we in
  Is full of pressure and pain
  I thought it would change
  But its stayin' the same
  [Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
  How many of them boys is with ya
  When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
  I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
  Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
  My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
  My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat
  Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
  If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score
  And if not, then that'll be me on the floor
  [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
  Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
  And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
  Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
  And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
  [Verse 4 - Tony Yayo]
  I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
  I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
  As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
  With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
  Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
  Mama with me and when she found my pieces
  I look back on life and think God I'm blessed
  We the best on the planet so forget the rest
  [Verse 5 - Young Buck]
  You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
  Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
  I handle mine just like a real nigga should
  If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
  Let me show what a thug that born to die
  I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
  And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
  A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch
  [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
  Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
  And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
  Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
  And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

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  Nyc Where I'm From

  (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

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  Pissy

  [Hook:]
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Just got me pissy in the motherfucker
  [Verse 1:]
  Channing, like Billy Mays with them take up brollies
  All new money, y'all money looking moldy
  50 case of rosey, black diamond rosey
  Should be feeling on me champainge spill it on me
  Pig hill, 120 ville VIP
  Get the game set ready, I ain't seen no beef
  Somebody got a pissy in a motherfucker
  Pop on my wrist but I ain't going hand cuff her
  [Bridge:]
  Tripping of an OG, fray day
  All this dough in my pockets never play games
  'Cause I take you to the spot, that's sacred
  Got her friends in the mood, she's a freak
  [Hook:]
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Just got me pissy in the motherfucker
  [Verse 2:]
  Leonard Daley p1, silence the lamb
  Crack noise on the gun
  Teflon cops out the window of the slightest drama
  Pull up on a hater like a melodrama
  I like your baby muff but I don't kiss her I don't hug
  her
  I'm Charlie Sheen high in the beam I burn the rubber
  A broom handle and banana clip
  I wave a broom stick, like the wicked witch
  And hope I find snitch
  I pull a ring when I take a piss
  She see the rocks on my wrist
  She starts to trip, smoking radioactiv Phs
  She got her boobs done up and they all on me
  I'm thirty seconds from mars just like the rock group
  Everybody know his fans never stopped you
  G6 it, the club VIP out in Paris
  Snatch a redhead beat it up like a savvy
  [Bridge:]
  Tripping of an OG, fray day
  All this dough in my pockets never play games
  'Cause I take you to the spot, that's sacred
  Got her friends in the mood, she's a freak
  [Hook: x2]
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Pissy in the motherfucker
  Just got me pissy in the motherfucker

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  Let Us Pray

  [Verse:]
  My homie on parole he k2 smoking
  Came out with the trubk and start locing
  Food stamps make a baby shower better
  Concrete jungle niggaz die on the regular
  I'm from there sittin on crate making sell era
  Sour grape in a swish milk with amaretta
  [Repeat]
  Reminise like c.l. or p-rock
  Sergeant macintyre use to sweep the whole block
  Now I'm shittin bricks headed towards judge wong
  Rumor is he gave life to his son
  They say blood thicker than water
  For every rich po there's a apple porter
  For every ac there's an alpo
  Outta town flow money out the asshole
  Snakes in the grass gotta cut the shit low
  They wanna see you dead when you get the dough
  Let us pray
  Let us pray we made it this far no turning back
  I'm talking to my iphone phones talking back
  Talking to my brownskin whore she hella stacked
  Hella racks, my safe rack city bitch
  I got 30 in a semi clip
  You can't jimmy choo every bitch
  Rest in peace to my niggaz let the henny drip
  Real shit mayne
  I love my niggaz and the moments that we share
  Lettin things off in the air for new years

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  Public Enemies

  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]

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  Bitch Niggaz

  Rest in peace to pimp c
  Rest in peace huey
  Yea, fake niggaz out here
  Too many fake niggaz out here
  [Chorus:]
  Too many bitch niggaz alive
  Too many hoes ass niggaz alive
  Real niggaz dead or doing time
  Real niggaz dead or doing timeee
  I'm in the atmosphere, here in the lear
  Respect violence, instill fear
  I spray 3 nigga, out the black rueg
  I'm a gangsta a.m.d all the tatoos
  Niggaz hate me, they hate secretly
  They hate frequently, they ain't shit too me
  The rap game full of real nigga copies
  Record stores closing cause they ain't selling copies
  I ain't george clooney, but I make a movie
  The force ruin me, you a male groupie
  My face a jewel, you in fake jewels
  My eyes a diamond tester, I could spot cubes
  I could spot mosies, my spot cosy
  I'm on the yaught homie ya wife wanna drop from me
  Cause she's my biggest fan
  New 750 big grill big fan

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  Pimpin

  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

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  Project Princess

  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

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  So Seductive

  Aww nigga do you know what this is
  One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!)
  Aww nigga do you know who you with
  It's tony yayo up in this bitch
  Got them drum lugers with them hollow tips
  See shot lugers with an extra clip
  50 cent back on that gangsta shit
  On my way ot to flip them bricks
  In that big body benz you know its oh 6
  Got your bitch on my dick I stack them chips
  And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick
  From a block away you can see them kid
  Dont front mothafucka you know my style
  I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal
  Im on the low shorty gotta thing for the kid
  And you know im feelin to take her back to the crib
  Here we go imma show her how a playa live
  At the door I tell her to take her clothes off...shit
  - shorty so seductive dancin on me
  Its the way that she move that makin me horny
  If I wake up next to her in the morning
  Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
  - shorty so seductive dancin on me
  The way that she move makin me horny
  If I wake up next to her in the morning
  Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
  I put the g in g-unit baby I got game
  Head to go good to go and I dont know your name
  Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar
  Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star
  Ladies tell the truth you know im cute
  But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe
  Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off
  You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off
  I cant stop thinkin of the things you do
  When your freakin me and im freakin you
  I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare
  Baby let me fly you in my lair
  Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby
  Its past my curfew but parole don't know
  Tear up the club dont call my p.o.
  - shorty so seductive dancin on me
  Its the way that she move that makin me horny
  If I wake up next to her in the morning
  Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
  - shorty so seductive dancin on me
  The way that she move is makin me horny
  If I wake up next to her in the morning
  Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
  My ways be spinnin I charm the amazing way
  You know them black and them white and the asian women
  Lets cut the small talk you know why I brought you
  I can't stand when a dime act anti-social
  Gucci,lip gloss,louis baton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm
  Yayos a don my car european
  You got mirrors in your pants cause I can see me in um
  Listen I piss out cris inhale haze
  I'm in the marriot gettin laid all day
  Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue
  Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum
  I need groupie love the coupe on dubs
  Im in this club with a tre pound star
  Dont blame it on david im all iced out
  Cause 50 got me rich so the bar all priced out
  - shorty so seductive dancin on me
  Its the way that she move that makin me horny
  If I wake up next to her in the morning
  Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
  - shorty so seductive dancin on me
  The way that she move is makin me horny
  If I wake up next to her in the morning

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  I'm So High

  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

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  Intro

  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

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  It Is What It Is

  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

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  Live By The Gun

  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

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  Cadillac (remix)

  [Tony Yayo:]
  I ride big mayne it's about 30 inches
  In my new truck I'm fin to fuck dirty bitches
  Maybach 62 with my feet up
  With 2 twins in the back now I'm g'd up
  And if them jack boys street up
  I got the strap in my seat tucked
  You young boys must be nuts
  I'm a pit you a tea cup
  They got g's on the caddy suck these nuts
  [Chorus: x2]
  Grain grippin sittin in my cadillac grinding slow
  Grain grippin sittin in my cadillac grinding slow
  Grain grippin, g g g grain grippin
  Sittin in my cadillac boys I'm trained sippin
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Yea, yea, yo
  I'm a boss, rozay by the bar
  My pockets on steroids that chris benoit
  Baby 45 the size of 380
  I can't die my boo boo bought to have my baby
  All these rappers in european clothes
  My european cuts is the roof on the roads
  Boss up nigga, get that chedda nigga
  Getcha whip, getcha bread game better nigga
  Cause when it rains it pours I thank the lord
  Cause these material girls can't stay in the cars
  They like hummers, ferraris and lambos
  They like niggaz in the trap with them bank rolls
  They like basketball pros and nfl niggaz
  That dumar smell got my whip full of bitches
  Hitting switches, switchin lane to lane
  This tony yayo hoes know my name
  [Chorus x2]
  [Lil Boosie:]
  Grain griipin pistol whipping up in my cadillac
  Gave that bitch a half a pill, she turned to maniac
  Light the dro fuck 5-0 nigga we handle that
  The bitch up in the back yayo I call her fat back
  It's drama, gotta be here to feed mama
  Believe in jesus not barack obama
  30 bitches, 10 niggaz when we roll so that's 3 a piece
  1 for you, 1 for me, gun for you, gun for me
  I'm in my caddy in the hood, in the hood
  50 stacks in my lap I'm eating good, eating good
  I wish ya would mayne I steal daughters fathers
  Send em to a place where I'm no longer bothered
  Drink the drank up in my cup
  Gas tank is filled up
  Bad bitch yea she grilled up
  Pussy niggaz ya know what's up
  Pimp hat like 50 cent te in my imparlour
  Kinda dirty so I gave my lac a shower
  Ice clean

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  Burn Freestyle

  (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

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  Homicide

  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

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  Brazy World

  [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

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  Bonified Hustlershow lyrics

  Bonified Hustler

  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

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  Body Bagshow lyrics

  Body Bag

  They keep begging for a body bag
  Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
  Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
  They keep begging for a body bag
  My gun got them on a …
  It looks so pretty taking out competition
  It even got a flashlight on the barrel
  I click it on and I wave it at you
  You think it's god when you see the light
  But you won't see god homie you gonna die tonight
  Marked for death let the bullets be the written symbol
  I point them all and rock well right out the window
  When it come to beef I squeeze on targets
  My hands all bloody like rocky in a meat market
  I squeeze harder than a python, with that 357 called python
  Niggers hate my but my skin is thick
  Point them out and I … hit him in his bricks
  Now's all peace pouring out a little liquor
  He died forced up, from a trigger finger
  They keep begging for a body bag
  Deep cock my shit put them in a bag
  Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
  They keep begging for a body bag
  They keep begging for a body bag
  Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
  Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
  They keep begging for a body bag
  Yeah, you ain't got a bag … I got you
  Hold still show you what the glock do
  … a nigger catch a holy ghost
  Hole in the spine leave them with a scoliosis
  … before I let you hold one
  Lay for right where your … from
  Fuck you out of here, you playing in the street
  My niggers up and ready are you coughing up meat
  I ain't lost enough sleep for drama to wear me out
  Your pussy everything that your mouth is like …
  No one is prouder whenever they see me out
  Soured up, straight blown through a 3 …
  My finger hit you like money coming
  Body bags want me nothing keep the guns bumping
  Talk cheap but the slugs here cheaper
  Know you want a body bag, but here's the grand reaper
  They keep begging for a body bag
  Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
  Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
  They keep begging for a body bag
  They keep begging for a body bag
  Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
  Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
  They keep begging for a body bag
  Fuck that I gave a lot of passion
  Let a lot of niggers live show a lot of compassion
  I never took advantage of you weaklings
  I could of green light the universe …beat down …
  And be a massacre if I give the word
  So I only serve those who truly deserve
  This level of punishment is not for beginners
  You acting like you can handle it
  I'ma give it, I'm handing out life support systems
  Shit bags and … for free, come and get some
  When you see me in the club
  Cause I ain't come for bitches, I come for blood
  It's the return of the mac and revenge of the thug
  Watch the attitude switch up and extract the bitch up
  But now they in the present of some legendary niggers
  Bumy ass nigger got his dummy ass hit up
  They keep begging for a body bag
  Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
  Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
  They keep begging for a body bag
  They keep begging for a body bag
  Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
  Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged

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  Bloody Xmasshow lyrics

  Bloody Xmas

  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

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  Black Fridayshow lyrics

  Black Friday

  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

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  Stunt 101show lyrics

  Stunt 101

  [Chorus]
  [50 Cent]
  I'll teach you how to stunt
  My wrists stay rocked up
  My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
  I'll teach you how to stunt
  Nigga you can't see me
  My bently GT got smoke gray 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

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  Assistshow lyrics

  Assist

  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

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  Baby U Gotshow lyrics

  Baby U Got

  [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

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  Back Seatshow lyrics

  Back Seat

  (feat. 50 Cent)
  [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

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  Bag Upshow lyrics

  Bag Up

  [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

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  Over Highshow lyrics

  Over High

  [Verse 1:]
  Meyer lansky flow
  Riding with my marl barker bitch
  44 in her clothe, yea
  Jewish lawyer find a loop hole in the case
  Sour dour every hour take it to the face
  L.a, smoking on that pussy wagon
  Medicated weed, got the room spinning
  This may cause drozyness
  6-50 drop top on some claret shit
  [Chorus:]
  I'm high till the day that I die
  Got the hotel smelling like
  La, la, la
  La, la, la
  Yeaaaa
  [Verse 2:]
  She chiefing on a blunt steaming
  Selina the stewardess got me fiending
  We got the marriot smoked out
  Horse carriage on my sneaks cost a good amount
  Uh, put my smoke under the microscope to see the strands
  And I can see that green cross on sunset when a nigga lands
  See that green cross that means I'm going to get some of that medicated shit
  Gangus cole, yea
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 3:]
  Headbang keep me up, sour diesel slow me down
  Blue dream got me dreaming bout her now
  Yea, I'm marc jacobed too the socks
  Bugatti too tight when I want to fuck
  Smokey scenery, switch positions lightin up
  I got a dogg pound daz dilli like kurupt

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  Orange And Black Caviarshow lyrics

  Orange And Black Caviar

  Uh el chapo
  Keep raining on these niggas
  Yea, yea, yea
  Pablo burned a mill to keep his daughter warm
  Till the day that I die keep that armour on
  Mexican connect, us border prone
  4 ounces of afghan I'm in the zone
  I smoke weed like cigarettes
  Louie vatonne fatigues a nigga fresh
  At your door like fed ex with the suit on
  Bernard delli p1 leave you on your lawn
  So clean I make your girl have an orgasm
  You a germ homie a micro organism
  I flow with precession I'm on my p's and q's
  I shred mc's like stallone in rambo 2
  [Chorus: x2]
  Ornage and black caviar
  El chapo 18 cars
  A lil drug money never hurt nobody

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  Beg For Mercy

  G G G, G G G-Unit
  No peace talks, no white flags
  No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass
  [50 Cent]
  Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
  Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
  You don't wanna bang wit the best
  I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
  They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
  Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
  They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
  Nigga you stunt, I pull out
  And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
  I think he's flyin
  Eight outta eight on movin targets
  You run? You still dyin
  Check my resume, I am oh so loco
  Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco
  [Chorus - 50 Cent]
  Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
  But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
  Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
  Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
  Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
  But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
  Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
  Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
  [Young Buck]
  There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
  I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
  This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
  The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
  Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
  A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
  I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
  I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
  Let's get it poppin'
  [Chorus]
  [Lloyd Banks]
  I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
  We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
  I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
  Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
  These niggas tellin' out the blue
  So you hang em off the bridge
  At least they'll have to helicopter you
  The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
  I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
  You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
  That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
  You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
  I don't even freestyle for free
  I gave em a break, flew over seas
  But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees
  Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
  I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea

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  Better Ask Somebodyshow lyrics

  Better Ask Somebody

  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

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  Poppin' Them Thangs

  [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

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  Po Jones Piss Test (skit)

