'Snout' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Saxon (2007)

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Genres: Comedy, Drama, Mystery, Thriller, Western,

Taglines:

A surreal western set on a corrupt housing estate

Quotes:

Eddie: Do you know what prison taught me?::Linda: What?::Eddie: Spanish.

Molly: Hey pussycat... Mwah mwah mwah...

Russell: Do you have a license?

Linda: Kevin's missing. Been gone two weeks.::Eddie: Where is he?::Linda: [annoyed] He's *missing.*::Eddie: Did he leave any money?::Linda: What?::Eddie: That come out wrong, sorry.

Jackie: [suspiciously, when she catches Eddie snooping around the development] You been out of the country or somethin'?::Eddie: Yeah.::Jackie: Where?::Eddie: What?::Jackie: Where've you been?::Eddie: [pause] Mexico.::Jackie: What's your name?::Eddie: Brad.::Jackie: I'm Jackie. So... Mexico. What's that like?::Eddie: All right.::Jackie: Do you cut your own hair? [he shrugs] I'm a hairstylist, so naturally I'd notice. Looks like a dog's arse. [cut to her apartment, where she gives him a haircut]

Eddie: Trouble leads to trouble which leads to trouble...

Actors Sean Harris (actor), Divian Ladwa (actor), Luing Andrews (actor), Leigh Nicol (miscellaneous crew), Paul McNeilly (actor), Andrew Joslin (costume designer), Colin Campbell (actor), Sue Maund (actress), Sarah Matravers (actress), Mike Carr (miscellaneous crew), Patrick Malone (miscellaneous crew), Neelam Bakshi (actress), James Robinson (actor), Bunny Reed (actor), Henry Kelly (actor),

The Children's Midsummer Night's Dream (2001)

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Genres: ,

Actors William Shakespeare (writer), Derek Jacobi (actor), Samantha Bond (actress), Christine Edzard (director), Sarah Begum (actress), Sarah Begum (miscellaneous crew), Olivier Stockman (producer), Meera Patel (actress), Meera Patel (actress), Jessica Fowler (actress), Rachel Leonard (miscellaneous crew), Michel Sanvoisin (composer), Brett Phipps (actor), Brett Phipps (actor), Jack Holland (actor),

Ill Met by Moonlight (1994)

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Genres: Drama,

Actors Timothy Bottoms (actor), William Shakespeare (writer), Robert Z'Dar (actor), Ron Ford (actor), Tim Sullivan (actor), Robert DiTillio (actor), Nick Zuvic (producer), Morgan H. Margolis (actor), Bill Warren (actor), Richard Marks (producer), Paolo Durazzo (producer), Richard Marks (actor), Joyce 'Doc' Pepper (miscellaneous crew), Somtow Sucharitkul (producer), Somtow Sucharitkul (writer),

Chip 'n' Dale's Rescue Rangers to the Rescue (1989)

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Genres: Animation,

Quotes:

Dale: How come I gotta lug all this junk?::Chip: 'Cause you're the fearless co-pilot who can handle any job.::Dale: Hey, yeah. Make way for the fearless co-pilot. Here ya go, Chip.::Chip: [narrowly escapes the gear being dropped on him] Did I say fearless? I meant brainless.

Chip: The Furball Upside is ready for takeoff.

Percy: [seeing Plato blocking Drake's face in the police car behind him] I gotta lose that cop! And, boy, is he ugly.

Aldren Klordane: Idiots are, if nothing else, dependable.

Chip: Hey, maybe we can be policemen someday.::Chip: Or policemunks, anyway.

Plato: And when you're following a suspect, don't wear a funny hat.

Dale: [hanging onto Plato's tail with Chip as he chases Fat Cat] Ride 'em chipmunk!

Officer Kirby: [as Plato drags on his ankle] Muldoon, quit playin' with the dog.

Mole: They said you couldn't swipe it.::Fat Cat: They also said the world was flat.::Mepps: It isn't?::Fat Cat: No. Only your head.

Actors Corey Burton (actor), Corey Burton (actor), Corey Burton (actor), Corey Burton (actor), Corey Burton (actor), Corey Burton (actor), Peter Cullen (actor), Peter Cullen (actor), Peter Cullen (actor), Peter Cullen (actor), Peter Cullen (actor), Peter Cullen (actor), Jim Cummings (actor), Jim Cummings (actor), Jim Cummings (actor),

The fairy queen (La reine des fées) (1989)

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Genres: Comedy, Fantasy, Music,

Actors Gemma Jones (actress), Allan Corduner (actor), William Shakespeare (writer), Roger Allam (actor), Arthur Cox (actor), Sylvestra Le Touzel (actress), Niamh Cusack (actress), Jean-Paul Fouchécourt (actor), Philip Fox (actor), Ann Bryson (actress), Christopher Ryan (actor), Albie Woodington (actor), Deirdre Clancy (costume designer), Véronique Gens (actress), Geoffrey Freshwater (actor),

A Midsummer Night's Dream (1982)

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Genres: Comedy, Fantasy,

Actors Christine Baranski (actress), Jeffrey DeMunn (actor), William Shakespeare (writer), William Hurt (actor), Ricky Jay (actor), Diane Venora (actress), Kevin Conroy (actor), Emmanuel Lewis (actor), Steve Vinovich (actor), Deborah Rush (actress), Andreas Katsulas (actor), Joseph Papp (miscellaneous crew), Paul Bates (actor), Emile Ardolino (director), James Lapine (miscellaneous crew),

Goodbye Pork Pie (1981)

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Genres: Action, Adventure, Comedy, Drama,

Taglines:

WARNING-This movie may be hazardous to your sense of humour!

Quotes:

Title Card: This is a story from the pages of history, from an almost forgotten age, the good old days when you could drive your car when ever you pleased, when petrol stations were always open, and gas was less than a buck a gallon.

Mulvaney: There's only one sure thing in this life, and that's doubt. I think.

Traffic Cop: [to Gerry] What's your name?::Gerry Austin: Les Morris. What's yours?::Traffic Cop: Watch it.::[turns to John]::Traffic Cop: Yours?::Gerry Austin: Watch It Yours. Funny name.::John: Must be a Pom.

John: [reading rental papers] Nice car.::Gerry Austin: Yeah. Brand spanking. Did a deal, bloke I know.::John: Funny deal, it's a rental.::Gerry Austin: Funny bloke.

John: [inspecting inside a rail boxcar] It's empty! We'll stick the car in here. There's a ramp about half a mile ahead. Get up there and load up.::Gerry Austin: But I'll kill myself.::John: You can do it!::Shirl: Come on Gerry!::Gerry Austin: I'll kill you too, you silly bitch!

Actors Ian Mune (writer), John Bach (actor), Tony Barry (actor), Marshall Napier (actor), Bruno Lawrence (actor), Geoff Murphy (producer), Geoff Murphy (director), Geoff Murphy (writer), Michael Horton (editor), Ian Watkin (actor), Desmond Kelly (actor), Don Selwyn (actor), Phillip Gordon (actor), Linus Murphy (actor), John Charles (composer),

A Midsummer Night's Dream (1981)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Jonathan Miller (producer), William Shakespeare (writer), Geoffrey Palmer (actor), Ralph Morse (actor), Nigel Davenport (actor), Nicky Henson (actor), Helen Mirren (actress), Robert Lindsay (actor), Brian Glover (actor), Eleanor Fazan (miscellaneous crew), Phil Daniels (actor), Amy Roberts (costume designer), John Wilders (miscellaneous crew), Hugh Quarshie (actor), David Snodin (miscellaneous crew),

A Midsummer Night's Dream (1946)

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Genres: ,

Actors William Shakespeare (writer), Desmond Llewelyn (actor), Andrew Faulds (actor), Russell Thorndike (actor), Robert Atkins (director), Robert Atkins (actor), Hugh Manning (actor), Vivienne Bennett (actress), Iris Baker (actress), John Byron (actor), David March (actor), Ivan Staff (actor), Clement Hamelin (actor), Mary Honer (miscellaneous crew), Patricia Hicks (actress),

Pyramus and Thisbe (1938)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Erik Chitty (actor), William Shakespeare (writer), Jan Bussell (producer), Hubert Leslie (actor), John Rudling (actor), Don Gemmell (actor), Wilfred Walter (actor), Charles Lefeaux (actor), Kenneth Villiers (actor), Jillian Sandilands (actor), Herbert Lees (actor),

Snout Filmography

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  You Ain't No Gangstashow lyrics

  You Ain't No Gangsta

  [50 Cent]
  Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
  Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
  I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
  Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
  I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
  Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot
  You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
  Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
  For cats like you, crime don't pay
  You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
  You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
  Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
  Niggaz in the hood sayin '50's Grimy'
  Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can't find me
  If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
  And I can cop anotha one afta each assist
  [Chorus x2]
  You ain't no gangsta
  You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
  You fake fraudulent motherfucker
  You ain't a gangsta
  I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
  We don't trust ya
  [50 Cent]
  You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?
  Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
  Y'all ain't got to believe me
  When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick
  Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
  She ain't hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops
  When it's time to get it on (what)
  I pull over the thong (uh huh)
  Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
  Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A.
  I like it when she say 'Papi I feel it in my Belly'
  Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly
  First thing I'm sayin is 'Nigga what da deally'
  Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
  Y'all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
  I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
  Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
  Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?
  [Chorus x2]
  You ain't no gangsta
  You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
  You fake fraudulent motherfucker
  You ain't a gangsta
  I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
  We don't trust ya
  [50 Cent]
  Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
  Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
  Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
  Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
  Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
  Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
  Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
  I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
  Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
  I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
  Man, I don't like none of y'all
  Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
  Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
  Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz
  I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
  Stage rapping ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs
  Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed
  [Chorus x2]
  You ain't no gangsta
  You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
  You fake fraudulent motherfucker
  You ain't a gangsta
  I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
  We don't trust ya

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  Whoo Kidshow lyrics

  Whoo Kid

  [50 Cent talking]
  [Hook]
  You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
  You bump heads wit me?
  I pop ya top off wit the nine
  You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
  You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
  [50 Cent]
  I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' shit
  I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant
  What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
  My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press
  Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
  Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
  Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
  Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out
  In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
  G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail
  Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
  Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
  Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
  I'm not that nigga that you striptease for
  You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
  Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!
  [Hook]
  You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
  You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
  You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
  You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
  [50 Cent talks till end]

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  What Up Gangsta?show lyrics

  What Up Gangsta?