  [Interlude:]
  [Tony Yayo:] C'mon! You know I'm doin' my thang, man.
  [P.O. Jones:] I'm just checkin' up on you, you know? I'm just checkin' up on you.
  [Tony Yayo:] You ain't gotta check up on me, man.
  [P.O. Jones:] Why don't you piss?
  [Tony Yayo:] You just came to my house the other day and searched.
  [P.O. Jones:] Piss for me!
  [Tony Yayo:] WHAT?!
  [P.O. Jones:] Pee. You know, like in a cup. Pee!
  [Tony Yayo:] Pee for you?
  [P.O. Jones:] Why don't you pee right in front of me? C'mon! You see that package I go-hahaha-t, ahahah!
  [Tony Yayo:] C'mon! You on some faggot shit?! It's some... C'mon, c'mon!
  [P.O. Jones:] Hahahahahahaaaah!
  [Tony Yayo:] P.O. Jones, man! 'Ey! C'mon! Sss... faggot! [whispering] [door slam shuts]
  [P.O. Jones:] You'd better listen to me, asshole! If you don't pee in this fuckin' cup right now...
  [Tony Yayo:] WHAT?! Yo, come on!
  [P.O. Jones:] I'm goin'... [Yayo's puttin' a gun in P.O. Jones' mouth]
  [Tony Yayo:] FFF-FUCK THAT! C'mon!
  [P.O. Jones:] [mumbling]
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Show 'em what you fuckin' made me, man. I'm fuckin' tired of all these bullshit!
  Put me on house-arrest again... extended my probation, mothafucka! [gun cocks]
  [P.O. Jones:] [mumbling]
  [Tony Yayo:] Huh?!
  [P.O. Jones:] [mumbling]
  [Tony Yayo:] I got TWO more months and I'm a fuckin' off probation!
  [P.O. Jones:] Uhm srry, Uhm srry... [gun jam] Uhm srry!
  [Tony Yayo:] Yeah, you sorry? Sign the paper! Get me off probation! Early release, c'mon!
  [P.O. Jones:] [mumbling]
  [Tony Yayo:] Early release?
  [P.O. Jones:] [gasp]

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  Playoff 2show lyrics

  Playoff 2

  Uh, yea
  Swine flu part 2 yea
  Uh, yea
  Playoff 2
  Uh, yea
  I got red on my atlanta hawk
  Cause my ak 47, shoot 47 like lebron
  I'm a beast big homie like ron ron
  Plus I got my houston rockets in my gun
  With teflon, homie this
  Is a chicago bulls wrist
  That cris and rose money
  Bottles in that v.I.p that derrick rose money
  You love what I'm writing denver nuggets is in a brightlin
  My chain look like lightning
  I gotta strap I call orlando magic
  It's the white howard za click clack cowards die
  I'm bound to be multi niggaz got hits
  Miami heat shoot ricky in his lips
  Nigga 2 2 3's full of dallas mavericks
  I hope will gotta will when shit get tragic
  Homie I ball like chris ball
  Ball like gasol
  The unit is the lakers in the playoffs asshole
  I roll up my 76's that's the phillies
  Hand on the semi, I jump in the bentley
  Then jump in the bulletproof, that got tv's
  Watch the playoffs roll up some good weed
  Playoff 2 nigga
  50 whattup
  Banks what's good
  Y'all niggaz know what it is
  Ha haaaaaaa
  Stop asking questions

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  ...Perceptionshow lyrics

  ...Perception

  [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

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  Queens Anthem

  [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

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  Price Of The Fame (remix)

  [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
  [Hell Rell:]
  You ain't gotta give a fuck cause I rap
  See I'm an animal you better give a fuck that I'm strapped
  And for the price of the fame
  I run up on the toughest nigga
  Then I take aim, and mac 10 his brain
  The missing link, you can't be a boss without me
  I robbed some niggaz in ya hood so y'all could talk about me
  These outta town niggaz always bring new york up out me
  Like I'm a fucking cupcake something soft about me
  You see the semi automatic, breaking that all out
  In the road to the riches you taking the wrong route
  Man my life is the swizzit
  I pay some porn bitches to go up north
  And go fuck my man on a visit
  [Chorus x2]
  [Tony Yayo:]
  I gotta price on my head pretty bitches on my dick
  50 cal on my hip hollow tips in the clip
  Bodies on the scene, rigamortis set in
  6 in the morning, home invasion
  Make sure you got your 4 with ya
  Cause I ain't tryna be a wall picture
  I say niggaz don't borrow khakis
  They keep they eye on em like jordan
  I keep my iron on me in the foreign
  Fuck the world I got that bitch bent over
  My heart a deep freezer, my heart even colder
  The unit, yea we shut down arenas
  The llama in arenas like gilbert arenis

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  All I Wanna Do

  [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!

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  Pov City Anthem Freestyleshow lyrics

  Pov City Anthem Freestyle

  [Tony Yayo:]
  Ya'll remember back in the day like '94 '95
  Freaky Tah used to walk around the park with his big ass radio
  With a thousand LBs behind him
  Shit was real back then
  Word up man
  Shit was real real god tops, blue tops, orange tops
  I remember all that shit man
  We got 134 all stars me, myself Tony Yayo
  Bust this shit yo, yo yo
  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo:]
  I'm like New York plates out of town i'm hot
  You could see me on ya Boulevard, strip or block
  From wratchets to pooh
  Nigga want you 'gon do
  Cause they can make caskets for big niggas too
  I treat money like fertilizer spread it out and watch it grow
  Flashy like Richard Po
  Nigga back in the day niggas was dyin' for lyin'
  Now a days niggas is payed for rhymin'
  Rap is like wrestling everything is fake
  But its a good pussy getter and the cash is great
  We used to catch cases
  Goin' hard for the papers
  Now we lookin' for blowjobs out in Vegas
  At the end of my life I die in my own arms
  So I hope I see G-Pop's and Fat Sha moms
  Then Kav-O and matter of fact P-Lo
  And my man Freaky Tah right to hell they go
  I'm a hot boy nigga with no tattoos
  Have you tied in L.A. take ya tar shoes
  We always overcrowd the bar
  But never overcrowd the car
  I leave the crowd layed on tar
  I got a good up and down game in bed
  You could ask the dikes, the wifes, hood rats and chicken heads
  If ya bitch wanna see use the Power Plays
  The best protection for babies and AIDS
  When i'm trippin' off of Exctasy
  With Tiffany
  The condom on my dick be intensity
  Yo I tear backs
  With a pack of bare backs
  And hide from my wife when back got a scratch
  I'm that nigga and thats your bitch
  Sex so good she takin' pictures of my dick
  See me in the Six
  Double O
  Car slow
  Henny, Mo'
  Good to go
  This bitch is a pro
  I rock Stacey Adams nigga fuck food stamps
  And roll with football stars like Bruce Brance
  In a stretch limo
  Yo its all for the Ditto
  So i'm tryin' to eat like Hungry Hungry Hippo
  I rather be in the streets than be in the yard
  Give my lawyer 5 gees now hes on the shore
  The Ds peep hard
  But my bail be a "Get Out Of Jail Free" Card
  Retard
  The world ain't shit I just live in it
  I always think of the shit that I did in it
  I got no one to trust cause friends is fake
  And even family members'll set you up for ya cake
  Like rich, poor to uncle
  So be on ya P's and Q's cause it could happen on the Hubble
  I got artistic integrity
  And ability
  When I use them big words ya bitch be feelin' me
  You know the style
  Walk around with the 40 cal
  Got guns in my house the size of Bow Wow
  Niggas screamin' murder but them things don't pop
  You can catch me in Hollis at the Hero's Spot
  Rap and street shit its all the same
  I realize that when 50 snatched Ja's chain
  Niggas tellin' niggas that they want to get at us
  Well just tell us that you want to get at us
  Cause we got pipe bombs and crazy wratchets
  And 44 longs with them laser gadgets
  You faggots
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Word up man

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  Curiousshow lyrics

  Curious

  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

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  G-Shitshow lyrics

  G-Shit

  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

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  Eastside Westsideshow lyrics

  Eastside Westside

  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

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  Drama Setter

  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

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  Dear Suzieshow lyrics

  Dear Suzie

  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

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  Weed And Hennessyshow lyrics

  Weed And Hennessy

  [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

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  Welcome To The Jungle

  [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

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  Warning Shots (dissing D-blockthe Gamefat Joe & Cassidy)

  [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

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  We Run These Streets

  [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!

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  What We Do

  [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

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  White Sheets

  [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!

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  Bang Bang

  [Chorus: Young Buck {DJ Whoo Kid}]
  E'rybody seen me {DAMN!} - but ain't nobody talkin' (YEAH!)
  Your family couldn't open up your coffin,
  When them shots pop up...
  E'rybody screamin' - but ain't nobody crossin' (WHAT?)
  To see how many niggas gon' be flossin'
  When them shots pop up... {TONY YAYO!}
  E'rybody seen me - but ain't nobody talkin'
  Your family couldn't open up your coffin,
  When them shots pop up... (YEAH!)
  E'rybody screamin' - but ain't nobody crossin'
  To see how many niggas gon' be flossin'
  When them shots pop up... {LET'S GO!}
  [Bridge: Young Buck]
  Shoot 'em up! Bang, bang!
  Shoot 'em up - Bang! (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!)
  Shoot 'em up! Bang, bang!
  Go on do ya thang! (WHAT?) {Whoooo!}
  [Tony Yayo:]
  I'm in the bluest whip - my headlights on some "Snoopy" shit
  My topdown doors up with the looie kit
  All my looies fit! - All my jewelery thick
  I'm real nigga! ("DJ Whoo Kid! ") - Your life is a movie script.
  Black Mustang, got that thang on my jewish bitch
  Pearl handle big barrel with the doofie clip.
  You a duplicate! - No hoodstripes!
  I'm in your hood you like "Them niggas don't look right! " {COME ON!}
  Chop up the china-white! Desey got the tiger-stripes
  Candy paint got my whip like "Mikey Nice"!
  [Young Buck:]
  I'm in the party with the shotty 50 gave me [gunshot] (yeah!)
  Just in case the promoters don't wanna pay me. {DAMN} (what?)
  I'm project! - I still use stolen creditcards
  I gotta pump the gas in my Chevy to get it to start! {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
  Hood nigga gettin' Hollywood money
  I would let y'all Manson out if I could homie. (yeah!)
  Got a Timothy Mcway' swagger...
  I drop bombs; see a rapper and I laugh at cha! (hahaaaa!) [shot] {DAMN!}
  A young God, might well let a nigga be
  A star seein' leafs fall off your family tree. (damn!)
  I want it all like the big homie Ice-T (Ice-T!)
  They won't say it, but my enemies like me (YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH!)
  My New York niggas tell me that I'm nice be!
  In LA niggas holla: "Keep it real G! " (WestSide!)
  Dirty South {SHADYVILLE!} with a 12'' Gauge in your mouth. (boo!)
  You didn't wanna die? - You should have stayed in the house! - Now lay him out... [gunshot] {Whooo!}
  [Chorus: Young Buck]
  E'rybody seen me - but ain't nobody talkin' (YEAH!)
  Your family couldn't open up your coffin, ("DJ Whoo Kid... ")
  When them shots pop up... ("on Hot97! ")
  E'rybody screamin' - but ain't nobody crossin' (WHAT?)
  To see how many niggas gon' be flossin'
  When them shots pop up... (HEEEEY)
  E'rybody seen me - but ain't nobody talkin' {G-UNIT RADIO!}
  Your family couldn't open up your coffin,
  When them shots pop up... (YEAH!) {TONY YAYO!}
  E'rybody screamin' - but ain't nobody crossin' {CAN'T FORGET...}
  To see how many niggas gon' be flossin'
  When them shots pop up... {ROGER!}
  [Bridge: Young Buck]
  Shoot 'em up! [2 gunshots] Bang, bang!
  Shoot 'em up [gunshot] - Bang! (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!)
  Shoot 'em up! [2 gunshot] Bang, bang!

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  Wanna Get To Know U

  [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

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  Wannabe

  [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

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  Catch A Body

  [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
  Yeeeaaaah!
  Yeeeaaaaah! {BRING IT BACK}
  This is that... [shot]
  [Intro:]
  Yeeeaaaah!
  Yeeeaaaaah! [Joker laughs] [rewind]
  [Intro:]
  Yeeeaaaah!
  Yeeeaaaaah! {"S.O.D."! }
  This is that SouthSide killa shit!
  SouthSide Gorilla shit!
  G-UUUUNIT!
  We move so militant! [gunshot] {DAMN! }
  [Chorus:]
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) {ROGER! }
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [kids ovation]
  Run up on tha nigga, GAYme real right! Riiiight?
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  Run up on ya car game, real right! Riiiight? [gunshot]
  [Verse 1:]
  I'm a R-I-D-E-R!
  Run up on ya car!
  You prayin' at a mess. - You tax in ya bitch!
  I GOT TO DROP, I'll POP YA, IT'S UP!
  I jump in the Coupe, dope an' GUN IN THE BOX! [scream]
  No remorse, big homie! [shot] - I shoot, they fuckin' wake up!
  I know his lil' monkeys, when they get me for my Jacob! [shot]
  I'm talented, yes I'm gifteeed!
  Got the .5th, Jimmy Henchman on some big shit! [shot]
  FUCK Czar! - FUCK tError Squad!
  No fightin'! My trey-pound do the job!
  [Chorus:]
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [kids ovation]
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  Run up on tha nigga, GAYme real right! Riiiight?
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [dog moaning]
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [scream]
  Run up on ya car game, real right! Riiiight? [gunshot]
  [Verse 2:]
  Springtime comin'! [kids ovation] - Summertime comin'!
  Got tha whole shit to playin' gods! (playin' gods...)
  Cause in JU-N-E, tha homies don't play
  The killa start actin' dog! (actin' dog...) [2 shots]
  They're squeeze in the daytime
  Squeeze in the nighttime, [gunshot] an' they just havin' fun! (havin' fun...)
  So don't come outsiiide, we ride to riiide
  Mothafucka betta have yo' gun!
  It's the killa [shot] seasoooon! (seasoooon...) - In June and Julyy!
  Shit, gettin' high; alota niggas start TO DIE!
  It's the killa seasoooon! (seasoooon...) - O.G's losin' fame,
  Lil' homie 16 and he got a big DEAL! - It's the killa seasoooon! (seasoooon...) [shot]
  [Chorus:]
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [kids ovation]
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [kids ovation]
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  Run up on a nigga, GAYme real right! Riiiight? [shot]
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
  I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)

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  Based

  [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

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  Face Off

  [Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
  No ski mask, I shoot a nigga face off
  In broad day, I shoot a nigga face off
  Nigga try to stunt, the pump I'l leave his face off
  Man down yellow tape around nigga face off
  [Tony Yayo:]
  P95 yea your bitch she can get it too
  I'l have ya bust it baby on the operating table
  I meant to hit you but your bitch got it
  My hollows don't got names they just hit targets
  I ain't got hate niggaz just hate me
  Big blunt, big gun off safety
  I'm young black and rich and don't give a fuck
  A class nigga so niggaz wanna hit me up
  I leave you tre pound finger fuck
  Hollow tips lift you up
  Meange a trois with bullets, my little niggaz pull it
  He only 12 years old so green light go
  He put ya brains on the floor with the fo fo
  [Chorus]
  [Cory Gunz:]
  I don't hate niggaz niggaz just hate cor
  Talk of new york shoot a nigga face off
  I don't hate niggaz niggaz just hate cor
  Talk of new york shoot a nigga face off
  The talk of new york tear a nigga face off
  Automatic guns oi and get a case off
  I chase off any perpetraitirs I face off
  I spot em out on a map and move they place off
  You turn him like a chuck t with the lace off
  I leave a nigga taste off when I pace off
  I let it waste off fist gun I'm laid off
  I'm violent as 50 cent leave em like mase off
  Landing all ties like a race draw
  Put a nigga in his place like a race lost
  Treat bitch made niggaz like state law
  Catch you bootleggers on fake flaws I break jaws
  Like elephantitis and get to talkin like meningitis
  And knowin my vitals and sypholitis for thin
  Apparatus shit shatters and scatters against the lord
  The writers homie tigh as is tragic and sad as a fucking thought to write it, what
  Handled with a uzi shottie
  Shit it make range I make her why toosie drop
  Tell your boys avoid lloyd like a paranoid droid
  A shortsten roy floyd you won't enjoy joy
  Face off,
  I shoot a nigga face off
  I don't hate niggaz niggas just hate cor
  Talk of new york tear a nigga face off
  Yea shoot a nigga face off
  [Chorus x2]
  [Ransom:]
  Yea I'm infamous when a gun is spitting clips
  Hit your bitch tear her face off like mikalis
  K's with the gauge laid got a triple bitch
  Listen prick this is it go ahead and slit your wrist
  I'm a die a boss when them shots fired off
  Broad day 4 k's have your face sliding off
  Ductape fuck face take the wires off
  Get your slut rape cut cake now your wifes a whore
  I'm the type of guy you probly wouldn't like at all
  Lift the german ruger don't work then I'm a knife it off
  Leave the blade bloody I don't got to wipe it off
  Broke ya body till it go limp with no life at all
  The k clap asap I don't play that
  Got guns in the crib older than the a-trak
  Dust em off go outside then spray black
  Ak listen you will never get your face back

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  Eye For Eye

  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

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  Footprints

  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

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  Feel It In The Air

  (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

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  Durag 2 Skimask Remix

  Yea R.I.P to the competition
  It's R.I.P to the competition
  It's R.I.P to the competition
  Yeaaaaaaaa
  [Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
  I turn my durag to a ski mask quick
  Fuck boy dead nobody see that shiittt
  I turn my durag to a ski mask quickkk
  I turn my durag to a ski mask quicckkk
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Alotta niggaz talking, I ain't sayin shit
  I wish I had 6 hands and 6 fingerprints
  I got the glock 30, like an oakland nigga
  My gd's in the chi I'l smoke a nigga
  Black audi r8, homie drop the top
  Swing through the hood like the black barack
  Yeaaaaaa, and I stay with that million
  Like dream stay on a milian
  Homie I'm a don, nigga I'm a boss
  Lines get crossed, niggaz get tossed
  Nigga I'm up early in the morning with the dope in the blender
  Turn my swag on I'l be gone to november
  Low from the a.t.f, I gun butt a fuck boy he had a.t flesh
  I straight shoot a nigga
  2 guns on me you could call me freddy ruger
  [Chorus x2]
  [Hell Rell:]
  Them niggaz know me, I carry dummy
  Lightning on his wrist nigga looking like lunchmeat
  Line his ass up like the neighborhood barber
  Revolver in his face before he hop in his charger
  Rap money slow, I ain't get a check in a while
  When I'm thinking I ain't used this rusty tec in a while
  So I load that shit up, mindframe I gotta make this cash
  Yayo got me bout to rob a nigga on jamaica ave
  Oh yea homie, did you see that shit
  Boy ruger turned his durag to a ski mask quick
  He got scared when he seen that fif
  Robbed him in front of his giril like I ain't seen that bitch
  Shorty walking around with his arm froze
  Nigga acting like all the pawn shops closed
  Don't come around me we ain't ok
  The big chain will make me go back to my old ways

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  Dumpin Out The Window

  [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
  Oh-oh-oohh! {"BLACK FRIDAY"!}
  Oh-oh-oohh! {WHOO KID!}
  Oh-oh-oohh! {THISIS50!}
  [Chorus:]
  I be dumpin' [gunshot] out the window with this one (yeah!)
  Dumpin' [gunshot] out the window with this one! {HAHA!}
  Dumpin' [gunshot] out the windoow!
  Dumpin' out the windoow! {LET'S GO!}
  I be dumpin' [gunshot] out the window with this one!
  Dumpin' [gunshot] out the window with this.44! [gunshot]
  Yeah! - With this.44!
  [Interlude:]
  Y'all niggas know who it is, it's the kid! {GOD-... DAMN!} [shot]
  [Verse:]
  The AR shoot better than the AK (BLLLLLAT!)
  I shoot the 'K and start aimin' on wapoly. [shot]
  Marc Jacob clothes they'll your body make (hahaha!)
  The Bentley got a fat ass the Porsche keeps eyeing me. (YEAH!)
  Jack-pot my niggaz like the lottery (bling!)
  But it's a recession! - I stay with the 10 G's!
  Bitch please the Unit gettin' guaped
  On the highway European gettin' to the top! (BRRRM!)
  We keep gettin' money God got us blessed (what else?)
  Niggaz say we fell off but the world in debt!
  It's like the world coming to an end (I swear this!)
  Hurricane Ike just killed my best friend! {Whooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
  This great recession the great depression (MONEY!)
  Nigga build a bomb shelter to stock all your weapons! (yeah!)
  It's like the safest place be right now is in jail (jail time nigga!)
  Shawty only 15 and he squeeze that steel!
  OG come home two weeks he killed
  And he just made tha broadman like too real!
  [Chorus:]
  I be dumpin' out the window with this one!
  Dumpin' out the window with this one!
  Dumpin' out the windoow! (yeah!)
  Dumpin' out the windoow! (I ain't lyin'!)
  I be dumpin' out the window with this one!
  Dumpin' out the window with this.44!
  With this.44!
  [Outro:]
  Get killed that just motherfucka, man!
  Niggas can't even buy new portrait out this motherfucka, man!
  Niggas need gas... diper money!
  It's real... recession!
  "Black Friday" nigga! {DAMN!}

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  Everywhere We Go (remix)

  [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

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  Durag To A Ski Mask

  Yea r.I.p to the competition
  It's r.I.p to the competition
  It's r.I.p to the competition
  Yeaaaaaaaa
  [Chorus: x2]
  I turn my durag to a ski mask quick
  Fuck boy dead nobody see that shiittt
  I turn my durag to a ski mask quickkk
  I turn my durag to a ski mask quicckkk
  [Verse:]
  Alotta niggaz talking, I ain't sayin shit
  I wish I had 6 hands and 6 fingerprints
  I got the glock 30, like an oakland nigga
  My gd's in the chi I'l smoke a nigga
  Black audi r8, homie drop the top
  Swing through the hood like the black barack
  Yeaaaaaa, and I stay with that million
  Like dream stay on a milian
  Homie I'm a don, nigga I'm a boss
  Lines get crossed, niggaz get tossed
  Nigga I'm up early in the morning with the dope in the blender
  Turn my swag on I'l be gone to november
  Low from the a.t.f, I gun butt a fuck boy he had a.t flesh
  I straight shoot a nigga
  2 guns on me you could call me freddy ruger
  [Chorus x2]
  There's 99 rozays all on the wall
  99 niggaz yea we all gon ball
  Yea we all gon ball
  Yea we all gon ball
  Got 99 shooters and they all on call
  I said they all on call
  I said they all on call
  Put your body in the streets man y'all niggaz got the gall

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  Rockabye

  [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

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  Roll It Up

  The ultimate enforcer I keep things in pocket
  I hit you in your torso with an anti 10 rocket
  That's a fucked up way to die
  That's a fucked up way to die, now you dead
  I'l meet you at the crossroads if we cross paths
  The handguns got shotgun blasts
  Blueberry haze all in my system
  My eyes red it's blurring my vision
  My swag up I got my mojo back
  I'm in that bentley azzure the seats polo black
  Yeaa, boss up knock bitches loose
  His girls gone wild in back of the coupe
  I'm on that hindu high, mixed with the cherry pie
  I half a pill I bet this bad bitch ride
  We can fly, the g5 is joey p's

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  Rollercoaster

  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  Life is like a rollercoaster
  Enjoy it on the way up, hate it on my way down
  Them haters stay focused on ya
  I keep my head above water cause these haters wanna see me drown
  Drown, drown
  Cause these haters wanna see me down, down, down
  Cause these haters wanna see me
  [Tony Yayo:]
  I set the crime scene grotisque
  Grove said it best, he did it just to get a rep
  Are you scared to live or proud to die
  Force the wrong man hand hammers I'l fly
  It's a new world order, police wanna sean bell me
  Oscar grant me that's life in the beast belly
  That bird money turn into gun play
  Cause montana had more jordans than mj
  I read the minds of meer mortals, they all dummies
  Illuminati signs all on the money
  Homies throwin gang signs all out the bentley
  Cops pull us but the stash got the whip empty
  [Chorus:]
  [Prodigy:]
  Yo I wake up in the mornin eat greens for breakfast
  200 pull ups do my abs and chest then
  Put on some real tough shit, that I could rock too
  And write the illest words that you ever could bop to
  The live the illest life that you ever could have
  So much joy I cry, so much pain I laugh
  Give my best sign excellence
  In my words I drop bullshit like h.n.I.c 2
  That's not bad for a bad day
  I smack you and knock your head off
  Damn I don't know my own strength, like a lion
  I was just trying to play
  It's not my fault you fall apart so easy
  I need to be with my own kind
  I miss rapping with nas, I wish me and 50 got along
  I could do a song them and nicki minaj
  That would be the queens anthem the world stars
  My bars belong next to whoever the best
  Rappers come and they go like they died having sex
  This is laid back hood shit, never plays out
  Like a white t-shirt, I'm forever in style, never

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  Domepiece

  [Verse 1:]
  Rule 15 question enemies till the finish
  The consequence is death or a long sentence
  Friend turn to foe
  I shake em off like blunt ashes
  On my wire cell clothes cause they male hoes
  Make a move catch a mack shell
  Broken wings on your back you a match well
  R.I.p to michael, he died and made the world stop
  80's had the parting of a white top tiger shop
  Run in your studio hit your hard drive
  Harlem really took a hit when big l died
  The whole bedstuy cried when big poppa died
  The re annowned g-unit we born to ride
  Homocide don't care about that homocide
  They coppin coffee and donuts a nigga died
  [Chorus: x2]
  We don't give a fuck about the police
  4-10 I'll split your whole domepiece
  Hit rikers and scrap over dorm tv's
  New york streets leave alot of casualties
  [Verse 2:]
  The latin kings wanna watch caliente
  The bloods wanna catch the game and watch the knicks play
  Now it's a day room brawl horriffic
  Blood smeared all on the wall
  When you was free you'd damn sure had tv
  In the beacon bloods got they names on the seats
  This is for them g's in mdc
  Fat dalans they never gone see the streets
  In the feds I met a real nigga named sassy
  He had a box full of tapes the wire tap was nasty
  In his cell all he did was listen to em
  His right hand ratted the streets screwed him

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  Recessionshow lyrics

  Recession

  [Verse 1:]
  I'm from, where fake niggaz turn they back quick
  Hoe's tricking on a mattress
  Soft spots in your heart get you caskets
  Lil homies gettin rich off a mad bricks
  I elway all the petty bullshit when I'm high
  And family only come around when a nigga die, die
  When it rain they say god cry
  The snitches on the stand tellin d.a's lies
  Material girls in gambling spots
  In need a cash, ready to pop
  Killers plot if they get the drop
  You get caught slippin like it or not
  [Chorus: x2]
  She young and hoeing that's the hood for you
  Back writing that's the hood for you
  Back stabbers that's the hood for you
  Niggaz dieing that's the hood for you
  [Verse 2:]
  Strap gotta double barrel mechanism
  Hoe's naked in the crib, eatinism
  My best freind turned his back on me, damn
  It felt like a butcher knife stabbing on me
  As I journey through the hood all I see is pain
  Go to my momma house I hope them shots don't rain
  I need to get a grip in everything in life now
  Driving ciroced out with the 40 cal
  But today was a good day like ice cube
  My little homie passed away I'm getting tatooed
  Dutch masters vanilla that's the hood for you
  Shawty ass got fatter that's the hood for you

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  Red Bottom Girlshow lyrics

  Red Bottom Girl

  [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]

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  Rep Your Setshow lyrics

  Rep Your Set

  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

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  Ridin' Highshow lyrics

  Ridin' High

  [Gunshot]
  [Starts off with the beat of Dre & Rick Ross': "Chevy Ridin' High"]
  [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
  [DJ Noodles:] 40!... YAYO! {CAN'T FORGET...}
  [40Glocc:] Infamous!
  [DJ Noodles:] G-UUNIT! {BANK$!} COME ON!
  [Chorus: 40Glocc]
  Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
  Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high!
  Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
  Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) {G-UNIT!} Ridin' high! {LET'S GO!}
  [Tony Yayo:]
  I am smokin' dro, I am ridin' high! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
  Man, I'm pissin' in a cup - and my P.O. sucks! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
  I'm a gangsta! - Interscope made Game a thug
  'Ey, y'all witta scoop of bullet run to this Mag'.
  In Cali', - I'm ridin' with' Spider and 40!
  And I spider with' a.40, - so slow ya roll, shorty! [shot]
  Listen JT! - You' a wannabe O-Dog,
  I kidnap yo' wife! - Hit her in a ass, rolled on!
  Oh, Lord! - Yayo's spazzin' again!
  I make one phone call and they clappin' again! [shot]
  Nigga four gunz up, - 5-5-1 {Whooooooooooooooooo}
  Lodi Mack, swing the Mack; {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} and I'm cripple you, son! (YEAH!) {DAMN!}
  [Chorus: 40Glocc]
  Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
  Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high!
  Smokin' dro, ridin' high! {CAN'T FORGET...}
  Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! {DROW BROWN, DROW VODKA!}
  [Outro: 40Glocc]
  'Ey, Yayo! {BROOKLYN!}
  You know you a fool, Cause!
  Hahahaha!
  Nigga, we ain't playin' witchu niggas! {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

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  Salute Ushow lyrics

  Salute U

  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

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  Preach On

  [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

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  Bing Monstashow lyrics

  Bing Monsta

  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

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  Art Of Warshow lyrics

  Art Of War

  [Verse 1:]
  My enemies meet the hand of the lord g's
  My skin tougher than that african from warri
  Hating ass niggaz I ain't sweating these fools
  Coastal air let the jet refuel
  You love my stunts, proceed the blunts
  Put the brick on the balance make a movie
  I know about swag new balance suu louie
  I got love for them streets but there's too many losses
  Plus all these rats I'l have feds in my fortress
  I'm cautious, kush got me naucious
  G550 fly past the lords kids
  Pour out a lil liquor for those who died hoodrich
  Pour out a lil beer for those who died pennyless
  Watch how the semi kick, will smiths son
  Karate kid 2 you get flipped by my gun
  Huh, I'm in the house staring at these plaques
  They can't see in the aston casue the tints is black
  They can't see me with a ski mask and mack
  [Verse 2:]
  Niggaz from the hood tried to piece me
  Some lil dusty niggaz from the projects smokin leaky
  The mazi go beep beep your baby moms peep me
  She like what you doin in the hood you belong on tv
  Fuck the judge, the jury and the prosecuter
  I shoot the courtroom up like the vegas shooter
  Blue gator on, see my hermeez suiter
  I drop a scrooge mcduck bag on your medula
  My wrist colder than alaskan troopers
  I do it myself I don't ask for shooters
  Black diamonds lookin like an oil spill
  Mo money, influence the will to kill
  Po niggaz know the deal 4-10 blue steel
  Revolver in my hand hold shotgun shells
  Semi in my hand hold ak shells

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  Swine Flu Flowshow lyrics

  Swine Flu Flow

  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

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  Fake Loveshow lyrics

  Fake Love

  My life, my life, my life, my life
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  My life, my life, my life, my life
  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
  Don't show no love, don't pretend
  50 got Yayo gettin' all this cash
  Now all these yes men wanna kiss my ass
  But back in the street you ain't 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 nothin' outta life
  And some people want it all, let's ball
  I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppin'
  Sapphire 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 ain't 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
  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
  Don't show no love, don't pretend
  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, that's 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 it's rims is ugly
  Fake friends, show fake love
  You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club
  (Fake love)
  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
  Don't show no love, don't pretend
  My life, my life, my life, my life
  My life, my life, my life, my life

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  Gunpowder Gurushow lyrics

  Gunpowder Guru

  This is another
  Remix
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  My bullets whistle like
  And fly right past your dome
  My bullets whistle like
  A 100 shots a nigga gone
  My bullets whistle like
  I got the typewriter tommy gun just like capone
  My bullets whistle like
  6 feet deep another homie gone
  [Jay Rock:]
  That desert eagle filled with hollows
  If you holler when it hollers
  Hit yo ass from top to bottom
  Bullets whistle like harmonicas
  Still bein in corners with my knockas sippin vodka
  I'm on fire like when I raised the gauge up
  Just like thermoters
  Leanin in that testarosa, smokin on this cali doja
  You don't want to test my holster centre fold ya
  Got some biggerous niggaz to smoke ya
  Who da bang, black mask, black gloves
  Bullets with no names
  It's not a game on this eastside
  Watts city it's no pity for weak guys
  Chopper city bein holdin semis since I was knee high, no lie
  Hit your block in a cheap ride, and let it whistle
  [Gunshot] For sound see the spark roaches scatter
  Hit a melody when them bullets travel
  Put you under the gravel for that pussy shit
  I'm a dog you get fucked thinkin I'm pussy bitch
  I'm a harplus, harplus
  [Chorus]
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Ya wanna rumble with yay, haaa
  Shit on the whole industry
  4-10's a 44 on steriods
  A.t.f we dumpin on them fed boys
  A 16 of happiness and pain nigga
  I'm never on the ashy shit again nigga
  0-10 range all wood grain nigga
  I hit the button it pop out that thing nigga
  My bullets whistle like jueles saw
  And I stay strapped cause I got my jewels on
  And the 2.2.3 I'l make your family mourn
  Bullets fly, men die, little niggaz pop you
  Dey'll chef up your top like boo cabo
  I'm with Jay Rock, l.a block
  Red pelle piranha shark
  Red pelle I'l hold a glock
  Real bloods I'l pop your top
  Nigga
  My bullets whistle like
  And fly right past your dome