  G-Unit (What)
  We in here (What)
  We can get the drama popping
  We don't care (What, what, what)
  It's going down (What)
  'Cause I'm around (What)
  50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  What up, Blood? (What)
  What up, Cuz? (What)
  What up, Blood? (What)
  What up, Gangstaaa?
  [Verse 1]
  They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
  Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
  I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
  But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
  Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
  You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya
  I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
  I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
  Gangstas, they bump my shit them they know me
  I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
  Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
  D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
  This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
  Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
  I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
  Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)
  [Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)]
  [Bridge]
  We don't play that
  We don't play that
  We don't play that (G-Unit)
  We don't play around
  [Verse 2]
  I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
  When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
  When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
  In December I'll make your block feel like summer
  The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
  Every chick I fuck with is a dime
  I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
  Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
  Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
  I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
  Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
  Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
  [Chorus (2x)]
  [Bridge (4x)]

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  What Ifshow lyrics

  What If

  [Intro]
  Yeah
  Im fuckin with this..
  Its that classic shit..
  That gangster shit..
  Yeah..
  [Chorus]
  Man I watch the sun go up and come down
  Sayin.. what if?
  Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
  Sayin.. what if?
  Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
  Sayin.. what if?
  Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
  Damn.. what if?
  [Verse]
  If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
  Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me
  If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z
  Niggaz would think I bumped my fuckin head and went crazy
  If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
  I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
  If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
  Every chance niggaz get they try n play me
  But I move around with a lil 3.80
  A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
  If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do
  I see the world different through my dialated pupils
  If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher
  Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya
  Man ima just keep doin' what I do..
  Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do
  [Chorus]
  Man I watch the sun go up and come down
  Sayin.. what if?
  Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
  Sayin.. what if?
  Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
  Sayin.. what if?
  Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
  Damn.. what if?
  [Verse]
  What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith
  And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def
  I probably be a cool ass nigga like Ice Cube
  Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool
  What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back
  Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat
  Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz
  Shit I get that child support up with no problem
  If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught??
  Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York
  What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know
  You be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow
  But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's
  Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth"
  And if I let the top down on the Azure
  Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure
  Haha..
  [Chorus]
  Man I watch the sun go up and come down
  Sayin.. what if?
  Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
  Sayin.. what if?
  Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
  Sayin.. what if?
  Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
  Damn.. what if?

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  Wanksta (Remix)show lyrics

  Wanksta (Remix)

  (feat. Flipmode Squad)
  [Intro: Busta Rhymes]
  Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga
  We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker
  Blowing niggas tops, what?
  Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga
  Check it, let me talk, check it, check it
  [Busta Rhymes]
  There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement
  And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement
  You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga
  And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga
  A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched
  Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks
  Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire
  We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires
  [Rampage]
  Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi
  Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki
  Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky
  I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey
  Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed
  Smack you in your face with my chain
  Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein
  Everybody in the industry know my squad's name
  [Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes]
  Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin
  You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin
  So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin
  Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin
  [50 Cent]
  We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
  So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes
  Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
  A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
  I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line
  I'm fuckin with they mind, I make 'em press rewind
  They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
  Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime
  I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine
  If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
  [Chorus 2: 50 Cent]
  You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin
  We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin
  You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin
  You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin
  [Baby Sham]
  I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin
  You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin
  Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill
  But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil
  Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal
  Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em
  [Chorus 1]
  [Chorus 2]
  [50 Cent]
  Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie
  What the fuck happened to you?
  I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
  Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta
  Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
  I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta
  She look good but I know she after my chedda
  She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let her
  Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet
  We in the club doin the same ol' two step
  Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out
  Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out
  [Chorus 2 - repeat 2x]
  [50 Cent]
  Ah ha!

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  U Not Like Meshow lyrics

  U Not Like Me

  NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
  NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
  NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
  (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
  NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
  [Verse]
  Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
  Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
  They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
  And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
  Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
  My songs belong in the Bible with King David
  I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
  [click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN
  Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
  Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car
  From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
  It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
  Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
  Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
  I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
  Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
  Hos be like 'Fitty, you so witty'
  On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
  You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
  I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
  Won't learn
  [Chorus 2X]
  If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
  You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
  It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
  Like me duke, you not like me
  [Verse]
  Moma said..
  Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
  So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
  Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
  Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
  I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
  I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin
  In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
  32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
  You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
  I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
  Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
  D's waitin for my response to lock me
  This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
  You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
  I'M THE ONE
  [Chorus 2x]
  If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
  You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
  It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
  Like me duke, you not like me
  [Verse]
  See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
  The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
  I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
  My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
  You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
  From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
  See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
  See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
  See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
  A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
  I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
  See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos
  Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
  Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
  You know them little pieces, with the little stones
  Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
  When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
  You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
  Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
  Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
  Haha
  [Chorus 2x]
  If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
  You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
  It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
  Like me duke, you not like me
  [Ad-libing to the end]

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  Many Menshow lyrics

  Many Men

  [Lloyd Banks]
  Man we gotta go get something to eat man
  I'm hungry as a motherfucker
  [50 Cent]
  Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
  [Lloyd Banks]
  50, calm down, here he come
  [8 Shots]
  [Banks and 50]
  Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?
  [50 Cent]
  Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
  [50 Cent]
  Many men, wish death upon me
  Blood in my eye dog and I can't see
  I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
  And niggas trying to take my life away
  I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
  My back on the wall, now you gon' see
  Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
  'Cause I'll come and take your life away
  Many men, many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Lord I don't cry no more
  Don't look to the sky no more
  Have mercy on me
  Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
  Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
  I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
  I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
  When I rhyme, something special happen every time
  I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
  I walk the block with the bundles
  I've been knocked on the humble
  Swing the ox when I rumble
  Show your ass what my gun do
  Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
  Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
  I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
  Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
  Many men, many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Lord I don't cry no more
  Don't look to the sky no more
  Have mercy on me
  Have mercy on my soul
  Somewhere my heart turned cold
  Have mercy on many men
  Many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Sunnny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
  Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
  Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
  It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
  This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees in cigars
  For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
  I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
  Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
  I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
  Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
  Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
  I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
  Many men, many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Lord I don't cry no more
  Don't look to the sky no more
  Have mercy on me
  Have mercy on my soul
  Somewhere my heart turned cold
  Have mercy on many men
  Many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
  I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
  In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
  Psyic says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
  The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
  I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
  I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
  Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
  In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
  Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
  Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
  'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing
  Many men, many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Lord I don't cry no more
  Don't look to the sky no more
  Have mercy on me
  Have mercy on my soul
  Somewhere my heart turned cold
  Have mercy on many men
  Many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me

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  True Loyalty

  (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
  [50 Cent]
  Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
  yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
  yeah..
  [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)]
  There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
  (Except loyalty and love, between thugs)
  For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
  (For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin)
  For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do
  I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you
  (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash)
  For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass
  (For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight
  'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
  Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?)
  'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha
  I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
  How could you not love a Thug like me?
  [Chorus]
  Would you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
  Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
  Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
  Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
  Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
  Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
  [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)]
  (Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
  I'm the clip, you the gat
  I'm the glock, you the mac
  I'm the artist, you the trap
  I'm a pen, you the pad
  I'm the Dutch, you the bag
  I'm the knife, you the stab
  I'm the driver, you the Jag)
  I'm the ice, you the bezel
  I'm grimy, you ghetto
  I'm the bow, you the arrow
  I'm the shell, you the barrel
  I'm a pimp, you a player
  I'm dope, you the hustler
  I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler
  [Chorus]
  [Tony Yayo]
  You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
  Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
  Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
  And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
  You seen the ice, you know it's top notch
  And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
  Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
  And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
  When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
  When you grind, it's Showtime at the Apollo
  Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
  Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen
  I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
  They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
  But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga
  If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger
  I got so many minks, and so many leathers
  The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
  I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young
  With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
  Here the cops come, task force van
  Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man
  And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man
  Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand
  You want sixteen bars, in song format
  Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha

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  Too Hot

  (feat. Nas, Nature)
  [Intro: DJ scratching]
  'Niggas bit off Nas shit' - [Ghostface Killah]
  'Admit it, you bit it' - [G. Dep]
  'Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit' -
  [Ghostface Killah]
  'Admit if, you bit it, bit it' - [G. Dep]
  [Repeat]
  [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
  You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
  Either way you go against me, you still gon die
  I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
  You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
  I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
  An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
  The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
  And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
  Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
  I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
  I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
  I got what you need, 19,5 a key
  I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
  And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
  Run up on them all with the same problem solver
  Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
  [Chorus]
  Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
  Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
  Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'
  [Repeat]
  [Verse 2 - Nature]
  Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
  I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
  You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
  Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
  Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
  I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
  Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
  Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
  Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence
  My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
  Un cured, ain't no vaccine
  Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
  Or in the studio booth, blacking out
  It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
  Comin' back I'm rich kid
  Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
  Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.
  [Chorus - Last line cut off]
  'Niggas bit off Nas' - Ghostface Killah
  'Admit it, you bit it' - G. Dep
  'Tell these niggas somethin' God' - Ghostface Killah
  [Verse 3 - Nas]
  What, yo
  I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
  Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
  From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
  We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
  Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
  Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
  When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
  Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
  Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
  Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
  Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
  22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
  Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
  You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
  50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
  You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
  [Intro - Once]
  [Chorus]

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  To All My Niggas

  (feat. Eminem, Notorious B.I.G.)
  [Intro]
  I love niggas! I love niggas!
  Cause niggas are me!
  And I should only love that 'presents me
  I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
  I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
  And to all niggas that do it I love
  [B.I.G.]
  To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
  To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
  To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
  To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
  [Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
  Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
  And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
  With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
  Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
  Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
  On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
  Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
  Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
  Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
  Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
  Just in case a nigga wanna act out
  I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
  That's real
  [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
  We the realest nigga
  50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
  Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
  Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
  Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
  [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
  When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
  Just in case dread wanna riff
  He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
  Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
  That's a real nigga for ya
  Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
  Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
  She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
  Up North found first stop Watertown
  Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
  You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
  Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
  [Chorus]
  [Verse Three: 50 Cent]
  When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
  And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
  I catch a new case, and tell her ass 'catch me if you can'
  Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
  Get gassed up to get blast up
  Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
  Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
  50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
  There's no place like home, New York - New York
  I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
  Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
  Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
  Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
  Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
  Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
  Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
  [Chorus]
  The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)
  Green Lantern! the infiltration, we comin'! (yeah)
  [Bridge: Eminem]
  I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
  D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice!
  So watch what you say, 'fore you call our name
  Cause you say one more thing and it won't be nice!
  [Verse Four: Eminem]
  Whoa, here we go, I shoulda known
  I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit
  Sooner or later you little haters
  Are too jealous of us to love us
  You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming
  D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach
  50 percent of it's 50 cent
  The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is
  But if you even considerin' taking our label down
  You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
  But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it
  I'm just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit
  Cause then it's gonna get to the point
  Where it escalates to some other shit
  Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to
  'Stomping in my Air Force Ones'
  But you won't be able to tell
  If it's two pairs or it's one
  It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you
  You'd think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe
  I don't know what it is or what it could be
  But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me
  Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me
  Y'all tickle me pink
  I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
  Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
  A little bit of the diggedy doc diggedy
  Mixed with a little bit of the [Eminem vocal scratch]
  Wit a pinch of Biggie
  Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  We the realest label
  Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
  Cause we gon' fuck around and kill your label
  Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
  We the label fa' sho!
  We the realest label
  Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
  Cause we gon' fuck around and steal your paper
  Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
  We gon' kill your label fa' sho!
  [Eminem]
  Shady in the place to be see
  And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right!
  Still watch what you say to me punk
  Cause I'm off probation in less than six months [gun cocked]
  [Outro]
  Haha, Shady Records
  Still Aftermath, and don't think we don't
  Hear you motherfuckers talkin'!
  Cause we do and we see y'all
  We just gon' sit back for a minute
  While I see what the FUCK y'all do