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  Devil's Advocateshow lyrics

  Devil's Advocate

  These haters can't stand that I'm up
  These haters can't stand that I'm up
  These haters can't stand that I'm up
  These haters can't stand that I'm up
  The kitchen is my comfort zone
  Constant ringing on my fucking phone
  The kitchen is my comfort zone
  The kitchen is my comfort zone
  You need some flowers for the witnesses
  In the trenches niggaz better learn to squeeze
  Silly bitches keep laughing at my cell phone
  My Boost mobile make ET phone home
  2015 cap truck with the peanut butter seats
  Turn that work to peanut butter, put it back on the streets
  These haters can't stand that I'm up
  These haters can't stand that I'm up
  These haters can't stand that I'm up
  These haters can't stand that I'm up
  The kitchen is my comfort zone
  Constant ringing on my fucking phone
  The kitchen is my comfort zone
  The kitchen is my comfort zone
  Dishonored names got your bitch raped up
  They hate it when I'm up
  They hate it when I win
  My passport stamp
  I'm going in the wind
  ... I win bitches with buck 50
  Okay now fuck with it
  You want it hard
  You got to come and get me
  I'm not losing
  The bullshit that you're not doing
  You might catch me with these couple of pounds
  But I guarantee, it will ruin some bricks
  No show days, but I've been...
  I get round and round but with no insurance
  My son is over 16
  I'm a fucked up parent
  Oh, cut that nigga
  You said I can get it without delay
  And I'm not hearing what she says
  And I put that bitch on the free-way
  Oh, cut me up the plug, cut me in
  Cut it out and cut it up again
  I never said that you can't be brave
  Right now I'm just on the cheer mode
  Honestly, I don't need one
  Your boy in adversity

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  Dead Rappersshow lyrics

  Dead Rappers

  [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

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  Delt Withshow lyrics

  Delt With

  Thisis50.com
  World stars where I'm on
  Tmz to see me I got this shit on smash nigga
  [Verse:]
  Ducatti 900 3rd gear lift up
  '09 bentley brooklyn pick your bitch up
  Walk in safe
  I can't wait for them 100 dollar bills with obama face
  The world changing the whitehouse, the blackhouse
  4-10 shotgun shells I'l blow your back out
  I'm in christian dior with beauty dior
  Porn star goddess smoking on gods gift
  Riding through southside
  Everybody wanna spoon me cause I'm smoking half gooey
  With an educated groupie
  I'm rich porter in his prime nigga
  I'm from cop killer queens where they line niggas
  Yo I still got a jail bond
  Man I love hip hop
  7 star dubai give my louis to the bell hop
  These rappers think they hancock
  Till they see my handcocked

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  Cut Throat Shit

  Uh huh ye-ye-yeah
  Uh huh this is cut throat shit
  This that cut throat shit
  Gangsta paradise
  Nigga it's gangstas paradise
  This is cut throat shit
  This is cut throat shit
  The chesir got the wolves turnin savage
  Still waiting on obamas stimulus package
  The feds watch us, out binoculars
  For the grant with the drugs like michael doctors
  Forensics tryin to track us off carpet fibres
  Homie buying tight jeans I'm buying karma llamas
  Everybody rap now nigga fuck this shit
  Clip hanging out the ass like a big piece off shit
  Now regard for human life
  I see the holes in my shirt and thank god for my life
  In jail, yea I tried to sex the c.o
  You they put choclates on your pillow
  I'm in the w, cus I just caught a w
  4 door porsche look good bust another u
  In my hood deaths a coming occurance
  Cheap ass weights with no life insurance
  This is cut throat buisness
  I thank the lord god is my witness
  This is cut throat buisness
  I thank the lord god is my witness
  This is cut throat buisness

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  Da Manshow lyrics

  Da Man

  Yayyoooooo
  Ye, ye, ye, ye, yea
  We goin party like 2020
  I got them bricks you know whatever get money
  My overseas bitch love that african blow
  I got the mansion and the cars of a half a blow
  The feds watchin, cause I'm selling all my crime
  There tryin to hit a nigga with that nelson mandela time
  I look at time from the oyster
  Them bitches love them aphrodisiaks the clams and them oysters
  Now my nut sacks in her mouth just like them oysters
  I cook up 16's and bag of the cordless
  My coat scale you could weigh a fuckin walrus
  My shooters are zombies, walking corpses
  Niggas wanna crucify me put me on crosses
  Cause my jeweller got me in them big shiny scrosses
  And 50 got me in them shiny porsches

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  Charlie Sheen Interludeshow lyrics

  Charlie Sheen Interlude

  [Interlude:]
  [Charlie Sheen:]
  I just have a different constitution, a different brain, a different heart!
  A different... you know? I've got Tiger Blood, man!
  Good start. It's a good start.
  [Male Reporter:] It's a good start! The first win?
  [Charlie Sheen:]
  I am bi-winning! I win here and I win there, now WHAT?
  Let's just do it! Let's meet this thing head on.
  And you're, you're in it to win it.
  Talk about an education... and they're like:
  "This... and then that's the guy, and he's our dad, we can...
  Get all the answers and the truth? Wow! WINNING! "
  You're either winning or you're losing, there's NOTHING in between!
  [Male Reporter:] How do you plan on winning that war?
  [Charlie Sheen:]
  Uuuhm... with, with zeal. And, and focus.
  And, and... violent... hatred!
  Just let's do it, yeeaah! You know?
  Good luck! You're gonna need it. I'll be over here like... winning!
  Uuuhm... come Wednesday mornin' they gonna rename it... to... Charlie Brothers, not Warner Brothers!
  Hahh! Duh... winning!
  [Male Reporter:] Winning in what sense?
  [Charlie Sheen:] Just winning, just bein' happy! Just livin'...
  [Male Reporter:] Because some would say... that you're defeated now!
  [Charlie Sheen:]
  Uhm... they can say that, but what kinda car are they driving?
  What kinda girls are in their home? Hahh!
  I said "girls"!
  I'm gonna live my life the way I want. I'm a win inside of every moment! And uh...
  And they can just find... the most comfortable... chair in their... small house, and uh...
  Sit back and enjoy the show!
  [Male Reporter:] I'm sorry?
  [Charlie Sheen:]
  Winning! Startin' to get the concept now?
  Oops! Winning!
  It's often times unknown but occasionally, you know?

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  Come Outshow lyrics

  Come Out

  [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

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  Candy Manshow lyrics

  Candy Man

  [Intro: x2]
  New york niggaz got crazy game
  But outta town niggaz keep pushing them things
  I said this is for them g'z
  And this is for them gangstaz
  This is for them g'z
  And this is for them gangstaz
  This is for them g'z
  And this is for them gangstaz
  Ride with me nigga, ride with me nigga
  This is for them g'z
  And this is for them gangstaz
  Ride with me nigga, ride with me nigga
  [Verse:]
  Trick or treat smell my feet
  Give me something good to eat
  If it's dope, if it's coke
  I'm a cut a nigga throat
  On the strip getting rich
  Everday we taking risks
  Catching flips, moving bricks
  All for the love of it
  Niggaz hate, niggaz die
  Money make man cry
  Watch when them slugs fly
  Don't be a fall guy
  We ball till we all die
  Smoke to we all high
  My lazor on my 4 5
  My gators got 4 eyes
  My trunk in floors drive
  My cats got 4 lives
  I roll with 2 straps and hold down 4 knives
  Yay got 4 wives, yay got 4 cribs
  Yay got fo fo's, yay got 4 sigs
  [Chorus:]
  I'm the candyman I got whatever you need
  I got that x, got that speed, and that purple weed
  I'm the candyman are you ready to cop
  Stop talkin on the phone you making me hot
  I'm the candyman my candys raw
  I got everybody buyin out my candy store
  I'm the candyman do you need some candy
  I'm the candyman do you need some candy
  [Verse:]
  Nigga I don't got it all, please don't amp me
  I love the phantom but the bentley mad slicky
  You claim you a millionaire but ain't re coupe
  While your wife in the coupe sucking on my meat flute
  Niggaz aim niggaz shoot, I kill ya fatha
  Gettin head from super head in that super charger
  That's the new range, I rock the guccis with the blue frames
  Automatic 3.5.7 with the blue stains
  City on my back, you barely gotta budget
  American beast shit, I kill lil puppet
  I'm the candyman, my brace in my bucket
  Ridin in my lo lo see po po nigga fuck it

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  El Chaposhow lyrics

  El Chapo

  [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 x2]

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  Slow And Melodicshow lyrics

  Slow And Melodic

  [Hook:]
  She move away slow and melodic
  She move her ass slow and melodic
  She move away slow and melodic
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  She move away slow and melodic
  She move her ass slow and melodic
  She move away slow and melodic
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  [Verse 1:]
  DC stadium this drunk chick got the major wing
  Her ass keep on jiggleing
  Her ass keep on wiggleing
  Do body swag, pockets on arabian
  7 stars the hotel the glow is where I'm stayin' in
  All this money give a rich nigga paper cuts
  Them hoes flock around when your paper up
  She thick as fuck I'm rolling up
  Meanest spray all in my cup
  Got this club moving slow as fuck
  Moving slow as fuck
  [Hook:]
  She move away slow and melodic
  She move her ass slow and melodic
  She move away slow and melodic
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  She move away slow and melodic
  She move her ass slow and melodic
  She move away slow and melodic
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  [Bridge:]
  It's the strip club anthem
  Bitch hop up on that fucking pole
  And keep dancing, dancing
  It's the strip club anthem
  Bitch hop up on that fucking pole
  And keep dancing, dancing
  Keep dancing, keep dancing
  Keep dancing, keep dancing
  [Verse 2:]
  We poppin' bottles like we won the chill
  30 on lead it, 37 hundred bitch
  That money chrome it's plastic ware
  Down to singles I'm torching that
  Jersey girls got crazy girls
  You know the ones that rap as hell
  On a scale from 1 to 10 this bitch is bad
  Jump in Mercedes hitting that
  Swipe so we hit the pad
  Bitch wanna have my baby bad
  I ain't keeping this, I'm mistreating it
  My 3 baby mama must be on this shit
  Tell the loose cockpit me in your bitch
  Let's snuck in a big ship, me and my bitch
  Me and my bitch, I mean me and your bitch
  Counterfeit dipping out, broke your bitch
  Stole your bitch, mole your bitch
  My pimpin' got cold as shit
  [Bridge:]
  It's the strip club anthem
  Bitch hop up on that fucking pole
  And keep dancing, dancing
  It's the strip club anthem
  Bitch hop up on that fucking pole
  And keep dancing, dancing
  Keep dancing, keep dancing
  Keep dancing, keep dancing
  [Hook:]
  She move away slow and melodic
  She move her ass slow and melodic
  She move away slow and melodic
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  She move away slow and melodic
  She move her ass slow and melodic
  She move away slow and melodic
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'
  We mackin', we mackin' we we we mackin'

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  California Dreamin'show lyrics

  California Dreamin'

  [Verse 1:]
  California hood dreams
  California industry
  California roll the best green, cali
  In an outburgerz, roscoes
  Niggaz get murdered when they pop doors out in cali
  [Repeat]
  Grapestreet crips bountyhunter bloods
  Triple homocide mexican mobb control the drugs
  All them hollywood bitches out in cali
  Hittin switches on the 6-4's, cali
  R.I.p to b.I.g he died out in cali
  I rolled gweedo with d.r.e out in cali
  Bezany balcony I tear down on that mawi
  My south central bitch westside is on her body
  [Chorus:]
  California, dreamin
  California, dreamin
  California, dreamin
  California, dreamin
  [Verse 2:]
  Out in cali hit jimmy iovine crib
  Playboy mansion across the street they do it big
  Out in cali exotic chicks silliconed up
  Wear the wrong flag your ass gettin hit up
  Out in cali all the stars live there
  Di caprio hat low lady gaga drive by
  Westside the capital of drive bys
  Cause out in cali niggaz feed off the drama
  Out in cali lil niggaz feed llamas
  I hit the beverly centre for gucci pyjamas
  I love ny l.a is my second home
  I got that gun chin strap on my hip bone
  Out in cali rodeo prince on flintstone
  Looking for a kardasian to take home
  Yea, cause lamal had to leave home
  Kim and cloe on the rebound I'm on them microphones
  [Chorus x2]

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  All These Bitchesshow lyrics

  All These Bitches

  [Hook:]
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches
  All, all these bitches
  All, all these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches
  All, all these bitches
  All, all these bitches in
  All these bitches
  [Verse 1:]
  Take a glimpse in the mind of the era's best hustler
  Cold king, visionary and Marcella
  My base in Marcella I found more bricks
  But all I see I go bags when she catch flips
  I change flows every fucking chance I get
  My dogs in front line shake of ticks
  Move, roll on tape brazilian bitch
  I like 'em black, white, puerto rican or asian
  Ford or Buggati put a ford out OG
  We rollin' she rollin'
  Pretty mama and she holding
  Ganjaboi sweet, and some bitches and some trojans
  And some bitches and some trojans
  You know they all freaky and the phone blowing up
  'Cause her man know she creepin'
  [Hook:]
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches
  All, all these bitches
  All, all these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches
  All, all these bitches
  All, all these bitches in
  All these bitches
  [Verse 2:]
  We can share like Rihanna eat a ashtray free doma
  She be luxin' like cubana, five holes poppin' out my
  sauna
  Said I fuck your badge, you politic
  Sell 'em dreams without telling shit
  Got the straps she hold the grip
  Make herself she dry the whip
  She dry the whip, my dick's the bitch
  My buji bitch ain't with the shit
  My Alexander McQueen shit from DC got a main switch
  I guess them ass shot paid off
  You hold 'em like the feds my name off
  Tilt the barrel, long way
  I take off you feel me
  My model bitch she runaway
  Beat the brakes off that pussy
  Beat the brakes off that pussy
  She will suck a niggas over you
  Just imagine, she come home kissing you
  [Hook:]
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches
  All, all these bitches
  All, all these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches in
  All these bitches put
  All these bitches
  All, all these bitches
  All, all these bitches in
  All these bitches

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  Cemetaryshow lyrics

  Cemetary

  [Hook:]
  Fuck being the richest nigga in the cemetery
  6 million ways just to blow this money
  6 million ways just to blow this money
  Fuck being the richest nigga in the cemetery
  [Verse 1:]
  See that, I think I'm going flyer in
  Before my NFL nigga try to fly her in
  Before my NBA nigga try to fly her in
  Tilt the barrel shit, I check blew her in
  All this money got a paying zone
  She popping vikies on the madarose
  Fuck this money 'bout to blow it all
  'Cause in the cemetery I can't blow it all
  Fucking bitch paying fast, Venezuela pussy
  That lil mama Obama she can cherish pussy
  I'm burning money like Mayweather
  Steve Jobs 6 feet deep with more than 6 figures
  [Hook:]
  Fuck being the richest nigga in the cemetery
  6 million ways just to blow this money
  6 million ways just to blow this money
  Fuck being the richest nigga in the cemetery
  [Verse 2:]
  I'm rich, bitch I'm on my rich ass shit
  Blow a thousand hundred quick now these bitches on my
  dick mama
  Conceive the ballin' she was pregnant in the mall
  Said her water broke at sax fifth I was born to ball
  Garage looking like a theme park
  Every day I got a new tron
  Eyes on ring that's a neutron
  Fucking all these hoes you mad 'cause you can't
  I'm ballin' till I'm hurt Derrick Rose
  My bitches clean cut Amber Rose
  Twin four door sixes send 'em both of those
  Neighbours calling us ghosts busters
  'Cause they seen so many ghosts
  [Hook: x2]
  Fuck being the richest nigga in the cemetery
  6 million ways just to blow this money
  6 million ways just to blow this money
  Fuck being the richest nigga in the cemetery

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  In My Lifeshow lyrics

  In My Life

  Trials and tribulation y'all
  Don't do alot
  But everybody got problems ya know
  [Verse:]
  In my lifetime I did slight time
  Running from the police in the night time
  Southside jamaica queens journey through life
  The ball drop all your hear is shots right through the
  night
  Baby mothers going senile
  Lonely nights baby father in the p now
  That's the hood for ya
  Lil homies dying over hood stardom
  And the street and re-up fore they brush they teeth,
  listen
  I'm tired of my stupid ass p.o
  And I'm a party when I max off the stable road
  Thou shall not kill and kill over pettyness
  Botched robbery you hit with the 4 5th
  Don't be a victim of society
  I'l pull the trigger if these haters keep tryin me
  We live by hood rules and g codes
  The strap jam on you nigga hit the floor
  My life is real no fiction
  True story
  [Verse:]
  Wake up snatch my son off his elmo potty
  I'm on my 1 and 2's I gotta get this money
  They say the eyes are the gateway to your soul
  Keep your head up out there the streets is cold
  And, pain is suffering of the mind
  All the stress might kill you in due time
  Lil homie I hope you use a latex
  Cause it's a wrap when it comes to that aids shit
  Yeaaaaaaaa
  The streets respect violence
  For the loudmouth killers and the shooters that's
  silent
  Make americas most and laugh about it
  Doin robo just time and never ratted
  Do you believe kamesha richards died over pampers
  Her best friend kayla killed her over 20 dollars
  So id rather be feared than be loved
  Friends are fickle kobe shaked up in them handcuffs

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  1.5 Million

  [Verse 1:]
  1, 5 million, 1.4 made a big splash
  Turn a half and the godfather fill with hash
  We autobahn speed demons
  Autobahn bitches eatting it
  My neck lit up like a christmas caorl
  Shorty barely legal but she holding the barrel
  Another gun charge is a fed case
  C4 in the c.a car detonate
  That's a sosa hit
  My bitch dirty but the bitch bad
  Dirty harry mag in the chole bag put you in a bag
  Yea I'm out the hood so a nigga out his element
  Eat a model out for the hell of it
  Niggaz want beef we can settle it
  Just bought 5 straps today
  And I ain't sellin shit nigga
  [Chorus: x2]
  They think it's only beef in the booth
  They killed the homie when you gon shoot
  It's been a minute when you gon shoot
  Have a a, ak put his head in a noose
  [Verse 2:]
  Will a nigga sell his soul just to get his mans back
  Don't bust it up in the club models il fall back
  I been at the top, the bottom feel crazy though
  Lord knows I miss them shady tours getting crazy dough
  Me and the homies don't kick it no more
  My baby mama tripping saying so he hit the door
  Money and these bitches taxes eat you alive man
  Websites attack you when you shine man
  Yea f these niggaz, f these bitches
  Ferrari ff dream for the road to riches, yea
  It's lonely at the top
  It's just me and my dutch dutch
  Bad bitch, jag ship ducking the numbnuts
  Real niggaz dying for the shit they got on
  Reach for my medallion, it's the lion shotgun plated
  that megaton to your dome
  [Chorus x2]

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  Lean & Mollyshow lyrics

  Lean & Molly

  We got that lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  My whole hood is tripping
  My whole hood like Molly's
  Strap in or jeans
  My pants keep on falling
  Got whooces on my
  Forces in my edgy
  I pull in them pocalite
  Them holding on one spin
  Squash my mosh on
  Just pop in
  Totally watch it
  .on that bitch
  Decides on your nagging
  Give a
  Shitting nigger with a barbeque
  Cuffing the younger bitches
  Take her panties off
  We got that lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  I put my fingertips in the back
  I got that lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  Pouring liquor and forget homies
  Then popping allies with these mad bitches
  You know that strap I always keep it on me
  In a steam ass for the stitches
  I'm in that bang tube, the future
  The loran, pull up, roll up
  Those grow up in them hoes days
  And showing them, he hoped
  Thegone sleaze
  Taking pussy like IDT
  Catch a cold better ice in these
  Full thing got shotgun
  Keep going
  Molly dolly
  In the tease
  Pussy showed up in it
  Air so thick
  You would think you wasn't in it
  Got a tyro in her
  That girl is on fire
  Slip her off her tang
  Her ass I admire
  I got that lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's
  That lean and Molly's

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  Scarfaceshow lyrics

  Scarface

  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

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  Scared Money

  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

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  Shooters For Hire

  [Chorus x3: Tony Yayo]
  4 in the morning jump out some good pussy
  Some real good pussy my nigga really evil
  Take off the condom throw on the teflon
  Load up the eagle and jump in the regal
  [Tony Yayo:]
  It's 4.40, it's about to be 5
  I ain't even brushed my teeth low in the hoop ride
  Mash through the projects I'm all through the bricks
  I see this bitch nigga ahmmm about pussy
  6.01 faggot nigga it's done, brrrrrrrraaaat
  From the scorpion
  Yellow tape boxed em up this nigga is done
  Have a cheap ass funeral for low ass pussy
  War boy that's what you dying for
  King of the jungle I rip you with my lion paw
  What you think that iron for
  Try me now I'm pump faking
  Hit you with the double pole
  Have your whole fleet shaking
  [Hook: Tony Yayo]
  I need shooters for hire
  Fill the application
  I need shooters for hire
  These niggaz be pussy
  I need shooters for hire
  I'm spending big money
  I need shooters for hire
  Cause niggaz act pussy
  [Bridge: x4]
  Who you stab, who you kill
  Who you shot nigga
  [Uncle Murda:]
  Shoot em up bang bang, shoot em up bang bang
  Make every bullet hit his head I wanna see his brains hang
  See if you starpped you got to use that burner
  You wanna roll with us you gotta be down to commit a murder
  I ain't impressed by ya ice grill nigga
  I got to know who gets stabbed, shot or killed nigga
  Another note shits low on first
  Hustlers robbing niggaz cause they can't get no work
  For real son respect the recession
  Don't wear ya jewellery if you ain; t got ypur gun to protect it
  Cause on the strip like where that cocaine at
  They talking how yung berg never getting his chain back
  Geah g-unit on that street shit
  We looking for niggaz to kill niggaz we got beef with
  It ain't like we can't do it ourselves
  But we getting moiney it's nothing to hire a lil help
  [Chorus]

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  Shades

  [Chorus:]
  I wear my shades when the sun ain't shining
  The sun ain't shining
  In them louie designers draped in diamonds
  Blowing the finest
  New york city party till sun rising
  Till sun rising
  It's 1 in the morning and them bottles is poppin
  Big shit popping
  [Verse 1:]
  Share champagne, glasses collide
  A pack of pretty girls fat asses collide
  I'm in the a, met a c.p.a
  She an independent woman no time to play
  Got the rozay, horse carriage in the park
  But ma never stoke you cause a pimp play his part
  She in that sequence boostiea
  In them bleached out j-prints her ass look fake
  Flexible like rose acosta
  A hard body shipped out I'l hold a toaster
  A move them like my name was sosa
  So them dimes and them 20's wanna give me that chocha
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 2:]
  Those ain't rolex diamonds what the fuck you done to that
  Perfection in queens throw about 10 stacks
  I toast the mortgage money rozay spillin on me
  Michael jackson playin, p.y.t's is feelin on
  Pretty young thing, I was wondering
  If we could fly through a cloud towards london
  Fridays like a thanksgiving feast
  And saturday feel like a warm christmas eve
  Cause it's nuttin but trees lit up, my neck v'd up
  V12 model bitch, to suck my seed up
  I kick my feet up on the sun seeker
  Bad meter, blunt and a sangria
  [Chorus]
  Heeeeyy, hoooooooe [x5]

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  Sleep Walk

  It's the unit
  [Chorus: x3]
  This for my homies on the eastside
  And all my homies on the westside
  We sleepwalking getting money
  We sleepwalking getting money
  My city never sleep we sleepwalking getting money
  [Verse 1:]
  Pour out a little liquor r.I.p to michael jackson
  You nobody to you die they said it on wax the
  G-unit facture, I dream about jacksons
  And benjamins too, my benz marine blue
  600, stay blunted, move like a man wanted
  A fugitive mind with nothing but crime on it
  And I'm tired of these youtube gangstas
  Run up on me I shoot the nigga with the camera
  Dubai scenery, touch the sky
  Baby girl that's a hotel that touch the sky
  I pop a bottle, and the whole club looking
  Cause it's the size of the nigga mean muggin
  [Chorus x2]
  [Verse 2:]
  We I sleep I don't count sheep I count stacks
  I need box office money so I'm learning how to act
  20 grand in hermez that's the tmz stumped
  See me on tv my swaggas what they want
  The strap be plastic or all metal guns
  Look down my barrel boy here the devil comes
  Louie headband, smoking headband
  I'm a rockstar girls when the jet land
  New louies, match the luggage
  Everybody rap now homie get a budget
  I got tour dates so I'm feeling sluggish
  But it's all for the money so you know the boy love it

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  Shot Caller

  [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

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  Smoke Break

  I put my pen to the pad and complete the objective
  And tell me life through a hood perspective
  I hit a nigga close range calm and collective
  My lex park it self I throw on my vest quick
  I live like a crime figure, my money loong
  I got ya baby moms in the aspen, skiing in a thong
  You niggas dead wrong, your diamonds dead wrong
  My diamonds like conflict you reach you lose a arm
  My brain blown off that brain dead homess
  That red light you smoking on that home grown
  I'm in my own zone 44 all chrome
  1 shot I'll have you leaking out chromozones
  Big niggas wanna shot the 5
  Lil niggas wanna shot 4 5's
  So whoo kids about the greatest alive
  Man I'm tryna just stay alive
  I got my anti sagging, 44 magnum

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  Smileshow lyrics

  Smile

  [50 cent speakin]
  Yeah, sumptin special you know, sumptin epic
  Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't wanna see you smile baby
  [50 cent singin]
  Woo, I wana be the reason you smile
  I wanna be the reason you smileeeee
  I wanna be the reason you smile
  After you wipe away your tears an dry your eyes
  [Verse One - Lloyd Banks]
  I'm gettin the feelin you wana take revenge
  From the conversations were havin an the way it ends
  You wanna discuss me infront of your lady friends
  That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
  It all depends maybe if we make amense
  We can start from scratch, learn to control your temper
  An remarks can back
  We plan to be patonic with the hearts intact
  So everytime we seperate somebodys marchin back
  Your amazin in the sack
  Eyes splatter like ya asian but ya black
  God bless whoever gave you all of that
  If you seen her from the back you'd understand why they stare like that
  It ain't a thought of what's holes the lords knows
  Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
  An I ain't gotta say nothin she just knows
  By the way I'm lookin at her to take off all her clothes
  Up an down...
  [Chorus - Lloyd Banks (50 cent)]
  Whenever I'm not around and you're feelin down
  I wanna bring you joy and be
  (Be the reason you smile)
  I don't wana see you frown like them kids
  Watch 'em clown, I wanna bring you joy and be
  (Be the reason you smile)
  Baby you know my style, you know how I get down
  Provide by any means to be
  (Be the reason you smile)
  We done been through them ups an downs
  Had drama for a while, I'm just happy I'm around to be
  (Be the reason you smile)
  [Verse Two - Lloyd Banks]
  The main reason I been lookin at you pityful
  Kinda hard to have for this shit that I done did to you
  Violated and took you into a crib or two
  I've come clean to be a bigger individual
  Even though ya visable the eve when I visit you
  Kinda makes me feel lucky cause I see niggaz when ya teasin with ya physical
  She wanna wreck up her womb but I ain't got no room left
  My section ain't princess
  My foreign chick bad but she bitchless, plus it's hard to commincate
  Cause she don't speak in no english
  I've been around the world state to state
  But now I'm back bustin in ya bathroom
  Got you laughin at ya shower cap, let's get it on
  Cause I'm leavin in an hour infact it don't matter she's mad
  Even when I holla back
  All I really need is your attention for a little while an
  I betchu I can make you smile

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  So Special (remix)

  [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

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  Smokin' Now

  [Intro: Tony Yayo (Young Buck) {DJ Whoo Kid}]
  Yeah! (uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooooooh!) {CAN'T FORGET YOUNG BUCK!}
  Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
  Yeah! {"BUCK THE WORLD"!} (YEAH!)
  Listen! {LET'S GO!} [gunshot]
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo (Young Buck)]
  Niggas is totin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!)
  Niggas is smokin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!)
  Niggas is jokin' now. (HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!) {ALL STAR...}
  Niggas is totin' now. (LET'S GOOOO!) {WEEKEND!} [shot]
  [Tony Yayo (Young Buck):]
  G-Unit in the house now show some love.
  I got my spur in the lot - and my strap in the club. (COME ON!)
  I Used to sip on Bub. - now it's Cristal Rose
  And shorty dancin' all on my pistal nose. (HAHAAAAAA!) {COME ON!} [gunshot]
  I got the - hydro burnin', got the burner and the stash
  When I leave this club - it's gauranteed ass! (whooo!)
  My niggas ain't ask they all straped Up
  Make one false move get your ass clapped Up! (BOOM!)
  We get that dough, diamonds glow, holes in my vehicle
  Forty-fo', act a fo, nigga I'm seein' you. (YEAH!) [gunshot]
  And don't ask 50 if Tony's rich! (Naaaaah!)
  I got a dog named dollar like - Richie Rich. (YOOOOO!) {HAHA!}
  And I don't love hoes! - Fuck a bitch!
  Nigga you a pimp, you not supposed to trick! (hahaaaaa!)
  If that's a rolex it's not supposed to tick,
  I got so many hoes, I need another dick! - Yeeeeeah! (COME ON!)
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo (Young Buck)]
  Niggas is smokin' now. (LET'S GO!) {"OFF PAPERS"!}
  Niggas is totin' now. (WHATTUP NIGGAS?) ("DJ Whoo Kid... on Hot97! ")
  Niggas is jokin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!) {G-UNIT RADIO!}
  Niggas is totin' now. {DAMN!} [gunshot]
  [Young Buck:]
  Desert Eagle! - Red monkeys, wife beater. (YEAH!)
  A gang leader with' your bitch in her two seater. (C'MON!)
  Dirty nigga! - Tattoos, bullet wounds (HEEEEY!)
  Hollowtips. - We comin' to your hood soon. (HEEEY!) [shot] {Whoooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
  Dope money! - Rap money, your money! (WHAT?)
  Death to the niggas that whoever stole from me {"BUCK THE WORLD"!}
  Soldier! - Battlefield, frontline. (LINE!)
  Shotguns! - AK's! Glock nines! [2 gunshots] (YEEEEEEEAH!)
  Hustla! {DAMN!} - Balla, big boss! (HUH?)
  Broke niggas! - Bitch niggas get lost!
  Crack babies! - Base heads, dope fiens! (DOPE FIENDS!)
  Come on, I thought this was the "American Dream". (AAAAAIGHT!) {Whoooo!}
  Heroin! - Cocaine, PCP! (WHAT?)
  Angel dust! - X pills, LSD! (LSD!)
  Fuck with' me! - Show me love, holla back! (HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!) {Whooooooooooooooooooo}
  Mexicans! - White people and the blacks. - Come on! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo (Young Buck)]
  Niggas is smokin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!) {SHA MONEY... XL!}
  Niggas is totin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!)
  Niggas is jokin' now. (HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!)

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  Off Papers Intro

  [Interlude:]
  [P.O. Jones:] All right! [coughs] Listen up! Which one of you jokes is Marvin Bernard? Marvin Bernard?
  [Tony Yayo:] That's me, that's me...
  [P.O. Jones:] Bernard, Marvin!
  [Tony Yayo:] That's ME!
  [P.O. Jones:] Marvin Berna...
  [Tony Yayo:] THAT'S ME! I got you...
  [P.O. Jones:] Yeah!
  [Tony Yayo:] I got you...
  [P.O. Jones:] Aight.
  [Tony Yayo:] P.O. Jones! I got you, it's me! [door opens then shuts]
  [P.O. Jones:] All right!
  [Tony Yayo:] Psssssss...
  [P.O. Jones:] Have a seat.
  [Tony Yayo:] How you doin'?
  [P.O. Jones:] Have a seat, now uuuh... [paper clinks]
  I've seen your face alot in the papers lately, kid?
  [Tony Yayo:] Nah, not me, man.
  [P.O. Jones:] All right, yeah?
  [Tony Yayo:] I'm just... I don't know what's goin' on lately...
  [P.O. Jones:] Well uuh... [beat starts]
  [Tony Yayo:] Nobody put my face in the papers.
  [P.O. Jones:] Need to cool it out. [paper clinks]
  What's-what's with... this Busta Rhymes thing here? [paper clinks]
  [Tony Yayo:] I-I, I don't have nothin' to do with that. I haven't been doin' nothin'!
  [P.O. Jones:] You think I'm gon' fly over these stupid fucks?
  [Tony Yayo:] I'm stayin' outta trouble, I do my drug-program.