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  The Realest Killaz

  -somebody talkin-
  Yo,Red Spider...
  Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready?
  Lemme know,holla
  -Tupac-
  It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see
  That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future
  -50 Cent-
  Yea nigga...ha ha
  Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
  Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
  Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
  Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
  Nigga,you aint Tupac
  -Tupac-
  Is it
  Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's
  I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
  And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
  Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down
  -Snoop-
  Yo,that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
  Bring that muthafuckin beat back man
  -Tupac-
  It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see
  That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future
  -50 Cent-
  Yea nigga...ha ha
  Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
  Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
  Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
  Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
  Nigga,you aint Tupac
  -Tupac-
  Is it
  Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's
  I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
  And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
  Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down
  My game plan to be trained in
  Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin
  I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
  Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us
  Young black males
  Crack sales got me three strikes
  Livin' in jail this is hell enemies die
  Wonder when we all pass,is anybody listnin'
  Got my hands on my semi shotty,everybody's snitchin'
  Please god can you understand me,bless my family
  Guide us all before we fall into insanity
  I'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life
  Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight
  -50 Cent- (=Tupac)
  Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
  And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
  Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
  Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see
  -50 Cent-
  This is a cry for mercy,I promise
  My success would be the death of you
  Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you
  Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you
  If you dont know who you are,how could ya dreams come true
  Muthafucka,I sat backed and watched ya,you pretended to be Pac
  You pretended to be hot,but you not,now (nowww)
  You sea-so crip,you cant take the pressure,you pussy
  I warned you not to push me
  You see me,and chills,run up ya spine
  GOD made menace in war,but ya heart aint like mine
  And plus,they look at me like I'ma menace
  I was playing wit guns,while ya momma had you and yo friends playing tennis
  I'ma nightmare,you see me in ya dream
  Wake up,and turn on ya t.v. and see my ass again
  You cowardly hearted,you couldn't make it on ya own
  FUCK THE SOURCE,I'M ON THE COVER OF ROLLIN STONE
  -50 Cent- (=Tupac)
  Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
  And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
  Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
  Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see
  Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
  And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
  Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
  Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see

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  The Good Die Young

  yo, ya know what i want?
  i want the beat to drop in right, like...now
  niggas be thinkin im crazy right? (yeah, you are crazy)
  i aint crazy (you are crazy)
  atleast i dont think im crazy, i think my shit is hott,
  i think im hott (you hott but you crazy)
  why they want..i dunno
  its the money that makes shit get ugly
  its the money that make these hoes love me
  its the money that make niggas wanna slug me
  man i thought the money would make it all lovely
  yo i actually write what i do or see
  the felonies from day to day make me say what i say
  when i die my auto be worth as much as picasso
  dont cry for me smile for me
  an' if you see dem niggas who wet me, wow for me
  remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed,
  an all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
  let my tombstone read "i tried"
  an from the start everything i wrote was from my heart
  so its always gon be number 1 on my chart
  i get sensitive wit my shit, dont fuck with my art
  sometimes it sounds like im playin' but im sayin' this shit is real
  it aint a game
  (chorus)
  they say the good die young
  i guess these grimy niggas live a long time
  sit in fancy whips, sip champagne, an' shine
  keep your eyes on yours while i keep my eyes on mine
  (repeat)
  (end chorus)
  first it happened to stretch, then to pac and big
  im convinced it could happen to anybody here
  so i get vest-ed up when i get dressed up
  an' the hood is messed up,
  niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
  if its Don that u drinkin, fill up my cup
  if u gossipin' about me, shut the fuck up
  why dont niggas act like they hard? when they know they but.
  when gettin' robbed aint a good time to press your luck
  dude listen, if you move, ima hurt you
  you'll get your time to shine later, paitence is a virture
  right now, what you need to do is gimme the cash
  forget about your boss bein' mad, just save your ass
  be a good boy, now go an' get your stash
  i see you throwin next to the garbage can like it was trash
  ight run along before i shoot your ass
  i hate to do this to you, bt i really need this cash
  (chorus)
  i know we all gonna go, but i hate to go fast,
  then again i dont think it'd be fun to stick around an' go last
  man listen if you really really like this shit,
  nigga call steve stout (?) and ill write your shit
  call him now before i drop
  for real cuz after i drop
  im gonna be chargin y'all niggas like 40 a pop
  to each his own
  me? i'd get it while it was cheap
  typical mentality, i know. straight from the street
  1999's the year of the predator
  killin' to eat
  niggas will treat you like an egg when you come to cop with your beat
  gimme your dough, oh your wore your jewels? what a treat.
  your a generous guy, take 'em off or die
  man, we hurtin round here, aint nobody slingin pie,
  look around, aint nobody 'round here fly
  why you around here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
  kiss your ass goodbye
  (chorus 2x)

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  That Ain't Gangsta

  [Verse 1:]
  How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch?
  you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
  I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
  man, I stack chips and I unload clips
  after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
  some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
  you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard
  yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
  big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
  damm Dog, you been in here that long?
  you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
  a convo is only three words, 'yo whattup'
  you ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
  let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit
  and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit
  some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
  after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
  I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails
  a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
  he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye
  I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
  and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
  If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
  niggas you think is real really can't hold they own
  I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
  in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
  it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome
  scars are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.
  [Chorus]
  You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
  Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta)
  rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
  you only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
  niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
  you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
  niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
  If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)
  [Verse 2:]
  You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
  I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
  when I walk by, niggas like 'Fifty don't play Son'
  'yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga...'
  max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
  bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block
  the things that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat
  down goes the window....out goes the heat
  I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' trackmeet
  some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
  some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
  nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
  it's extortion, it happens in the hood often
  claim more lives than choices, free abortions
  Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
  'cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
  I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block shit
  that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
  see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
  I still stash crack money in my sock, shit
  ya'll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
  leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
  Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this
  since '86 my whole clique pop Criss.
  [Chorus]
  5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
  1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
  What the fuck you know about that?

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  Star & Buc Outro

  Uh Uh Uh Uh yall know how we do diz......
  ya ya ya uh
  (Verse 1)
  aight i see starbuckz,
  and i see you,
  you look like coffee,
  you hot and black,
  i almost had an asthma attack,
  so y don't we roll,
  and we can do it in da back,
  of my car,
  we won't go dat far....
  i'm tired of ryming anyone wanna go get some coffee?
  [g-unit sayz "aight"]

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  Talk About Meshow lyrics

  Talk About Me

  [Intro]
  Yeah! Ha Ha!
  [Chorus]
  Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
  I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
  [Verse 1]
  I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
  50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
  We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
  Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
  Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
  Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
  How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land
  That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can
  [Chorus]
  Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
  I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
  [Verse 2]
  Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
  Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz
  Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him
  Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right
  I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
  And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
  Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
  And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat
  [Chorus]
  Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
  I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
  [Verse 3]
  I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
  But even my mom talk about him bad
  She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
  He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
  I don't know why but there personalities collide
  And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
  You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
  They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady
  [Chorus]
  Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
  I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
  [Verse 4]
  Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
  He left us in the hood we fucked up
  Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat
  You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
  Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit
  He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
  That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about
  [Chorus]
  Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
  I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
  [Verse 5]
  That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
  He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
  Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock
  You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
  Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
  Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
  I tought him what it takes, to go this far
  Boy I'm the reason you are what you are
  [Chorus]
  Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
  I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
  Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
  I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

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  Soldier

  (feat. G-Unit)
  [50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking]
  [Hook]
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
  [50 Cent]
  It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
  But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
  Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
  I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
  Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
  Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
  When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
  Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
  If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
  Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
  Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
  Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
  You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
  This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
  You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
  Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis
  [Hook]
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
  [Lloyd Banks]
  It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
  Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
  Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats
  I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
  Duck nigga, everdays war
  I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store
  Don't make me send the piece at you
  I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
  Look creampuff, you can get killed here
  Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
  I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
  So I'mma fuck all fifty fans
  Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
  All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down
  We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown
  I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya
  [Hook]
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
  (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
  [Tony Yayo]
  I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
  Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
  Four five six feet, I off ya feet
  I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
  Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em
  Give it up, Burger King is hirin'
  You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
  Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
  I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
  Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
  For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
  That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
  I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line
  So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
  I jump out with a nina and a mack
  I have you like Khia, my neck, my back

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  Say What You Want

  (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
  Yo, niggas be askin me 'yo 50 who you got beef wit?'
  I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
  I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit
  If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
  G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
  [Tony Yayo]
  I get money, money I got
  so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
  I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
  And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta
  heavy pistol sales for living
  my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
  while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep
  thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
  see me in a black lex, hard-top
  My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
  I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
  So I'm gon sell like the box office features
  Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
  but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
  cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches
  and plus we on the road to the riches
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  You can say what you want about me
  As long as you don't get in the way of my money
  Cause all that talking shit to me played out
  Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
  [Lloyd Banks]
  Lately I been going through a phase
  Hope they aint tap the phones
  Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
  Therefore I'm on the move with the squad
  I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
  Picture me putting jewels on a broad
  I'd rather put shoes on the car
  A pool in the yard
  You don't really wanna fool with the god
  Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
  In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
  And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
  Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
  Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
  Tryin to be cool
  Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
  Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes
  And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses
  [Chorus]
  [50 Cent]
  Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
  What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
  Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
  What I learned from watching Brucie B
  Look, I shot the sheriff
  And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
  Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends
  Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz
  I'm all about the chips
  I done took them trips
  22's on the 6
  26 on the bricks
  And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more
  I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
  You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need
  But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
  Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged
  Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
  Gimme his watch and his chain
  We not the same, he a lame
  He want pussy I'm bout my money man
  Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
  Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
  Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
  I'll see you another day motherfucker it's 50
  Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker
  [Chorus]

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  Ryder Music

  [Intro]
  Yeah
  Yeah we can ride to this
  Just lay back, crew
  [Verse 1]
  Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
  I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
  I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
  Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
  I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown *****s
  In a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****s
  Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
  Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore
  I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tell
  The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
  The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
  Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
  I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
  Go through the hood, there's mad *****s on my dick
  Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
  T&T; around, I can still make blow move
  [Chorus x2]
  This is what you call ryder music
  All the gangstas are ridin' to it
  Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
  When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
  [Let's go]
  [Verse 2]
  Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
  On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
  Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
  In my favorite position, you know how it goes
  In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit 'This is When Thugs Cry'
  This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
  Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
  Stay on point, cause *****s will ride and smoke you
  Jealousy's for women, but some *****s is bitch made
  They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade
  They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
  My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs
  Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
  Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
  Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
  You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
  [Chorus x2]
  This is what you call ryder music
  All the gangstas are ridin' to it
  Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
  When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
  [Let's go]
  [Verse 3]
  My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
  Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
  Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'
  Like the stones on my wrist
  Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich
  Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
  Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
  I'm fallin', in love with success
  Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
  Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
  Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
  As wise men speak, I listen and learn
  A man dies, a baby's born, my *****s the world turns
  Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
  They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
  In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
  Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up
  [Chorus x2]
  This is what you call ryder music
  All the gangstas are ridin' to it
  Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
  When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
  [Let's go]

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  Rotten Apple

  [50 Cent]
  I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation
  I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
  I tell you 'take it off' no hesitaaaaaation
  Nigga you play around, I lay you down
  That's how it's goin' down
  Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents
  My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation
  Niggaz be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin'
  Nigga you play around, I lay you down
  That's how it's goin' down
  I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason
  Nigga witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em
  If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em
  Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
  That's how it's goin' down
  [Chorus]
  Better watch how you talk
  Better watch where you walk
  On the streets of New York
  That's how we get down
  22's on the jeep
  Somthin' deep in the seat
  When we creep wit the heat
  That's how we get down
  [50 Cent]
  Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
  Stick up kids don't live long in New York
  Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
  Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three
  In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin'
  Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan
  I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
  Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
  I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
  We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?
  My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused
  On the track ready to choose, like 'Daddy we want you'
  My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me
  Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
  Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
  I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
  That's how we get down
  [Chorus]
  Better watch how you talk
  Better watch where you walk
  On the streets of New York
  That's how we get down
  22's on the jeep
  Somthin' deep in the seat
  When we creep wit the heat
  That's how we get down
  [50 Cent]
  In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
  O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit
  I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
  I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.
  Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
  It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life
  You should here they be sayin' man '50 be flippin''
  'Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin''
  I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked
  It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts
  Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
  Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with
  the pump, you can have it how you want
  But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh)
  Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?
  I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
  That's how we get down
  [Chorus]
  Better watch how you talk
  Better watch where you walk
  On the streets of New York
  That's how we get down
  22's on the jeep
  Somthin' deep in the seat
  When we creep wit the heat
  That's how we get down

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  PT2. & Bump Heads

  [50 Cent]
  Yeah, Shady, Haha
  G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!!!
  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 cuz Shady said so...
  I'm on fire!!
  [Eminem]
  Everybody's in a rush tryna get to 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 just 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 muthafucka Ja must've 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?
  Jus keep singin the same song recycled
  We'd all much rather get along and fight you
  Me and Hailie danced to your songs, we like 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 dog 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 ta
  So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk?
  When I walked up to you like, "Ja what up, dog?"
  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'm a grown man dog 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
  Chorus x2:
  [50 Cent]
  I know you don't want it with me
  You know you don't want it with me
  You talk and soon ya go'n see
  You don't wanna bump heads 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 7 and 3/8s
  Irv you ain't Suge Knight, (???)
  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 Siegel, bitch
  (Chorus x2)
  [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 and
  They see me pop a boy for an icey cuz 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 pictures
  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, muthafucka
  (Chorus x2)

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  Power Of The Dollar

  [Talking]
  Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
  This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
  50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
  [Verse 1]
  Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
  Some get addicted, some do it for fun
  Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
  And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
  I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
  Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son
  Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
  NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit
  Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
  Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
  It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
  Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass
  Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past
  If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
  This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last
  Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
  Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass
  I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
  The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)
  [Verse 2]
  Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots
  I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops
  I'm 'Livin Off Xperience' like Lox, I'm hot
  Check what I got, shorty got knocked
  Comin' up out the capsule spot
  On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops
  So my man got shot
  In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block
  I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
  Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast
  Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
  Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast
  The kid who had it done was a crude fella
  Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella
  We ain't know them, but now we know better
  Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
  He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
  Believe that, now niggas know that he's back
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 3]
  I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it
  Parents warn their kids, about people like me
  I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter
  Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo)
  50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens
  Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it
  I check and correct it, flow perfected
  I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it
  If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast
  Respect a nigga cash
  My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
  Fuck the police, handle beef on the street
  On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's
  If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him
  Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid
  They send their dogs to come get me
  They wet shit, but they ain't hit me
  Word in the hood is 50, shifty
  Niggas they don't want to go against me
  Cause they know I hunt your ass alive
  [Chorus]

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  Poor Lil Rich

  [Verse 1]
  I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
  My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
  My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
  My whip saying quit playing bitch get in
  My earring saying we can hit the mall together
  Shorty its only right that we ball together
  I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style
  Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
  My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick
  That's why these niggaz is on my dick
  Some hate me, some love my hits
  Flex my man he gon bump my shit
  See I'm alive man I really don't care
  I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
  You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
  My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
  [Chorus: repeat 2x]
  I was a poor nigga
  Now I'm a rich nigga
  Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga
  You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
  In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga
  [Verse 2]
  New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good
  Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
  I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
  I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar
  See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front
  I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)
  My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
  You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump
  Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
  I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
  See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
  I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
  I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
  Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
  Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
  C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen
  [Chorus (2x)]
  I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
  Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
  Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
  Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
  Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game
  But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
  Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
  These young boys, they done got they own work man
  [Chorus (2x)]

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  Patiently Waitingshow lyrics

  Patiently Waiting

  (feat. Eminem)
  [50 Cent talking]
  Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right...
  I.. I owe you for this one
  [Chorus]
  I've been patiently waiting
  For a track to explode on (yea)
  You can stun if you want
  And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
  It feels like my flows
  Been hot for so long (yea)
  If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
  Fall off your so wrong
  [50 Cent]
  I'm innocent in my head
  Like a baby born dead
  Destination heaven
  Sittin political passengers from 9-11 (yea)
  The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)
  Shit I aint even got to try to shine
  God's a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain
  I got scribtures in my brain
  I can spit at your thang
  Straight out the good book
  Look niggaz is shook
  50 fear no man warrior
  Swing swords like Conan
  Picture me pen in hand
  Write lines knowin' THE SOURCE will quote it
  When I die they'll read this
  And say a genius wrote it
  I grew up witout my Pops
  Shit that make me bitter
  I caught cases and got out
  Does that make me a quitter
  In this white mans world
  I'm simmilar to a squirral
  Lookin for a slut
  Wit a nice butt to get a nut
  If I get shot today my phone
  Will stop ringing again
  These industry niggaz ain't friends
  They know how to pretend
  [Chorus (2x)]
  I've been patiently waiting
  For a track to explode on (yea)
  You can stun if you want
  And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
  It feels like my flows
  Been hot for so long (yea)
  If you thinkin Im'a fuckin
  Fall off your so wrong
  (It's 50!!)
  [Eminem]
  Youve been patiently waiting
  To make it through all the hate
  Debatin weither or not
  You can even weather the storm
  When she lay on the table
  They operating to save you
  It's like a Angel came to you
  Sent from the heavens above
  They think they crazy
  But they ain't crazy lets face it
  Shit basically they just playin sick
  They ain't shit they ain't sayin shit
  Spray umh 50 [gun shots]
  A to K get in the way
  I bring Dre and them wit me
  And turn this day into fuckin mayhem
  You stayin wit me
  Don't let me lose you
  I'm not tryin to confuse you
  When I let lose wit this uzi
  And just shoot through your Izuzu
  You get the message
  Am I gettin through to you
  You know it's comin
  You motherfuckers dont even kno do you
  Take some BIG and some PAC
  And you mix them up in a pot
  Sprinkle a lil 'BIG L' on top
  What the fuck do you got?
  You got the realest and illest killers
  Tied up in a knot
  The Juggernaughts of this rap shit
  Like it or not it's like a fight to the top
  Just to see who die for the spot
  You put your life in this
  Nothin like survivng a shot
  Y'all know what time it is
  Soon as 50 signs on this dot
  Shit what you know about death threats
  Cause I get alot
  Shady Records was 80 seconds
  Away from the towers
  Some cowards fucked with the wrong building
  They meant to hit ours
  Better evacuate all children
  Nuclear showers theres nothin spookier
  Your now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50!
  [Chorus]
  I've been patiently waiting
  For a track to explode on (yea)
  You can stun if you want
  And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
  It feels like my flows
  Been hot for so long (yea)
  If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
  Fall off your so wrong
  (It's 50!!)
  It's the Gun Squad here
  And you hear the shots go off
  (It's 50, They say It's 50)
  You see a nigga laid out
  Wit his fuckin top blown off
  (It's 50, Man that was'nt 50)
  They don't holla my name
  [50 Cent]
  You should'nt throw stones
  If you live in a glass house
  And if you got a glass jaw
  You should watch your mouf
  Cause I'll break your face
  Have you ass runnin
  Mumbling to the J
  Your going against me dogg
  You makin a mistake
  I split yo lip
  You lookin like them
  Michael JackSon Jackets
  Wit all them zippers
  I'm the boss on this boat
  You can call me Skipper
  The way I turn the money over
  You should call me Flipper
  Your Bitch a regular Bitch
  Your callin her Wifey
  I fucked her feed her fast food
  You keepin' her Icey
  I'm down to sell records
  But not my soul
  Snoop said this in '94
  'We don't love them ho's'
  I got pennies for my thoughts
  Now I'm rich
  See the 20's spinnin'
  Lookin mean on the 6
  Nigga's wearin flags
  Cause the colors match they clothes
  The get caught in the wrong hood
  And filled up with holes
  Motherfucka'
  [Chorus (2x)]
  I've been patiently waiting
  For a track to explode on (yea)
  You can stun if you want
  And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
  It feels like my flows
  Been hot for so long (yea)
  If you thinkin Im'a fuckin
  Fall off your so wrong
  (It's 50!!)