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  Obama

  [Verse 1:]
  100 strikes like frank castles
  We fillet minjong at white castle
  4-10 cause I don't like to wrestle
  My bitch a 10 and she'll blast you
  I use food stamps in the streets yo
  Now I gotta cool ranch like doritos
  Spending euros, flashing bankrolls
  In the louie store, with a centre fold
  Real classy chick, good hygiene
  You know what I mean, jay redd jeans
  So there's money in the bing, ice crystals in the ring
  Boss, I could sneak a pistol in the bing
  You a king, I'm achilles, roll up the phillies
  I behead a nigga with the semi
  [Chorus: x2]
  I got that white that sammy sosa
  X pills call em lady gaga
  Dope bags is stamped obama
  We gettin money, gettin money, yeaa
  [Verse 2:]
  Real niggaz coming home wonder what they missing
  Drive by the strip the hood dissappearing
  First day home shaun broke curfew
  A repetitive criminal mind it I'll curse you
  But fuck parole mild treatment
  He headed outta town and he bout to hit a sweet lick
  3 brick of that raw heroine
  Him and money gotta bond taking risks ain't a thing
  His p.o call him he say report in
  Shaun like fuck that I'm balling
  It's 3 o'clock time to make the dead drop
  55 keys I'l take him to the top
  Bump the d.e.a and f.b.I
  He cookin up meth with a white cutie pie

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  Die Slow

  [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

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  Obama Weed (skit)

  [Howard Fineman:]
  I think it's an accepted part of the culture now.
  I think for... one of the reasons why Barack Obama is so popular,..
  Especially among younger people,..
  Is that he seems so real.
  He seems to acknowlodge reality and things.
  It's kind of, almost like a dog-whistle kind of thing.
  Older people can't hear it, younger peope hear it!
  And that's one of the things that they hear.
  He seems to be willing to be honest.
  [Barack Obama:]
  Look, Bob! You know? I...
  When I was a kid, I-I, I...
  I INHALED... uhm... frequently!

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  Now A Dayz

  G-unit
  [Intro:]
  Life is what you make it
  Some niggaz get money, some niggaz is hungry
  That's just the way life is
  Nigga life is a gamble nigga roll the dice
  If the fed kick the door then they snatch your life
  And it ain't my fault half the world is hating me
  The trunk of the ride got more pies than denny do
  [Verse:]
  You get jacked at the lights brains all in your beamer
  Lay flat for the doe like a case addida
  Yo my truck got the phantom front, it got a nose job
  You rappers hate me but I'm in your kids ipod
  Stunt hard, hard in a boat, boats in the marina
  Shit with the fif sleep with the nina
  In that bulletproof truck, with a case of crystal
  Shoot out my tyres I'm good for 90 miles
  [Chorus:]
  Now a dayz everybody is a killer
  But who you stab, who you shot, who wig you pop
  Lil niggaz on the street pullin triggers
  I take your chain and your watch and I run on your drop
  Hard niggaz, soft niggaz they be killers
  Rep your set and your squad and your boulevard
  Cause now a dayz everybody is a killer
  [Verse:]
  Yo I'm still in the projects ask mama sour
  House money on my neck nigga plot you die
  Lay em spray to the head in that landrover jeep
  With these 3 bad freak in my 3rd row seats
  My lawyer money long I could beat the charge
  And my hitman dress in them wigs and bras
  Yo word to my mama son, nigga I'm the one
  My mussle loaders on osamas gun
  That's an aks, 74u, in the phantom ex the color of mountain dew
  I done danced with the devil, and spoke to god
  I'm in 4 times stones with the bezzel chapar
  I got a fresh ar but the calico moldy
  That's 81 shots to your team like goldie
  Yay is an og, export rollie
  Now that I'm off yo I'm done playin low key
  Catch me on a jet ski, hand where my tech be
  A 100 on my neck b, don't disrespect me
  Hennessy viper, bulletproof coupe
  The younger they are, the better they shoot

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  Don't Take It There (remix)

  [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

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  Bump Heads

  [50 Cent]
  Yeah, Shady, Hahahaha
  G G G G G G G G-Unit
  [Eminem]
  Here we go again
  [50 Cent]
  Does it make you mad when I switch my flow?
  You can't understand how I get my dough
  50 Cent I'm on fire cause Shady said so
  I'm on fire
  (Eminem)
  Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne
  I just get on the track and try to set the tone
  I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone
  But don't compare me
  I'm better off jus' left alone
  And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales
  I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
  Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12
  Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail
  And livin wreckless
  But if you go check my belt
  You may see something else I used to protect myself
  A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells
  And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel
  And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
  Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
  And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
  But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind
  That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX
  Then he switched to 'Pac now he's tryna be him next
  So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael
  Juss keep singin' the same song, recycled
  We'd all much rather get along and fight you
  Me and Hailie danced to your songs we liked you
  And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth
  C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you
  I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to
  But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you
  Killin' you fasta than you poppin' pill afta little pill of them tabs of that
  shit you on
  But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you
  on it
  But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta
  We bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants to
  So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk?
  When I walked up to you like, Ja what up dawg?
  How come you didn't say you had a problem then?
  When you was standin' there wit all your men, we coulda solved this then
  I'ma grown man dawg come holla
  All you did was slapdance, smile and swallow,
  another one of them little X pills in front of me
  And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be come on
  [50 Cent]
  [Chorus]
  I know you don't want it with me
  You know you don't want it with me
  You, talk an' you soon will see
  You don't wanna bump heads with me
  I know you don't want it with me
  You, talk an' you soon you will see
  You know you don't want it with me
  [Tony Yayo]
  You couldn't son me if my father helped you
  My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you
  Ja you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you
  Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol
  I clap at your ass with this chrome 38
  And put six thru your hats of seven 3/8
  Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you should shook night
  I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike
  You know and I know who took ya chain
  You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid
  I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail
  You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Seigel, bitch
  [50 Cent]
  [Chorus]
  I know you don't want it with me
  You know you don't want it with me
  You, talk an' you soon will see
  You don't wanna bump heads with me
  I know you don't want it with me
  You, talk an' you soon you will see
  You know you don't want it with me
  [Lloyd Banks]
  Fuck that I'm miles away
  And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
  I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man
  Tellin' New York, even in Compton they understand
  I'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate out tha game an'...
  They see me more pop a boy for icey 'cause I could
  Shootin' guns for money you probably forgot your way around the hood
  Bitch when you paranoid it's hard to make a song
  Now you want it wit' us, half your artists got to make a point
  Every magazine I own your on your knees takin' prayer picture
  And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitches
  You don't know nuttin' about what pain is sucka
  I'll put your ass to the ground like a train conductor, muh'fucker
  [50 Cent]
  [Chorus]
  I know you don't want it with me
  You know you don't want it with me
  You, talk an' you soon will see
  You don't wanna bump heads with me
  I know you don't want it with me
  You, talk an' you soon you will see
  You know you don't want it with me
  [Tony Yayo]
  Yeah nigga yeah
  Shady Aftermath G-Unit
  Fuck you think they call us G Unit for
  Cause we move units uhha
  Don't think we ain't billin you for this motherfucking studio time
  A matter a fact keep call it a 50 we'll call it even

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  No Safe Haven

  [Chorus:]
  This ain't no safe heaven for these hoes, for these hoes
  It's face down ass up girl you know how the story goes, story goes
  I said this ain't no safe heaven for no bitch, for no bitch
  It's g'zz up hoes down bitch go make a nigga rich, make me rich
  [Verse:]
  Yea bitch ride, bitch ride
  Be my fake dunaway like bonnie and clyde
  Look, my swag is cool I cruise with a lean
  With a dime young thing outta smooth magazine
  Trap niggas local I done bein on jimmy kimmel
  Now your bm is a nympho of that ornage county indo
  It's all real simple you know how a pimp do
  I'm in cobbo with a homeless seregant timbo
  Fat ass cute with the dimples
  Pigeon toed but I don't love these hoes
  I take off the hermeez and put it in her stomach
  She's likes jesus christ his jeans are 800

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  Goin' In

  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

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  Get Toughed In The Hood

  [Tony Yayo:]
  Yeah Nigga Tony Yayo, Second Quarter
  You Know What It Is Nigga
  I'm Comin' Man
  I'm Takin' Over This Rap Shit Man
  Its My Time To Shine
  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
  You Want War? My Gang Like Saddamm And Bush
  My Money Long With Acres And Gourmet Cooks
  I Got Grams In My Hands And Coke In My Nails
  Cause My Ten Fingers Stay On Them Digital Scales
  [Whoo Kid:] Bring It Back
  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
  You Want War? My Gang Like Saddamm And Bush
  My Money Long With Acres And Gourmet Cooks
  I Got Grams In My Hands And Coke In My Nails
  Cause My Ten Fingers Stay On Them Digital Scales
  Homie Real Recognize Real Fake Is Fake
  But One Hand Wash Another So My Team Is Great
  Now I'm Headed Out Of State
  Competition Is Glad
  I'm Ot Sellin' Ds Twenty Five A Bag
  You Want Me Knocked Up
  50 Shot Up
  Banks And Buck Broke So You Can Gossip
  I'm On The Block With More Peices Than A Family Size Bucket
  Been To Jail Before And Learned Shit From It
  Chinchilla Furs My Niggas Toast In Minks
  And My Lawyers Get Cheese To Approach The Bench
  I'm In Big Boy Jail Now With Peter Gotti
  And Them World Trade Niggas That Blew The Lobby
  Toast To Beef
  I'll Have Your Brains All In The Streets
  Coke, Alize
  My Game Have You High For Weeks
  You Stuck In The Hood
  For Niggas That Stuck In The Hood

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  No Teeth No Names

  What the fuck does that mean man
  I dropped outta school nigga
  I'm still rich though
  Yo lodo count that 50 thousand over there man
  Know how we do it that's truck money nigga
  Y'all rappers is broke
  Ha ha, shit I'm just goin platinum nigga
  But I really don't give a fuck nigga
  Fo freal fo real
  I'm in a jet while 50 doin a movie
  Ay yo ay yo
  I hate all laws fuck the time that the feds giving
  Night vision on the tool I'l hit a stool pigeon
  Armed and dangerous, armed on these streets
  Streetsweep in the jeep, vest on a scronny phsyique
  Haters don't speak when the kid come around
  It only take 2 minutes for my maack to cool down
  Take a ride towards hell on a trail to the riches
  Your plans on fail, get them niggaz
  Nigga look at the diamonds and wonder what it cost
  The way that I rhyme I got my fans brain washed
  I got in the porsche, I got leather in the porsche
  When I drop the top I look better in the porsche
  [Chorus:]
  Don't play in the streets cause the streets is no game
  Don't wear that watch, don't rock that chain
  Don't talk to the cops, don't hate on ya team
  Cause people end up with no teeth and no names
  Cause people end up with no teeth and no names

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  Hate Blog

  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

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  Gun Powder Intro

  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

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  Gun Jam

  [Eminem:]
  Whoooo Kiiiid! [echoes]
  [Beat starts]
  [Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
  YEAH! [echoes]
  This is just my intro! [echoes]
  It's Sirius man, this is Sirius Radio right here! [echoes] {SHADE 45!}
  Grrrr! [echoes]
  GGG-GGG- G-Unit... [echoes] Radio! [echoes]
  Shaaady! [echoes] {CAN'T FORGET...}
  Haha! [echoes] {PAUL ROSENBERG!}
  Just givin' 'em a little somethin', somethin'! [echoes] {Eminem!}
  [50 Cent:]
  You screamin' ya gun jam! - Nigga your gun ain't jam [gunshot]
  They let off ya bitch ass ran!
  You screamin' ya gun jam! {Whooooooooooooo!}
  I know your type fam - you pussy I understand!
  You screamin' your gun jam! - You run when the shots [gunshot] fire
  You scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet! {COME ON!}
  Intensive care Unit after niggas get sprayed up
  Jamaica Hospital 3rd floor when you layed up!
  50? service is? make sure your bills get paid up
  So it's 9-1-1, when you see my gun! [gunshot] {50 Cent!}
  I'm popular nigga the police know me
  Just cause of this rap shit I'm rich now homie. {Whoooooo!}
  Man when you not around I got your bitch all on me
  She want to be my wife now, she like my lifestyle. [Eminem:] (˝DJ Whoooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! ˝)
  My shotty bumpin' it's the sweetest taboo
  I play something smooth when I stunt in my Coupe.
  Oooooooh! Youuuuuu! - You know these niggas ain't like me
  Everything I say I got in these raps I got bee. {DAMN!}
  The cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools, [gun cocks]
  The.9's, [shot] the Tecs, the Macks, [gun cocks] ooooooohhh! [automatic gunshots]
  The burners! The Gats! [shot] Man if you confused,
  I'll send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you! [shot]
  I rock G-Unit {Whooooo!} hats - hoodies and shoes
  Got "G-Unit" tattoed on my bitch too!
  I drink G-Unit Water! Watchin' G-Unit porn!
  This is ShaDE 45, nigga G-Unit on! [shot] {WHAAAA'?}
  [Interlude: Mike Epps]
  Fuck the C.O's!
  Fuck all of 'em, makin' money off of niggas!
  They just mad Yayo, cause they can't make no more money off of you!
  They was makin' a, a... a percentage off your head every day in there!
  Now you makin' off of them!

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  Gucci Duffle Bag

  [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

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  I Stay Strapped

  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

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  I Run New York

  [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...

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  Horror Movie (remix)

  [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

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  Haters

  to all my haters, all my haters, all my haters,
  Yeah, Yeah, Fuck i'm tryin to kick b*tch
  ... i ball a key, ...
  bad b---h my passport need pages for the next trip
  fall asleep you got the car that you're always dream of
  i keep the ..under the ... and they love me, love me
  fast cars loose women living the high life
  we bust bottle smoke we all night...
  2 x chorus:
  all we do is cut with the paper, paper,
  the ball ...n---a haters, haters
  can't take it when they see the money make us
  we make up
  uh lot of money, uhh, lot of money.
  .. all the haters, all the small .. a little later
  yeah i ...in the ..
  please ..i had my mind, work ...as a diamond
  got a b*tch .. like a new..
  counting on my knee money and i ain't magic city
  b---h i'm shawty, born on .. don't wanna ..
  b---h i'm .. but i will take it...with me.
  2 x chorus:
  all we do is cut with the paper, paper,
  the ball ...n---a haters, haters
  can't take it when they see the money make us
  we make up
  uh lot of money, uhh, lot of money.
  attracted to the money like bees on honey
  i swag on .. cash on ..
  i 'm waiting more than you ...for a hundred pocket ..
  play for the last .. all the pills, my skill, all for real
  i just can't ..i'm on the ... i'm on the whole other ..
  i ain't got time to reconcern with you asswhole,
  so far ahead i'm sitting down waiting
  i feel your frustration for my very ..