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  Outta Controlshow lyrics

  Outta Control

  [Yea
  Shady..........
  Aftermath
  I guess you didn't kno'
  I'd b back fo mo'
  Everbody's on da flo'
  Goin, Goin, out of control
  Set it off on yo left dawg
  Set it off on yo right dawg
  Set it off, nigga I said set it off
  Verse 1
  Sick wit it, walk wit it, get wit it whaaa
  In da club I get it goin, goin, uhhhh
  Juss move it to da music, it's on
  Da sound of 50 and D.R.E.
  Everythings calculated in time precise
  Neva move, anotha mill, let's get rite aiight
  Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
  I'm feelin lucky enuff to bet it all on a dice
  Shorty do wachu wanna do, hit da dance floor
  Move how you wanna move, later on, we can cruise
  if you wanna cruise, it's whateva you want
  The fact is I got water and I flow
  Chorus:
  I do my thang in da club
  Every chance I get I tear it up
  Dance floor jam packed, look
  I got em, goin, goin, out of control
  Set it off on yo left dawg
  Set it off on yo right dawg
  Set it off, nigga I said set it off
  Verse 2
  System bumpin, dance floor jumpin
  We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin
  Dat's wachu get, you in my hood
  I thought you understood
  You know me, V.I.P. no I.D.
  Bottles of D.P., I do it real B.I.G.
  Bitches break their neck to be where I be
  Take em to extacy without extacy
  I'mma cheff, you need a hit, I got the recipe
  Doc got the antidote, drums and the notes
  Can you feel it, Em said fo me to make you feel it
  Remind you dat you rockin wit the realest
  Chorus:
  I do my thang in da club
  Every chance I get I tear it up
  Dance floor jam packed, look
  I got em, goin, goin, out of control
  Set it off on yo left dawg
  Set it off on yo right dawg
  Set it off, nigga I said set it off
  Verse 3
  I'm hot boiy, I'm burnin up
  I do muh thang in da club wit da burna tucked
  Till da speakers all blown, we gon turn it up
  And do da damn thang, n do that man
  Shorey hit me higher, then hit me low
  Get da poppin n shakin dat thang on da flo'
  A lil dose of it, now I want sum mo'
  Nobody threw that thang on me like dat befo'
  I'll be a fiend fo it, it's da way you move
  But I ain't payin fo it, cuz I ain't no fool
  If you okay wit it, tonight I stay wit it
  Hit da tally, play wit it, in a major did it
  Chorus:
  I do my thang in da club
  Every chance I get I tear it up
  Dance floor jam packed, look
  I got em, goin, goin, out of control
  Set it off on yo left dawg
  Set it off on yo right dawg
  Set it off, nigga I said set it off]

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  P.I.M.P.show lyrics

  P.I.M.P.

  Get Rich or Die tryin
  (Chorus 2x)
  I don’t know what u heard about me
  But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
  No Cadillac, no perms u can’t see
  That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
  (Verse1)
  Now shorty she in da club, she’s dancing for dollars
  She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
  That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
  She’s feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her
  I spit a little G man and my game got her
  A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada
  Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her
  I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
  She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
  She from the country, think she like me cuz I’m from New York
  I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head
  I’m that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread
  I could care less how she perform while she in the bed
  Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid
  Look baby this is simple u cant see, u fucking me u fucking with a P-I-M-P
  (Chorus 2x)
  (Verse 2)
  I’m by my money u see, girl u can holla at me
  If you fucking with me, I’m a P-I-M-P
  Not what u see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
  Head full of hair bitch I’m a P-I-M-P
  Come get money with me, if you curious to see
  How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
  Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV
  From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
  Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball
  We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
  We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
  If ever you need some one, I’m the one u should call
  Ill be there to pick u up if ever u should fall
  If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small
  That other nigga u be with aint about shit
  I’m your friend, your father, your confidant, BITCH
  (Chorus 2x)
  (Verse 3)
  Shorty I told u fools before, I stay with the twos
  I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
  I holla at a hoe till I got a bitch confused
  She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes
  I’m shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
  Man this ho, you could have her when I’m done I aint gonna keep her
  Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know
  They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low
  Bitch tutor me how u strippin in the street
  Put my other hoes down u get your ass beat
  Now lick my bottom bitch, u always come up with my bread
  The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
  Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch
  Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6
  Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch
  Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick
  (Chorus 2x)
  Yea, In Hollywood they say there’s no business like show business
  In the hood they say there’s no business like ho business
  U know
  See I talk a little fast, but if u listen real fast
  I aint gotta slow down for u 2 catch up BITCH
  Hahaha, Yea

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  My Toy Soldiershow lyrics

  My Toy Soldier

  [Intro- 50 Cent]
  You ready? OK let me wind you up
  Do it exactly the way i say do it
  man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
  Get up nice and close (yeah!)
  [Chorus- 50 Cent]
  I put that battery in his back
  I'm the reason why he move like that
  That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier
  I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
  You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
  I say it's on, then it's on
  Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
  If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more
  You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier
  [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
  This is so close, now follow instructions
  Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
  I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'
  They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
  Here's what to do if you see him approach me,
  Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.
  Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
  I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
  Everytime I come around they call the police on me
  Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
  They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
  I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
  You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
  Mad as a mothafucka that I'm holdin
  See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
  Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man
  Hold me down
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 2: 50 Cent]
  Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
  You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker
  Every word out my mouth is felt
  That ?? I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will melt
  Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,
  gored, ya head all taped up
  niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
  Haha, my soldiers around in this,
  some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
  Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
  Black tint on the Testarossa,
  Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped
  You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
  You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit
  Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
  We organize discipline, plus we militant
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
  [Wierd intro by Yayo]
  I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
  Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
  niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
  I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat
  My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja
  My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger
  In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies
  Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries
  Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's
  50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
  Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
  50 grand, and 50 man
  [chorus]

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  MTV Intro

  Yo yo yo...what up everybody this is fiddy' cent comin to ya here from TRL-total request live.

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  Material Girl 2000show lyrics

  Material Girl 2000

  If a bitch don't like me
  Somethin' wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch)
  Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now?
  Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know
  thats how the shit work, you know what I'm sayin'
  they supposed to love me now baby
  I'm doin' it now baby
  hahahaha
  [Chorus]
  Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
  I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while
  Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
  The money gonna make you sell your soul
  [Verse One]
  Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright
  Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons
  talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope
  you got a smile that only a fool would forget
  and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit
  There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain
  buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
  she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip
  Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
  but on the sidewalk we ain't play games
  we exchanged numbers and names
  I went back to the Range
  I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' 'I know that nigga, he rich'
  she think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch
  anyway, her name is CeCe
  she said she go to BMCC
  push a '98 328 with chrome BB's
  she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
  she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me.
  [Chorus]
  [Verse Two]
  It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
  type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya
  they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
  these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World
  Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit?
  oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick?
  nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'?
  platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
  I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
  that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it
  know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends
  probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz
  I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
  Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not
  long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop
  it goes on and on and on and it don't stop.
  [Chorus]
  [Verse Three]
  One thing you can always count on is change
  and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
  had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
  would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change
  now it's hard to find us or stay behind us
  while we on the 900 double R Hondas
  watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
  while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
  all these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World
  you can find a material Girl
  I sip Dom 'till I earl
  take 'em two at a time
  quick I get in they mind
  have 'em thinkin' they mine
  bust off then tell 'em 'Bust a Uey, on mo' time'
  I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year
  got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here
  c'mon... uh huh... c'mon
  [Chorus - repeat 2X]
  Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on...
  Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us...
  aww man... look... he ain't mean that shit...
  c'mon thats just records... niggas is playin'...
  we wasn't serious and shit...

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  Many Men (Wish Death)show lyrics

  Many Men (Wish Death)

  (feat. Lloyd Banks)
  [Lloyd Banks]
  Man we gotta go get something to eat man
  I'm hungry as a motherfucker
  [50 Cent]
  Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
  [Lloyd Banks]
  50, calm down, here he come
  [9 Shots]
  [Banks and 50]
  Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?
  [50 Cent]
  Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
  [50 Cent]
  Many men, wish death upon me
  Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
  I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
  And niggas trying to take my life away
  I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
  My back on the wall, now you gon' see
  Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
  'Cause I'll come and take your life away
  Many men, many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Lord I don't cry no more
  Don't look to the sky no more
  Have mercy on me
  Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
  Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
  I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
  I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
  When I rhyme, something special happen every time
  I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
  I walk the block with the bundles
  I've been knocked on the humble
  Swing the ox when I rumble
  Show your ass what my gun do
  Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
  Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
  I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
  Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
  Many men, many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Lord I don't cry no more
  Don't look to the sky no more
  Have mercy on me
  Have mercy on my soul
  Somewhere my heart turned cold
  Have mercy on many men
  Many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
  Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
  Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
  It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
  This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
  For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
  I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
  Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
  I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
  Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
  Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
  I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
  Many men, many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Lord I don't cry no more
  Don't look to the sky no more
  Have mercy on me
  Have mercy on my soul
  Somewhere my heart turned cold
  Have mercy on many men
  Many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
  I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
  In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
  Psych says some dumb bitch, put a hex on me
  The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
  I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
  I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
  Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
  In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
  Homie shot me three weeks later he got shot down
  Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
  'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
  Many men, many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me
  Lord I don't cry no more
  Don't look to the sky no more
  Have mercy on me
  Have mercy on my soul
  Somewhere my heart turned cold
  Have mercy on many men
  Many, many, many, many men
  Wish death upon me

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  Movin' On Upshow lyrics

  Movin' On Up

  [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
  I run the show now, I got the blow now
  You wanna hold now? You can come cop
  Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
  Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
  The only time is coming, slow down
  See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
  D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
  We gonna come through and set up shop
  You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
  How I change shit, re-arrange shit
  See for you dog, this is new shit
  Im from Southside, nigga we do this
  They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
  When sun lighten up the sky
  Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
  Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!
  [Chorus: 50 Cent]
  We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
  We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
  We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
  We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
  [Verse 2: 50 Cent]
  Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now
  You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
  I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
  Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop now
  One more trip, one more flip
  I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
  They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
  You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
  My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
  Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
  I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
  Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Tech
  Yeah I stunt in the Vette , got stash in the Vette
  I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
  Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
  24. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene
  [Chorus: 50 Cent]
  We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
  We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
  We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
  We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
  [Bridge: 50 Cent]
  Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
  That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard tryna fuck your daughter
  The LSD will have niggas runnin' round tryna kill you for us
  Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap
  [Chorus: 50 Cent]
  We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
  We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
  We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
  We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

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  Man Down

  [50 Cent]
  AOWWWW~! It hurts...
  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - YEAH!!
  D's tryin to plant a murder on me
  In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey
  I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey
  And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me
  You see I'm on your crib it ain't a burglary homey
  They fin' to have me stuck in purgatory
  I'm down to do the stickin when it come to the orgy
  Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
  Wait~! I'm gettin sidetracked, back to the story
  These cocksuckin [censored] got it in fo' me
  [censored] they wanna [censored] me up
  [censored] me find my burner and [censored] me up
  But history repeats itself, they never learn
  The Unit's the new people who gon' [censored]
  Huh, we'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds
  And this [censored] screamin [censored] down
  [Chorus]
  Get in the way, I'll murder dem
  I'll murder dem
  A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
  I said I'll murder dem
  Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
  I'll murder dem
  You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem
  You see I told you I'd murder dem
  [50 Cent]
  They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen
  I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it
  A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
  So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
  I got two felonies, from sellin that crack shit
  And the third one, came from showin niggaz my mac spit
  See I'm down for that daytime action
  Have niggaz crawlin under cars when I start to cappin
  So they don't know what to say to the [censored]
  But they know if word get back, somethin gon' happen
  I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
  When you snitchin where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown
  Southside - I make the best of the worst
  We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first
  Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma
  I come through to see my little nigga with the llama
  [Chorus]

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  Killa Tape Intro

  New York City...
  You are now rockin with 50 cent..
  Are you ready?
  [Gun click]
  I said are you ready?
  See you wit me nigga?
  DROP DEAD.
  [mumbles:] Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
  "G UNIT"
  "Somthin new"
  I'm not that nigga in your video
  I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes
  and Niggaz know, I be on the low
  but I miss my dawg
  and I twist my drawer
  I'm not that nigga that you think you know
  I walk around with a big fo-fo
  You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg
  I be at rite are your crib, right at your door
  What up 50?
  Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted alot
  I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop
  so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin
  Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin
  im so hard at nine-teen I bought a benz, I did.
  The older niggaz really wasn't feelin the kid
  Try to find where I live so they could run in my crib
  but you can't hustle a hustler I peeped it and slid
  Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo
  At six months I told them "Million go tops on Gar-bo"
  Country came around, hes into clappin
  country left, same shit started happening
  Like "He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins,
  Cory shot drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men
  The cycle never changes, shit just starts again..
  "naw nigga, ain't nuthin changed nigga,
  yea I've been gone for a minute, but I'm BACK!"
  (damn 50 it's good to see you back in the hood)
  you see my cherry red SL nigga I'm doin good
  sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
  so, I take a quote from menace "LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!"
  I'm addicted to stuntin, now that I'm holdin something,
  I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ?
  (oh will you let me hold something?)
  nigga you high or something? I don't play games I'm
  bout my money nigga buy something!
  I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's,
  Here nigga take one...
  "yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga,
  you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean?
  But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes
  when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang knowhatI'msayin?
  I don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me
  Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin
  "50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us" ha ha...
  Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know? New shit!!!
  All the shit I put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes
  I got a million...
  ...
  OH MY GOD!! My shit is so hot right now I'm in the zone

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  Life's On The Line

  Nobody likes me
  Nobody likes me, but that's okay
  Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
  ...And I don't like y'all anyway
  Fuck all y'all!!
  My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
  My gat talk for me
  BLAT! Wutup homie
  For bitches who don't know me
  ...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
  Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
  Coke price go up, cats is come down
  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
  Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
  They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
  Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
  OG's look at me and see what they used to be
  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
  The thug, they pop shit
  The thug that pop clips
  The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
  [Hook]
  Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
  Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
  Murder! (I don't believe you!)
  Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
  Make me catch her on the late night
  Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
  I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
  Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
  I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
  Unless he say she say she on my dick
  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
  You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
  I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once
  In the hood they be like, 'Damn, 50 really spitted on em'
  'You heard that shit?' 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on em'
  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
  You just a small player in this game, play a part son
  [Hook]
  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
  Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
  And TV's in the dash, pa
  See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
  I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
  Keep my rent split up
  Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
  Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
  50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
  I'ma say this shit now and never again
  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
  The games you playin, you get killed like that
  Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
  See me when you see me nigga, one
  (One)
  [Hook]
  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
  You gon make me catch her on the late night
  Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

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  G-Unit Skitshow lyrics

  G-Unit Skit

  AHHHHHHHH YOU
  what the fuck man, this that nigga banger man
  no more fuckin smurf, i got some wools with meman
  Yah nigga, thats whats up
  thats this nigga Jess, nigga AT
  My motherfuckin nigga, wrong lee
  Low, that nigga Ice, you know
  109 got brew
  Do or die, Ja, Star, woo
  Big leaky leak, my brother Sweets, my nigga eddie
  G-UNITTT
  My niggas bang bang, my nigga 50,
  G-UNIT ALL DAY
  I'll buck a nigga for my nigga 50, that act up nigga
  We got some wools with us niggas
  Fuckin faggots
  We ain't no blood or a crip nigga
  We doin our own thing
  G-UNIT!

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  In My Hood

  [Verse 1]
  Niggas screw they face up at me
  On some real shit son, they don't want beef
  I cock that, aim that shit out the window
  Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat
  Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
  Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it
  You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
  Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
  I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
  If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
  niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
  Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
  The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass
  I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
  I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
  Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk
  [Chorus]
  In my hood
  niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
  In my hood
  A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
  In my hood
  niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
  In my hood
  niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
  In my hood
  [Verse 2]
  I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool
  On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe
  To have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your place
  Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
  As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
  Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you
  Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
  These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
  I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'
  Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'
  They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
  I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot
  [Chorus]
  In my hood
  niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
  In my hood
  A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
  In my hood
  niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
  In my hood
  niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
  In my hood
  [Verse 3]
  That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
  Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
  Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'
  Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'
  Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
  Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
  Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
  Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli
  The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up
  You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up
  It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
  You know not to do good now
  [Chorus]
  In my hood
  niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
  In my hood
  A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
  In my hood
  niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
  In my hood
  niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
  In my hood

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  If I Can't Remix

  (feat. Jay-Z)
  [Intro - 50 Cent + (Jay-Z)]
  (YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
  I know you hear the footsteps
  [Chorus - 50 Cent]
  If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
  Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
  I'ma take it to the top
  Fo sho' I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
  [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
  I apply pressure to pussies, that stuntin' I pop
  Stand alone squeezin' my pistol, I'm sure that I gotta
  Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
  Now 50 Cent, I write a lil' bit, but I pop nines
  Tell niggaz, 'Get they money right,' cause I got mine
  And I'm around quit playin' nigga, you can't shine
  You gon' be that next chump, to end up in the trunk
  After bein' hit by the pump, is that what you want
  Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out
  Be-lieve me nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta
  You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
  Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah!)
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 2 - Jay-Z + (50 Cent)]
  Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
  'Cause I rhyme like, I be rhymin' in the Rove', rhymin' in them HO!
  Ma like the diamond will blind you at the show
  I don't shine, I glow, I remind you of that dough
  Don't I, did I, hustle the game, just the thought alone
  Give me a boner, coach caved into a coma
  Can't out hustle a hustla
  You can't out play a player, this rap shit is a lay-up
  In my former buis' motherfuckers will spray ya
  In the music buis' motherfuckers, just say stuff
  Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play tough
  When the camera's on, when the camera's gone
  Niggaz wanna set up meetings
  'Cause they know most likely when I see 'em, I'ma set up a beatin'
  Windows no tints, cars, no rims
  That's because we handle ours, like grown men
  I ain't touch ya wheels, sent I drove the Ben'
  That's 'cause it was a Coupe, nah I ain't suit
  I'm just telling the truth, you Tom Cruise
  You can't handle it, handle it, nigga is what I do
  I try to be modest, on 'Blueprint 2'
  Y'all don't respect modest, y'all respect my dollars
  You gotta believe, I think like an artist
  But my bills through the roof, can't do numbers like The Roots
  (Oh No) No disrespect, I be tryna disconnect
  But niggaz keep pulling me back in, trapped in
  My pops gotta live wit this order, my whole live in disordered
  And I just got his living room ordered
  And you wanna why the chip on my shoulders
  Is more like a brick or a boulder, you understand maybe, when you get older
  Got a hundred niggaz on ya dick, saying you oughta
  Record like this or what have you, nigga's is back stabbing you
  Bitches mad at you, 'cause they can't have you
  Press wanna know about the daughter of Matthew
  Now it's back to the hood again, all Black hood again
  Back to old lady saying, what I coulda been
  Back to the gats, you forgot, I'm real good with them
  They gon' put a nigga in jail, oh well
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 3 - 50 Cent + (Dr. Dre)]
  I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack 'em
  You holdin' a strap, he might come back so clap 'em
  React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin'
  'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be askin, 'What happened?'
  OH, NO, look who crept in with the FO', FO'
  Twenty inch rims sittin on LOW-PRO
  Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW, I'm LO-CO
  Even my mama said, 'Something really wrong with my brain'
  Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
  G-UNIT! we get it poppin' in the hood
  G-UNIT! motherfucker what's good
  I'm waitin' on niggaz to act like they don't know how to act
  I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
  With the Mac, thinkin it's all rap
  'Til that ass get clapped, and Doc say 'It's a wrap'
  (It's a wrap, nigga)
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 4 - Jay-Z]
  I'm not the two, not the three, not the four, the five
  I take the pain from my life, pour it all inside
  Take my strain and my strife, take my ego and pride
  Used it to kick down the door, brought my people inside
  And I hope you, ain't think I wrote this
  To entertain you, that ain't what I came to do
  I will bang you, I will act like orangutan's do
  I give you hot wings, turn niggaz to angels
  Understand my angle, I'm safety first
  Don't make me act, like the safety don't work
  Tough niggaz get it the worst, I'm beggin you come for us
  I'm giving motherfuckers, dirt com-forters
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 5 - 50 Cent]
  I been feelin I have to teach lessons to slow learners
  Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
  I don't fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
  I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya heard me
  When streetlights come on, niggaz blast the nines
  Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
  In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
  Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
  They ain't nothin' they could do, to stop my shine
  This is +God's Plan+ homey, this ain't mine
  I played the music loud so grandpa called me a nuisance
  And grandma, who always gotta throw her two cents
  I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers
  Roofless/ruthless like the Coupe, but I come with more features
  I am what I am, you could like it or love it
  It feels good to pull fifty grand and think nothin of it, fuck it
  [Chorus x2]
  [Outro - 50 Cent]
  Uh huh, hood make it hot
  Dr. Dre, Aftermath
  Shady, ha ha