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  Somebody Snitched On Me

  [Chorus: x2]
  Officer rickyyy
  Officer rickyyy
  Officer rickyyy
  Yeaaa
  [Verse:]
  Yea I never had drama with the cops
  But I larry davis rick ross ass with the glock
  Your life is fabricated, what bricks you moving
  Homie ask e-class I'm known for shooting
  I just spoke to sha money, sha spoke to makazo
  Niggaz fuck with rick ross, hell no he po po
  He the next ja rule, and khaled be hating
  Remember last time pussy at the radio station
  You fuck boy peons, your swaggering odion
  That maybach 57 is looking like a neon
  You youtube gangsta, hoe ass nigga
  I call in castalaneu, shells in you abdominal
  And I hear that haitian nigga on your track
  But I just got of the jack, with haitian jack
  I got the mac, miami is the 2 2 3
  You lose a body part nigga fucking with me
  [Chorus x2]
  [Verse:]
  My clothes got the carridge and the horse on it
  Hermeez I look like a boos in it
  Sex, drugs, money and them fed boys
  The porsche performing like ron on steroids
  You got def jam lookin like the ford building
  A c.o, talking bout drug dealing
  A lil londons on that potty nigga
  I'm going hard tryna see that bugatti dealer
  I got that auto matic shotty nigga
  I catch a body nigga
  My lawyer got me in cobo with a hottie nigga
  And me and fif is like jordan and scotty nigga
  Yea I'm on the streets, you the police
  That 57 don't even got plane seats
  I thought jay taught you, that's your big homie
  Get the 62, step it up dummy
  Dumb motherfucker, you ain't even got plane seats
  Spent all that money on that 57 nigga
  Don't fool the public nigga
  62 is for a boss
  Ask jay nigga, ask your boss jay-z nigga

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  Southside

  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

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  Stay Strapped

  Money make a girl full of that [x8]
  Jesus died on a cross next to criminals
  45 a.c.p by the genitals
  In this modifying,
  A silent homenage execution style right between the eyes
  Mint suite 2 brazillians bitches hopped out
  They wanna stop my balling, lock out
  Recession, heart full of turmoil
  Niggaz try to take yours let them bullets burn on you
  Fake friends turn out to be hoe niggaz
  20 mill in liquid funds I show niggaz
  El chapo rich through the pipe line
  They eye rate they hate from the sidelines
  I grab the world by the fucking shoulders
  If everybody bossed up, who the fucking soldiers
  I'm in vegas nevada in a cosmo
  Me and p-reala got 20 hoes
  Fo sho
  [Chorus:]
  Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
  I only bring it out when I see a baby mama
  Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
  I only bring it out when I see a baby mama
  Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
  I stay strapped up when I see a baby mama
  Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
  I stay strapped up when I see a baby mama
  Yea when I see a baby mama nigga
  I'm in far rockaway
  Edeman handles or sumthin
  Red fur I need that marlon rockwell that big shit
  Ya feel me
  Southside jamaica I make that 4-10 revolve
  Hold shotgun shells and shit
  Merrick boulevard I take a uzi them nigga sneaky
  Ya feel me
  Haha, nigga know his guns and shit man
  Gpg 4 outlaws nigga

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  Straight Outta Southside

  [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.

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  Southside To Bedstuy

  [Tony Yayo:]
  These rappers talkin bout fast cars and kilos
  That caviar prosche 911 down with kilos
  Let's talk money homie pillows of that brain dead
  When I was broke I had no pillow for my damn head
  Damn rich I got a little money on my head
  That's chump change og, I'm not dead
  My angels turn my tears to a bright smile
  I binged out doin time on rikers isle
  I'm in a challenger, high with my honey bunch
  Flip flop colour, the dodge is hawaiian punch
  Them fiends want lunch, I give em dog food
  Run up on my whip, you be the lords food
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  I ain't out here chasing my dick I'm chasing paper
  And when you make too much these niggaz they learn to hate ya
  You are a hater I'm a hermeez draper
  A jimmy tabinni and a new lamborghini
  These haterz wanna be me, your bitch I'm a scrape her
  Mad at me cause I'm all about paper
  Paper, paper
  Mad at me cause I'm all about paper
  Paper, paper
  Mad at me cause I'm all about paper
  [Maino:]
  I could see it in your eyes that you niggaz really hateful
  It hurt you too see me and I ain't in that shell suit
  I ain't in that big yard, I ain't in that mess hall
  I ain't even think that, I would make it this far
  Ain't life strange though, look at how it changed though
  You don't even like me the bitch love maino
  She love how my chain glow, love when my shirt off
  Sl drop no top baby shirt off
  Runnin through the city pants half down half up
  We get money pussy niggaz get they eyes shut
  Black bandana on my right wrist tied up
  You still chasing pussy while pussy tryna find us

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  Southside To Far Rock

  [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

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  Swagga Like Us

  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

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  Swagga Official

  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

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  Tattle Teller

  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

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  We Don't Give A Fuck

  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

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  Love My Style

  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

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  Tony Yayo

  [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]

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  Ok, You're Right

  [Intro:]
  OK, OK, OK!
  OK, OK, OK! [screwed]
  OK, OK, OK!
  OK, OK, OK! [screwed]
  [Chorus:]
  When they talk about me, they say I be tripping (YEAH!)
  What they say about doesn't make me mad (nah nah!)
  I think they hating 'cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah!)
  Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (nah nah!)
  OK, alright (they sick)
  OK, you're right (I'm rich)
  OK, alright (I grind)
  OK, you're right (for mine)
  [Verse 1:]
  I'm in that 760 leaning when I'm stunting
  I blow 50 gs, I mean with ease like this is nothing
  Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking to my jeweler
  He's putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
  Me, I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
  Come through, hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
  Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back
  They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
  See me in the club, I got that henny and that yak
  A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
  By the second bottle, that's when I just get to buzzing
  I say I run new york and ain't nobody saying nothing
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 2:]
  I blew a hundred gs on my bitches in miami
  They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
  Me, I catch amnesia when you ask me bout the shotty
  I don't even know my name, switching my lanes in my bugatti
  Nigga, I ain't crazy, bitches like me 'cause I'm paid
  They want me, Lebron, Kobe, or Dwyane Wade
  When I say I'm balling, I'm not talking 'bout a ball
  I'm talking about Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
  Niggas, they can hate all they want but they know they like this
  Me, I'm like that painting on the wall, baby, I'm priceless
  You can come and work me over baby on the night shift
  Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get
  [Chorus]
  [Outro:]
  OK, OK, OK!
  Sho' ya right!
  OK, OK, OK! OK!
  Ya know ya right...
  OK, alright! OK, alright!

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  I'm So Hood

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

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  Freestyle Outro

  [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

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  Fresh From Norway

  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

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  Gang Life

  [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!

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  Gang Life Pt.2

  Yo doe,
  We gon keep feeding these niggas
  [Chorus:]
  My fillet minjon I keep it on me
  My fillet minjon to all my shorties
  Yo doe,
  We gon keep feeding these niggas
  Yo doe,
  We gon keep feeding these niggas
  [Chorus:]
  My fillet minjon I keep it on me
  My fillet minjon to all my shorties
  My fillet minjon is a 40
  Well done medium rare death in the air, yea
  [Verse:]
  I'm back on it
  I might squeal on lil niggaz
  I put a baby in his womb I straight kill a nigga
  I'm a gangsta watching life progress
  I love my kids so much I tatt em all on my chest
  I'm in that spiderman, in them cardier lenses
  My gun don't jam I got the peter parker spider senses
  I'm on point, your strap is in your spare tire
  My strap on my lap wrapped in that h attire
  I'm a frequent flyer, met a genie sorceror
  The lear come with the crew like john travolta
  Public enemy, like john dillinger
  I hit a pig in the face with the dillinger
  [Chorus]
  [Verse:]
  45 a.c.p, I shoot a gangsta out his a.c.g
  Bitch nigga please nigga please
  This is for my lex ave niggas
  My southside niggas, my elot niggas counting them niggas
  From central icelint, brentwood to hempstad
  Get tha brick money and, keep them wolves fed
  I twist a swisher, I keep a blicka
  And 2 white girls playing naked twister
  Bulletproof surbuban, 30 shot glock in it
  Pull up at the light, it look like barack in it
  Bentley brooklyn, you know that I'm stalkin it
  With all this beef you know I ain't stoppin it
  [Chorus]
  Nigga don't get fillet minjoned up nigga
  That's the new motto
  Fillet minjon steel on my waist

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  Gangsta Shit

  [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!

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  Gangsta Shorty

  [Tony Yayo:]
  I need a gangsta bitch
  Cause I'm a gangsta nigga
  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
  Some days I'm happy and some I'm not
  You was there for me baby when I was on lock
  And them 8 hour trips really meant alot
  You even called MCI when the phone was blocked
  Listen ma, I ain't tryin' to be ya baby father
  I'll be there when you need me ya knight in shining armor
  Sippin' Malibu loungin' in the Malibu Mountains
  Now we livin' straight no more Section 8 Housing
  Its just me and my bitch you know like Big said
  Take me to exctasy lovin' in the bed
  Do you love me or love that I'm rappin?
  Nah she like that white gold, rose gold, pink gold and platinum
  [Chorus: Olivia]
  Oh I'll do anything for you
  I'll do anything that you want me to
  Cause i'm your gangsta boo
  Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
  Carry that work across town in a day or two
  Cause i'm your gangsta who'll do anything for you
  [Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
  My uptown mami she materialistic
  My BK shorty down to hold the biscuit
  My Qu shorty she one of a kind
  So if you ain't got game don't waste your time
  My down south bitch she keep it crunk
  And my bitch in Cali man she love them blunts
  When it comes to sex baby the kid can last
  I stay real real hard like the calculus glass
  Ma my hands up your shirt girl feelin' on your panties
  Fingers all sticky off that pink cotton candy
  Sexin' on the beach where its hot and sandy
  Apple martinis out in Miami
  [Chorus: Olivia]
  Oh I'll do anything for you
  I'll do anything that you want me to
  Cause i'm your gangsta boo
  Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
  Carry that work across town in a day or two
  Cause i'm your gangsta that'll do anything for you
  [Tony Yayo: Singing]
  We had our share of troubles
  Many more than others
  With a little love and understanding
  We can fly high than any mountain
  Ha ha I'm just playing
  [Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
  What make you a good girl with Gucci on your feet
  Livin' in the club and hangin' in the street
  Keeki a dime she straight from uptown
  She move like Mimi's girls in the Pussy Pound
  And Hera
  I met her in Lord And Taylor
  By Clinique and Mac
  Baby got back
  Whats up with that?
  Don Perigon
  The boots from Batetto Vennetto cost a arm
  [Chorus: Olivia]
  Oh I'll do anything for you
  I'll do anything that you want me to
  Cause i'm your gangsta boo
  Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
  Carry that work across town in a day or two
  Cause i'm your gangsta who'll do anything for you
  [Olivia:]

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  Fuck The World

  03 the unit on top of world
  Now it's 09 nigga fuck the world
  And all the haters tryna say that I'm living in 50's shadow
  But I'm in ireland, switzerland, peru on 50's shadow
  30 thousand euro's, you ever seen that
  My boy tony in london give me bags of that
  Hermeez hightops unbuckle the strap
  Don't step on my foot boy they cost a stack
  How a rap label, switch over to a rock label
  Nowdays c.o's on them hot labels
  The mazarati ridin low cause the body kit
  The doors go up like a mr. miyagi kick
  Haters talk alot of shit, money got alot of it
  I paid alot of dues my son in louie walking shoes
  The game changed since biggie and tupac
  Internet gangstas wanna be tupac
  I smoke a coheeba blunts
  A snake bit me caught fever bumps
  I suck the venom out me, I'm in the denim audi
  Bumpin that lady gaga and that nigga wale
  Nigga know where I be
  In a foreign country, foreign chick with a dunky
  Bum ass niggaz, know I get money
  Talking wreckless on the phone
  Boy crime pays but the feds tapped the phone every 10 days
  Nigga
  Public enemies shit
  This for the haters man
  Ya told me to give y'all more
  Everywhere I go swine flu 1 and 2 y'all like
  Ya know, s.o.d y'all like it
  Righteous kill y'all like it
  Bloody christmas, y'all like it
  Ah ha I ain't playin with y'all niggaz man

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  Fuck Ya'll Niggaz Remix

  [Chorus x3: Tony Yayo]
  Fuck y'all niggaz I murder y'all niggaz
  Body y'all niggaz, clap y'all niggaz
  Fuck y'all niggaz I cut y'all niggaz
  Buck y'all niggaz, touch y'all niggaz
  [Tony Yayo:]
  I got 35 niggaz with 35 guns
  You know the weapons 357's
  35 times 6 that's 210 shots
  Now it's hot, hid from 200 cops
  45 is the weapon I'm a pimp for the jux
  Cause the chain on my neck is an excellent look
  I'm the kid on tv that's still on the corner
  A million dollar nigga with no diploma
  Yo I'm still in the p's drinking c and c soda
  Navy blue timbs match the rims on the rover
  Bentley grill, changed the nose on the 6
  In the strip, it's locked like a blue nose pit
  Everytime I move my lip it's like I'm moving a brick
  You move your weight in your car move my weight on a ship
  God damn, God dammit
  My wrist made dicaprio die in the titanic
  And these haters wanna be me, hoes wanna g me
  50 cal I'l tear the roof of your hemi
  It's t-o-n-y rap tycoon
  Knife in my pocket give your face a half moon
  [Prodigy:]
  I'm ballin hard, my lamborghini flying through these streets
  So fast got your bitch fatty stuck to the seat
  Gotta pocket full of haze, pocket full of condoms
  Cannon on my waist, case there's any problems
  Diamonds on my wrists, them shits always start something
  Then I gotta flip and show you that you all buggin
  Pop shots, nigga when I'm holding
  Everytime I squeeze it sound like an explosion
  [D-Tay:]
  I lay you niggaz down from long range
  Bang biggy bang watch me hit when you flipping
  With that thing dicky thing
  Me and yayo got them yayo it's on the low
  Got my mayo we in them cuios I'm at the door, hoe
  Soon as I get my money you make it to them trucks
  Send a couple of homies back in to tie em up
  This is a robbery mayne give me all your bread
  Oh he don't know where it's at then cut that boy head
  [Lil Fame:]
  You fucking with the m.o.p, marksman professional
  When nigga gotta air your ass out like clarfession
  You bettter be ready with ya metal be if you ever
  Threaten me you gon be out a whole lotta blood checkin me
  Slugs in the street, get checks care about
  Thugs in the street, bitch let's dance
  From your mug to your feet
  Murder murder mo murder pop ya motherufcking collar in
  My whole hood hollering

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  G'd Up

  [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+

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  G-Unit

  (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!!

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  Flexxin

  [Verse 1:]
  Cali weather smoking on a fun pack
  Ny fitted no star on the snap back
  Big blunt ashy and air 3's
  And split dutches quicker than kardasian humphreys
  Beverly suite with a blonde freak
  Hard dick in her mouth bon appetite
  I'm in the streets with it, benz all kitted
  Fuck your street cred nigga anybody get it
  [Chorus:]
  Phantom ghost we flexxin
  20 hoes in the cars mo sexin
  A 100 bottles we flexxin
  Strap full of hollows for protection
  [Verse 2:]
  Multi colored lavins match the crooks and castles
  Homie wanna catch a fade 4 4 blast you
  Money talk, bullshit walk quick
  King of diamonds stripper on hermeez carpet
  Benz with the mr. miyagi doors
  Rains all days mami on menopause
  Yea, we living the life
  Thank God that we living the life
  We ciroc it up then I'm giving her pipe
  You can have her at the end of the night
  Groupie love, you know I'm goin leave her
  See what that groupie just did to justin beaver
  [Chorus x2]
  [Verse 3:]
  She telling me that she is not the average groupie
  Kissing on my neck rosay necked up she feeling loopy
  Wheres my room key
  We in the club flexxin
  Bottles lit up light up the whole section
  We in the club flexxin
  Bottles lit up light up the whole section
  [Chorus x2]

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  Swamp Nigga

  [Tony Yayo: x3]
  Me and my cousins rolling on swishas
  Niggas punk fake we puttin niggas in the ditches
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Snitches call cops, cause I'm a dealer
  Smokin on that strawberry smellin like a killer
  New york niggas, boys ain't playing
  Recession in the street got everybody spraying
  Get the daily news, nigga read about me
  18.5 got the keys and the audi
  Yea I'm in the a, I'm linking up with drama
  Praying that the coke come back like carla
  My bitch from the p's I'm smoking with her mama
  Chopper in the trunk of a brand new hummer
  Niggas from texas sippin that sizzurp
  Niggas from florida sellin that water
  My balarouz niggas got they keys in them corridors
  Blowin like a mortar, streets got them orders
  I'm meeting my mexican connect by the border
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  I'm a thug nigga, thug nigga
  Thug nigga, thug nigga
  Thug nigga, thug nigga
  Swamp nigga, swamp nigga
  [Willie The Kid:]
  Yo, enjoyin the money
  Employin the killers, posing on villas
  The embassy and guerilla unit I do it
  In tune with attornies, earner the gurny
  Splurge on hermees, them bitches to burn me, yea
  Waves spinnin no vertigo
  She boat leggin stance no
  True religion pants I convert a hoe
  Convertible ceiling excerting my clip is extended
  And if I said I meant you spose to get offended
  Flippin through that hip hop, weekly
  They say my niggas make the hip hop news, weakly
  See all my niggas gangstas
  A couple of us rappers
  Clash with the rappers that's tryin to be gangstas
  Affiliates embassy we rockin with the unit
  Shout out to 50, yayo my nigga banks included
  Compartments where the tooley go
  Apartments like a jewellary store
  Studio a car show
  Willie the kid nigga moving like a diamond crook
  For all you costume niggas staright out the comic books
  It's rollies, cartiers, lockments, g-shocks
  Bright lens they callin us the watchmen

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  Do It Right

  [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!