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  If I Can't

  Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
  [Hook: 50 Cent]
  If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
  Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
  I'ma take it to the top
  Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
  [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
  I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
  Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
  Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
  I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
  Tell niggaz, 'Get they money right,' cuz I got mine
  And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
  You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
  After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
  Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
  Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
  You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
  Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)
  [Hook: 50 Cent]
  If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
  Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
  I'ma take it to the top
  Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
  [Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
  I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
  You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
  React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
  Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, 'Whut happened?'
  OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
  20 inch rims sitting on Lo Pros
  Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, i'm loco
  Even my mama said, 'Something really wrong with my brain'
  Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
  G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
  G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
  I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
  I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
  With the mack, thinkin its all rap
  Til that ass get clapped and Doc say 'It's a wrap'
  (It's a wrap, nigga)
  [Hook: 50 Cent]
  If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
  Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
  I'ma take it to the top
  Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
  [Verse 3: 50 Cent]
  I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
  Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
  I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
  I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
  When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
  Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
  In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
  Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
  They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
  This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
  I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
  And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents
  I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
  Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
  I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
  It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
  Fuck it
  [Hook: 50 Cent]
  If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
  Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
  I'ma take it to the top
  Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
  If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
  Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
  I'ma take it to the top
  Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
  Uh huh, hood make it hot
  Dr Dre, Aftermath
  Shady, ha ha

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  I'm A Hustler

  Rule number one don't go against the grain
  Rule number two give respect where respect due
  Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
  [gun click sound] the 45 will tear you out the frame
  Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
  Don't mean nothin changed but the things my money bring
  My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
  You peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail
  I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme
  Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines
  An old timer schooled me don't burn bridges my friend
  Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim
  I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York
  Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk
  He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
  Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve
  [chorus]
  (Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow
  I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack)
  [Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler]
  [3x]
  [chorus]
  Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
  Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
  With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
  Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine
  Hate a liar more than I hate thief
  A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality
  The streets I know'em like my ABC's
  Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese
  Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's
  Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's
  Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
  Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me
  If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride
  I'm the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride
  Letters on my shirt read DKNY
  Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY
  [Chorus]
  They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound
  I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
  See many men live baby and many men die
  Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high
  Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends
  Your enemies remain the same friends always change
  I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
  You can get him in the face dog or down his back
  All bullshit aside now its time to be honest
  I fear no man for death is all thats promised
  I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit
  From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
  This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
  I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine
  Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names
  Skate to wait to date and the jake
  [chorus]

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  I Smell Pussyshow lyrics

  I Smell Pussy

  *Sniff Sniff* You smell that?
  What's that?
  I smell pussy! (Is that you Irv?)
  I smell pussy! (Is that you Ja?)
  I smell pussy! (Is that you Black?)
  I smell pussy! (Is that you Tah?)
  [Verse One]
  Y'all niggas is pussy!!!!!
  I'm falling out nigga now watch me (watch me)
  Ain't nothing you can do to stop me (stop me)
  Y'all niggas get so emotional (emotional)
  You remind me of my bitch...HaHa
  It's not of my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
  What she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
  Quite of probation just make it harder for me to accept her as my own
  She tries to tie up my phone and
  I'm not at home she's thinking I'm not alone
  Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
  I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up
  But see it's hard to fuck wit somebody after she touches me
  Mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
  But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
  That way I will never lose
  See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22's
  You say I confuse you play little trick with your head
  Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed
  I'm not here to tease you mislead you with so your dreams
  I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
  I'M A PIMP!!!!
  [Chorus (twice)]
  Girl you know I like when you climb on top
  Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
  And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
  Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy
  Girl you know I like when you climb on top
  Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
  And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
  Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy
  [Verse Two]
  When I first met her, I did anything to get her
  Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator
  Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up
  But couldn't get off 'cause your baby would stay up
  She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
  That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
  A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
  Sing-Sing is where he been in
  She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
  Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
  Motor Bikes and grams of fish scale
  So 9 to 5 niggas was no frill
  Turning young niggas with principals to old men with debts
  And all the prank calls was death threats
  That bitch got the best sex all across the globe
  And the bitch head game was out of control
  [Chorus (twice)]
  [Verse Three]
  I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me
  Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy
  I'm fuckin wit you
  I'm feeling your shape I'm feeling your eyes
  later on I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs
  Sweetheart you book smart and street-smart
  I knew you was my type from the very, very start
  I'm in to tongue kissing 4 play all day
  Mamma ain't home so the noise is okay
  ODB you know he like it the raw way
  Latex, safe sex ,no hickeys on the neck
  Now your learning
  The lords blesses make me wiser as the worlds turning
  My tongue touch the right spot I'll have your toes curling
  Whether we just kicking it or we sexing
  I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection
  So when niggas make mistakes I correct 'em and
  When niggas get out of line I check the man
  [Chorus]

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  In Da Clubshow lyrics

  In Da Club

  go go go go go go go shawty
  its ya birthday
  we gonna party like its ya birthday
  we gonna sip bicardi like its ya birthay
  and u know we dont give a fuck that its ya birthday
  u can find me in the club
  bottle full of bub
  mami i got the x
  if u in to takin drugs
  im in there havin sex
  aint in to makin love
  so cum give me a hug
  if u in there gettin rubbed
  u can find me in the club
  bottle full of bub
  mami i got the x
  if u in to takin drugs
  im in there havin sex
  aint in to makin love
  so cum give me a hug
  if u in there gettin rubbed
  wen i pull up out front you see the benz on dub's
  when i roll 20 deep is 20 knives in the club
  niggas heard i fuck with dre now they wanna show me love
  when you sound like eminem and the hugs they wanna fuck
  but homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's Up
  i see xzibit in the cut that nigga roll the weed up
  if you watch how i move you mistake me fo a playa or pimp
  been hit wit a few shells but i dont walk wit a limp
  in the hood the ladys saying 50 you hott
  they like me i want em to love me like they love pac
  but holla in new york these niggas tell u im loco
  when the plan is to put the rap game in a choke-hold
  im full in focus man my money on my mind
  got a mill out the deal and im still on the grind
  now shorty says she fellin my style shes feelin my flow
  a girlfriend wit it get ride now we ready to go
  u can find me in the club
  bottle full of bub
  mami i got the x
  if u in to takin drugs
  im in there havin sex
  aint in to makin love
  so cum give me a hug
  if u in there gettin rubbed
  u can find me in the club
  bottle full of bub
  mami i got the x
  if u in to takin drugs
  im in there havin sex
  aint in to makin love
  so cum give me a hug
  if u in there gettin rubbed
  my flow my show brought me the doe
  that brought me all my fancy things
  my crib my cars my pools my jewles
  look nigga i ownart n i aint changin
  n u should love it way more than u hate it
  nigga u mad i thought u'd be happy i made it
  im that cat by the bar toastin to the good life
  u that faggit ass nigga tryna hold me back right
  wen it dark we be pumpin in the club its on
  now wit my eye on my bitch if she smiles she gone
  if the roof on fire let mothafucker burn
  niggas talkin bout money homie i aint concerned
  ima tell wut banks told me cuz go ahead switch the style up
  them niggas hate the letta make them watch the money pile up
  n we can go upside the head wit a bottle of bub
  they know where we fuckin be
  u can find me in the club
  bottle full of bub
  mami i got the x
  if u in to takin drugs
  im in there havin sex
  aint in to makin love
  so cum give me a hug
  if u in there gettin rubbed
  u can find me in the club
  bottle full of bub
  mami i got the x
  if u in to takin drugs
  im in there havin sex
  aint in to makin love
  so cum give me a hug
  if u in there gettin rubbed
  ha ha ha dont try n act like u dont kno where we bein eitha nigga
  we in the club all the time nigga
  if its a problem pop off it nigga
  g unit

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  I'll Whip Ya Head Boy

  (feat. Young Buck)
  [50 Cent Chorus]
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
  [50 Cent Verse]
  2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
  Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
  The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
  Then i start thinkin', i should rob all these niggaz
  Man my homies then wan' do whateva i wan' do
  I say i wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
  Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on ??first?? street
  With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
  I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
  Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
  Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who i iz
  I got a full clip and niggaz know i get biz
  [50 Cent Chorus]
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
  [50 Cent Verse]
  I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a movie
  Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
  Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
  I hit her with the llama to get this kick
  There is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe
  But she don't know it, damn, ok go away
  I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
  Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
  You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
  In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
  Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
  When i'm not in the jam, i write in my hand
  [50 Cent Chorus]
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
  [Young Buck Verse]
  I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
  Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
  We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
  She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
  Im takin' everythang, jewellry i want it all
  Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
  Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
  So ask Satan if he got a car that i can borrow
  Im inpatient like a money hungry rap star
  I jack him for his chain and i can get a new Jaguar
  The mack i have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
  And i'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
  March nigga steff, right nigga lef'
  G-Unit soldier i'm thuggin' till my death
  [50 Cent Chorus]
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
  I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

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  Hustlers Ambition

  (Light the fire that needs the air)
  (I won't burn unless your there)
  Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
  So I can use it for your anger
  you know, its very shit, feel this!
  [Verse 1]
  America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
  Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
  I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan
  Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
  The women on my life bring confusion shit
  SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch
  Look at me, this is the life I chose
  Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
  Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman
  I take that coke leaf and make that snow
  Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
  O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
  Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life
  The fiends just fiendin
  Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
  The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
  [Chorus]
  I want the find the thing in my life
  So I hustle (hustle)
  Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine
  And I'll buck you (buck you)
  I don't care who you run with, or where you from
  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
  I want to find the thing thats in my life
  So I hustle (hustle)
  [Verse 2]
  Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
  Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip
  I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
  Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
  Check my logic, smokers don't like C's in their weed shit
  Send me to C's hot grown with they need
  Them ain't cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic
  And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
  I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
  Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
  If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock
  What goes in my mind, its contagious
  Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
  If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter
  Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
  And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 3]
  Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
  Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
  It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
  In the jewels with your chains
  I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's
  Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
  I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
  Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
  I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
  Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
  Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape
  Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
  I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
  Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
  The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
  Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
  Hello!
  [Chorus]

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  How To Rob An Industry Nigga

  featuring The Madd Rapper
  * originally known as "Dreams of Robbing an Industry Nigga"
  [Madd Rapper]
  The art of getting robbed
  This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?
  [50 Cent]
  R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD
  Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
  If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
  You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street
  These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
  I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
  Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
  I have dreams of fuckin an R&B; bitch
  And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
  When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
  I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
  Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
  Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
  Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
  I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man
  Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
  I mean right now"
  The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
  An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell
  I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time
  Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
  I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
  Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
  What Jigga just sold like 4 milli, got something to live for
  Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
  I'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground"
  You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now?
  I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
  Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
  I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick
  I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
  Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
  About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
  I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
  This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
  [Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x
  This aint serious
  Being broke can make you delirious
  So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
  50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
  [50 Cents]
  Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
  And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
  Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
  Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
  I figured it out
  Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass
  don't wanna be a playa no more
  Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
  Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
  DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
  I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
  I should rob Clue man his shit did well
  I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell
  I hit the studios take shit and leave
  Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
  Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
  Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
  Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up
  Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up
  Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
  He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!"
  Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
  Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
  I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
  One at a time get out and take off your shine
  Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
  Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
  Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?
  And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
  I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livid
  I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
  Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
  I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
  That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP
  I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
  He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"
  Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
  I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People
  [Madd Rapper]
  (chorus)
  For real yo you know what I'm sayin?
  Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
  It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
  It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
  50 Cents ain't fuckin around
  Track Masters ain't fuckin around
  Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
  The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
  So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets
  Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
  Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not