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  Thug Life

  [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

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  Thousand Grams

  [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

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  They Hate

  [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

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  They Call It Murder

  (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

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  The Wall

  [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

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  The Priceshow lyrics

  The Price

  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

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  Tattooshow lyrics

  Tattoo

  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...

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  Swine Flu Introshow lyrics

  Swine Flu Intro

  [Superstar Jay:]
  Tony Yayo, Superstar Jay...
  "Swine Flu Part 2"!
  Enter Queens at your own risk!
  Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
  [Female reporter:]
  There's a stillness in the air...
  In the neighborhood where two blocks seem empty.
  You can hear the wind whip through the playground usually crowded with children.
  Signs on school doors: "Closed because of swine flu".
  This is Ground Zero for swine flu here in New York.
  Queens... has more than half the swine flu cases in the country.
  [Male 1:]
  Swine flu breeds in pigs... spread then from person to person.
  Right now New York City is virtually shut down!
  [Female 1]
  Schools are closed.
  [Male 1:]
  This is a virus the world has really never seen before.
  [Female 2:]
  Libraries and museums... shut down.

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  Lay You Downshow lyrics

  Lay You Down

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

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  Kushhhshow lyrics

  Kushhh

  When the seed harvest, and the food grow
  Them cocoa leafs turning to that good blow
  Peruvian coke, manuever the boat
  Mafia nect ya [mumblin voice]
  They said my music influence violence
  I don't give a fuck I'm on the cayman islands
  My 9 is gonna die with me
  Pick up the supply with me
  I get that money, them euro's, them pounds and yen
  Dis is for dead eye stuck in the pen
  Dis is for white boy stuck in them pens
  Doin 2000 push ups for his jail time ends
  I mix the nuvo, with patron silver
  The hoe's like it I call it pink panther
  I'm in the cherry roadster, strappin the holster
  Bad red bones bitch like rose acosta
  Fuck 300 months on the wake up
  I need 300 blunts and a jacob
  Fuck 300 months on the wake up

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  King Of The Pirex (remix)show lyrics

  King Of The Pirex (remix)

  [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!

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  It's Onshow lyrics

  It's On

  Uh, yea doe I liked the way you flipped this 1 doe
  Yea, doe pesci on the boards
  Public enemies
  [Verse:]
  Picture me rolloin I came real far dog
  My sprinklers coming out the ground like a ground hog
  Yea the yard moach and the pool shop
  That's big boy talk my landscape a guap
  Taking fancy trips fly to amsterdam
  Just to mix the k up with the afghan
  Yea I'm half man, yea I'm half amazing
  Bicth nigga layed up cause a nigga greatin
  [Repeat]
  Alot a niggaz coming home from that fedalaws
  They violate, cause jail is a revolving door
  I see the steps with no staircase
  And keep my head above water always keep the fate
  And always fuck the jake I ball like jordan junior
  Watch them haters cause them haters out there wanna ruin ya
  I turn champagne to shampoo
  Waves rozay so them haters start to damn screw
  But I mean mug it back nigga
  Flashback when I use to take packs nigga
  But I'm a big boss now, drug cash cow
  Harry winston bout 60 thou
  No lying, she flying, nigga dyin when I hit em with the motherfucking iron
  Shout out to pablo escabar son I heard he in miami
  You know, rest in peace to farrat fox
  Michael jackson
  Shout to johnny depp public enemies
  He's the 1 that motivated me to do this tape
  Movies number 1 now
  Shout to 50, blue what up
  Niggaz know what it is man

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  It's My Timeshow lyrics

  It's My Time

  [Tony Yayo:]
  You guys got fat while I starve man
  From now on nothing goes down without me
  G Unit sneakers, films nothing
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  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
  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
  Yo i'm fresh out the joint sayin' "Fuck my C-O-
  Now i'm in the town sayin' "Fuck my P-O-
  Back in the street pushin' kilos
  In that new BM with the suicide doors
  Holdin' four fours
  Pimpin' them hos
  You know in NY homie anything goes
  My wrist rose gold
  Baby got clothes
  Bullets have your brains lookin' like Spagetti Os
  My truck on twenty fours
  And all my clientele's up in front of the stores
  I got soldiers on call like G.I. Joes
  And if you get hit nobody knows
  Jacob got me froze
  Neck all cold
  So I need a scarf when its time to roll
  Its Tony Yayo and i'm down to blow
  My garage got six six double Os
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Homicide come around and i'm gone homie
  Got them Macs and them Tecs and them pounds homie
  G Unit is the best thats around homie
  Thats why we run your town homie
  Homicide come around and i'm gone homie
  Got them Macs and them Tecs and them pounds homie
  G Unit is the best thats around homie

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  In The Matrixshow lyrics

  In The Matrix

  El chapo
  Was in the lower cartel
  Yayo we back
  [Tony Yayo:]
  45 acp it weigh 20 ounces
  Actress staring at me like teleprompters
  Hit the cell bad reception in the helicopter
  I'm goin hard in the paint like waka flocka
  Flip flop paint back seat hold the chopper
  I only smoke the I'll if it's rolled proper
  Ciga lower cartel make bail
  With that kinda money you could break out the shells
  Meth amphedamens shipment is headin north
  Feds raid amatefa il set it off
  6-50 tops off new body type
  Uptown mami right she from the heights
  She the snotty type, but my money long
  Now I'm with her long slip her out her thong
  New armani top is in the windsor knox
  I got her higher than a snoop in a wiz block
  [Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
  We hit sour, when are nerves twitch
  M.o.b nigga fuck a bitch
  Get rich or die tryin till I'm in a ditch
  I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
  [Desperado:]
  Your macs is on a nigga and your bitch is wanting me
  You think that it's the money but it really ain't the cream
  It's actually cause your wife and it was jusnt another dean
  See me in the void I'm in the matrix can't you see
  Heavy links got them bricks in the low riders
  They get in with more tricks than the globetrotters
  The hate to bring it to the states cause it's on fire
  Too many snitches niggas singing like they on choirs
  I'm on point you can't fuck with the wrong buyers
  Niggas scheming they ain't eatin like they on diets
  Only seem me with the heater cause they might try me
  Cause my looks could be the signal till they start flying
  [Chorus x2]
  I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
  I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
  I'm in the matrix
  I'm in the matrix
  I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
  I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
  I'm in the matrix

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  In Motionshow lyrics

  In Motion

  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

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  Streets Keep Callin Meshow lyrics

  Streets Keep Callin Me

  [Talking: Tony Yayo]
  Yea nigga get a mixtape out or something nigga
  Fuck, they talk bout these fucking rappers man
  I do this shit for the money man
  Staright g's man
  Word up, it's the talk of new york nigga they don't how
  Niggaz know what time it is man
  For real man I'm getting all this money this year
  Taking it back to the streets
  Never see y'all niggaz in the hood
  For real man, yea
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Nigga ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
  Live it up get money nigga bust a nut
  Boy you gangstes are tough and the guns you bust
  For that 25 to life straight fucking you up
  Listen in the projects niggaz die over rumors
  And close head shots give niggaz brain tumors
  Hell yea, everybody hustle round here
  I don't play by the rules cause the game ain't fair
  My team is monopilising, marketing and advertising
  Wet on a beach with a freak while the sun rise
  I'm in the coupe driving while you on the stoop rhymin
  You rappin for free nah dog that ain't me
  I get a g every line, my fans online
  You ain't richer than me stop watching mine
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  The streets keep calling me
  The keep calling me back
  But it ain't where I'm from it's where I'm at
  They keep on calling me
  They got me riding strapped
  With a bitch from vitesse with her head in my lap
  The streets be calling me
  You can see me out in public
  I stay in the hood I be giving up bubbly
  The streets keep calling me, keep calling me
  I'm addicted to the streets they keep calling me
  They keep calling me, they keep calling me
  I'm addicted to the streets they keep calling me
  [Cormega:]
  I use to want props, now I want property
  Nigga I ain't tryna be, caught up in narcotics beat
  You got the cream and blobby but it's not ikeem
  Ironically, I can make you feel the rockets is not a game when the llamas lay,
  You yesterdays news, tomorrow came
  Now your plots a grave my hollow shots fuck up your concentration
  I gots the montego flow, I rock with yayo
  Real recognise real, watch what you say yo
  Love is love but acknowledge hate shown
  From niggaz who grren from envy or rocks on they clothes
  You better ask somebody, who's stash is mighty
  How many friends from the past that there's beside em
  Of course I'm just talking bout your man that's grimey
  Those who stay true should be right there by you
  But god bless the chld who could hold his own
  If you earn it you deserve it no man can deny you

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  I'm A Hustlershow lyrics

  I'm A Hustler

  [Chorus In Background: Cassidy - "I'm A Hustler"]
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Yeah Nigga Its The Talk Of New York
  Ya'll Niggas Stop Stuntin'
  Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is
  I'm The Hottest Nigga On The Streets Right Now Man
  The Streets Is Waitin' Man
  I Done Hustled In Pa, Ba, Queens, Brooklyn Nigga Ask About Me
  Look At My Rap Sheet
  Yo 50 What Uup?
  Banks What Up?
  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
  Gangsta Crack Up
  And Crack Stuck Coke
  Now These E-Ville Niggas On The Strip Frontin' Broke
  Dro Stuck Green And He's Broke For Days
  True, Dro Got Robbed By Purple Haze
  Haze Got Jooked By That Cali Kush
  That Nigga Straight Rolled Up And Leave His Brain Cells Cooked
  He And Cali Got Robbed For All His Cash
  By This Big Time Nigga By The Name Of Hash
  See Hash Got Stuck By This Nigga Named Dush
  He Was More Powerful He Straight Fucked You Up
  They Got Robbed By Design & Terrance
  They Was Two Brothers Call 'em
  He Got Set Up By This Kid That Was Sneaky
  A Real Bad Nigga Lsd
  And He Got Hit Up Man As He Was Trippin'
  Man This Drug Game Got The Whole Strip Flippin'
  I'm A Hustler
  [Chorus In Background: Cassidy - "I'm A Hustler"]
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Yeah, Yeah
  Ask About Me
  Ask Us Raw Nigga
  Ask Us Nigga
  A Couple Of Times Ha Ha Ha
  I'm Good Now
  Its Hot Cause They Indicted Niggas Man
  What?, I'm Still Gettin' That Money Nigga Ha Ha Ha
  Ask 'em About Yayo Nigga
  I Stay In That Shit
  12 12s 58 58s Nigga Ha Ha Ha
  I'm Like That Electronic Scale Motherfucker
  Fuck It I Get That Money
  G Unit Nigga
  My Raps Is Reality
  Read My Rap Sheet Nigga
  Pa, Ba, Qu,
  I've Gotten Money Everywhere Nigga
  Ask About Me Man
  I'm A Fuckin' Hustler
  I'm A H-U-S-T-L-E-R
  Huslter

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  I'm A Gangsta

  (feat. Young Buck)
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Yeah yeah Aqua
  Lets do this shit
  Its the motherfuckin' Talk Of New York Tony Yayo nigga
  [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
  G Unit is the best homie fuck what you hearin'
  I clap back and shoot with military bearin'
  The strong survive and the weak fall out
  'Till the day that I die i'm a fuckin' ball out
  I just caught a new case man I can't afford it
  Cause both my connects just got deported
  My iron and this street shit got a nigga stressed
  But I stay on point with my iron and my vest
  And life is too short so I need that long money
  And the kids in the projects homie they born hungry
  The dope heads always got tricks in they sleeves
  They steal from they kids cause they piggy bank Ds
  They the best liars scramblers and pan handlers
  Ronnie stole from Onny eatin' Turkish Head Grammers
  Its T-O-N-Y-
  I stay with a semi
  Clap your ass up and all ya men die
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  Ya'll niggas ain't see me
  Ya'll niggas ain't be me
  Ya'll niggas ain't cheer me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Ya'll niggas ain't clappin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't killin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't merkin' me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Ya'll niggas ain't stealin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't robbin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't poppin' me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
  Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
  [Verse 2: Young Buck]
  I'm like the black Clint Eastwood holdin' on this 44 Bulldog
  I tried to hit ya whole clique but only got two of ya'll
  I'm comin' right back
  This time I brought a Mac
  Camoflauged like a soldier that done been to Iraq
  You niggas pussy shootin' up cars and shit
  Shoot him in the mouth see how many bars he spit
  This here the dirty south we ain't really about rap wars
  We rather sell dope bitch and slam Cadillac doors
  I need that 50 Cent money one of L.A. hos
  And Jay-Z buttoning up for the next award show
  Here I go
  Ya'll act like you don't know me no mo'
  I got the swagger of a CEO
  Brains of a killer though
  We live and die
  Some niggas live a lie
  Tear drops on they eye
  And they never did ride
  Its a cold world sorry that it ends this way
  Ask about me I bet even ya friends'll say
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  Ya'll niggas ain't see me
  Ya'll niggas ain't be me
  Ya'll niggas ain't cheer me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Ya'll niggas ain't clappin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't killin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't merkin' me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Ya'll niggas ain't stealin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't robbin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't poppin' me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
  Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  Ya'll niggas ain't see me
  Ya'll niggas ain't be me
  Ya'll niggas ain't cheer me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Ya'll niggas ain't clappin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't killin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't merkin' me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Ya'll niggas ain't stealin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't robbin' me
  Ya'll niggas ain't poppin' me
  Why? cause i'm a gangsta
  Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta

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  Bullets Whistle (remix)

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  [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
  My bullets whistle like
  And fly right past your dome
  My bullets whistle like
  A 100 shots a nigga gone
  My bullets whistle like
  I got the typewriter tommy gun just like capone
  My bullets whistle like
  6 feet deep another homie gone
  [Jay Rock:]
  That desert eagle filled with hollows
  If you holler when it hollers
  Hit yo ass from top to bottom
  Bullets whistle like harmonicas
  Still bein in corners with my knockas sippin vodka
  I'm on fire like when I raised the gauge up
  Just like thermoters
  Leanin in that testarosa, smokin on this cali doja
  You don't want to test my holster centre fold ya
  Got some biggerous niggaz to smoke ya
  Who da bang, black mask, black gloves
  Bullets with no names
  It's not a game on this eastside
  Watts city it's no pity for weak guys
  Chopper city bein holdin semis since I was knee high, no lie
  Hit your block in a cheap ride, and let it whistle
  [Gunshot] For sound see the spark roaches scatter
  Hit a melody when them bullets travel
  Put you under the gravel for that pussy shit
  I'm a dog you get fucked thinkin I'm pussy bitch
  I'm a harplus, harplus
  [Chorus]
  [Tony Yayo:]
  Ya wanna rumble with yay, haaa
  Shit on the whole industry
  4-10's a 44 on steriods
  A.t.f we dumpin on them fed boys
  A 16 of happiness and pain nigga
  I'm never on the ashy shit again nigga
  0-10 range all wood grain nigga
  I hit the button it pop out that thing nigga
  My bullets whistle like jueles saw
  And I stay strapped cause I got my jewels on
  And the 2.2.3 I'l make your family mourn
  Bullets fly, men die, little niggaz pop you
  Dey'll chef up your top like boo cabo
  I'm with Jay Rock, l.a block
  Red pelle piranha shark
  Red pelle I'l hold a glock
  Real bloods I'l pop your top
  Nigga
  My bullets whistle like