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  How to Rob

  (feat. The Madd Rapper)
  [Madd Rapper]
  The art of getting robbed
  This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?
  [50 Cent]
  R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD
  Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
  If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
  You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street
  These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
  I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, 'You wanna see her again?'
  Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
  I have dreams of fuckin an R&B; bitch
  And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
  When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
  I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
  Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
  Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
  Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
  I put the gun to Cardan tell him, 'Tell your man
  Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
  I mean right now'
  The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
  An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell
  I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time
  Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
  I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
  Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
  What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for
  Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
  I'll man handle Cas? like 'Duke get on the ground'
  You ain't with Mary no more where gettin chips from now?
  I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
  Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
  I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick
  I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
  Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
  About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
  I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
  This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
  [Madd Rapper]
  [(Chorus) 2x]
  This aint serious
  Being broke can make you delirious
  So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
  50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
  [50 Cents]
  Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
  And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
  Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
  Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
  I figured it out
  Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass
  don't wanna be a playa no more
  Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
  Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
  DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
  I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
  I should rob Clue man his shit did well
  I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell
  I hit the studios take shit and leave
  Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
  Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
  Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
  Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up
  Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up
  Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
  He said 'Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!'
  Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
  Told him I want it all he said, 'Even my gold teeth?'
  I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
  One at a time get out and take off your shine
  Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
  Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
  Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?
  And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
  I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livid
  I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
  Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
  I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
  That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP
  I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
  He asked me if I had enuff I told him 'Gimme Some More'
  Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
  I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People
  [Madd Rapper]
  [chorus]
  For real yo you know what I'm sayin?
  Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
  It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
  It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
  50 Cents ain't fuckin around
  Track Masters ain't fuckin around
  Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
  The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
  So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets
  Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
  Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not

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  High All The Time

  (Chorus)
  I don't need Don Perignon I don’t need Cris
  Tangaray and Alize I don’t need shit
  Nigga I'm high all the time I smoke that good shit
  I stay high all the time and I’m on some hood shit
  Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
  Give me a dutch and a lighter I’ll squash it
  I stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
  I’m high all the time and I’m on some hood shit
  (Verse 1)
  Everytime I roll up, niggas I holla roll up
  Then I tell ‘em hold up
  You aint needing money u aint smoking in my benzo
  20 inch Lorenzo, smoking on indo
  High as a motherfucker, I be on the backstreets
  Niggas know I clap heat
  Homie if u got beef, man u betta holla at me
  Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
  Everytime I pop up a lot going on in my hood
  I shoot the dice and holla “get ‘em girls”
  Daddy need new shoes
  Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s
  Stash spots, X-Box, Lab top fax machine phone
  Bulletproof this bitch and I’m gone
  2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
  The D said they searched the weapon they can’t find the semis
  They was just harassing me cuz they knew who I was
  Spent the night in central booking for smoking some buds
  (Chorus)
  (Verse 2)
  Now if u heard now I’da started some shit
  It aint because I be high, I be high, I be high
  And if u heard I’d done let off a clip
  It aint because I be high, I be high
  But I twist that, la la la la
  I get high as I wanna nigga, go against me for sure yousa gonner nigga
  I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
  Fit to crush my enemies like I crush the ass cheeks
  If you love me tell me u love me, don’t stab me man
  I hate to be in the pens for clappin one of my

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  Heatshow lyrics

  Heat

  [Skit]
  'Aye you want some of this shit'
  'Naw, I don't want that shit'
  'I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit'
  'And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga'
  'Man SHUT the fuck up'
  'Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down'
  'You see that brick house right there'
  'That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up'
  'I'ma get in the other car'
  'Aight' [a car revs up]
  [gunshots]
  [Chorus: 50 Cent]
  If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
  To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
  There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
  When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
  I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
  The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
  I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin
  Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
  homie I ain't playin
  [50 Cent]
  Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
  And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
  In the hood summer time is the killing season
  It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
  I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
  Sayin 'Lord, Jesus Help Me' cause they ass leakin
  When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
  You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
  And you can run for ya back-up
  But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
  God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
  We reload them clips and come right back
  It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
  I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
  Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
  Cuz ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good
  If you was smart you'd be shook of me
  Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
  for me
  [Chorus]
  [50 Cent]
  My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
  Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
  Nigga you know the streets talk
  So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
  I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
  If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
  See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
  Locked up I was in a box by myself
  I done made myself a millionaire by myself
  Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
  I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
  But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
  With a pistol I define the definition of pain
  If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
  Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
  Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
  See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
  Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
  [Chorus]
  [50 Cent]
  After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
  If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)
  All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
  Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
  Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
  You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
  Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
  Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
  Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
  But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
  Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

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  Have A Party

  50 Cent Intro-
  This is how we do it, when we do it
  like we just wanna tear the club up
  we do it like there aint nothin to it
  the way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up!
  Lets Go!
  Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
  Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
  (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
  Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to,
  (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
  Heyyyy..
  50 Cent Verse-
  You cant body the kid, you know how i rock
  went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top
  so the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right
  mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton's
  i splurge with it, im so absurd with it
  got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan' go spend it
  you know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin'
  if theres money to be made, i'm all in
  catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and
  you want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then
  tattoo's on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm
  cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don
  first night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit
  third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch
  success is much of a choice, im high off life
  another move, another mill, lets get right aight..
  Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
  Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
  (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
  Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
  (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
  Heyyyy..
  Havoc Verse-
  You can catch me cockin' the fifth, got me rockin' with Fif
  now that's ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent
  got my niggaz movin' them bricks, it dont stop
  in a million dollar deal homie get that glock
  see dudes get comfy, money aint long 'nough
  spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up
  Ma i got a fetish, fuckin' in them porsche trucks
  Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her
  y'all in to wifin', we ??could throw?? wife in
  only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license
  shot high prices, shook all vices
  imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip
  10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless
  anything less, we rollin' them dices
  nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin' my shit
  shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth??
  Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
  Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
  (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
  Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
  (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
  Heyyyy..
  Prodigy Verse-
  Listen..
  You couldn't ??out-pay?? P or VIP
  my wrist could buy a bitch a PHD
  my Range alone could pay for you to eat
  for the next few years i'm so icey kid
  my flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
  my tattoo's could hit you with the thug ??hard flow??
  my attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money
  when we get back to Queen's we gon' hurt you
  cant afford to ride, you gettin' stomped out
  i got a team of dimes they all dogged out
  ray the line, you up and take you out
  my girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
  you can hear your drawers lookin' like the Mexican
  after the lil' shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil' bit
  you so stupid, we so much rich
  and who braggin', im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like
  Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
  Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
  (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
  Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
  (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
  Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on
  Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let's do it all night
  Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on
  Heyyyy...

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  Hail Maryshow lyrics

  Hail Mary

  (Spoken - Eminem)
  Makaveli rest in peace
  Erv gotti
  Too much bacardi in his body
  Mouth like a 12 guage shotty
  (Chorus part1 x1)
  Come get me - If u motherfuckers want shady
  If pac was still here now - He would never ride with ja
  Nah nana nah na na na nah
  (Voice over - Eminem)
  Feel me
  And ja said he shall be the lost begotten seed of 2pac
  To lead this industry into the ways of the man
  Follow me
  Keep my mesh vest as pacs vest
  (Chorus x1)
  (Eminem)
  You aint a killer you a pussy
  That ecstacy done got you all emotional and mooshy
  Bitches wearin rags in fotoz Jas words bein quoted
  In the source stealin pacs shit like he just wrote it
  You loud mouth pray to god hopin no ones listenin
  See 50 comin for me oh my god ma my position
  No one 'll pay attention to me please gotti here i go
  Give me this pill ecstacy got me feelin so invincible
  Now all of a sudden im a fuckin mad who screams
  Like im pac but im not, enemies, hennesse
  Actin like im great but im fake im crazy
  Sweat drip get me off this trip someone stop this train
  Some say my brain is all corrupt and fucked from this shit
  Im stuck im addcited to these drugs im a quit
  Sayin motherfuckers names before someone fucks me up
  Aint no pussies over here partner, see you in hell fucker
  (Chorus part1 x1)
  Come get me - If u motherfuckers want shady
  If pac was still here now - He would never ride with ja
  Nah nana nah na na na nah
  (Chorus part2 x1)
  Get off that e - Before u come and try to fuck with me
  Its aftermath here now - Shady records got it locked
  Lah lala lah la la la lah
  (50 Cent)
  Penetentiaries is packed with promise makers
  Never realize the precious time these bitch niggaz is wastin
  Institutionalized my bitchz bring me product by the bundles
  Not so hard for em to sell G Unit mother fucker, We ballin
  Catch me countin G's and when im callin, cant ya accept my call
  See youll let me sip on hennesse, can i sip some more
  Hell i done been to jail i aint scared
  Moma checkin in my bedroom i aint there
  I got a head with no screws in it
  Motherfuckers thinkin they can stop 50, they losin it
  Lil nigga name ja think he live like me
  Told em bout he left the hospital took 9 like me
  You livin fantasies nigga, i be chequin deposits
  When ur lil sweet ass gone come out of the closet
  Now he wonderin why dmx blown them out
  Next time grown folks talkin bitch close ur mouth
  Peep me i take this war shit deeply
  Done see too many real niggaz ballin to let these bitch niggaz beat me
  Black, youz a motherfuckin punk and you dont see me with gloves
  Quit scaring them kids with ur ugly ass mug
  And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
  But you and i know whats goin on
  Nigga pay back time i know ur bitch ass from way back
  Winners be strapped with mach's know i dont play that
  All these old rappers tryin to advance
  Its all over now take it like a man (Haha)
  Erv lookin like larry holmes flabby and shit
  Tryin to playa hate on my shit, nigga eat a fat dick
  Lovin this shit thats how u made me
  Feelin like i got you niggaz crazy (Uhuh)
  Against all odds
  Hopin my thug motherfuckers know
  This be the realest shit i ever wrote
  Against all odds
  Up in the studio gettin blow
  To the truest shit i ever spoke
  (Voice over - 50 Cent)
  21 gun salute, bitch !
  (Busta Rhymes)
  Aye yo, i been one of the most humble Rep the streets to the core
  Aye jeffery... What u come and bother me for
  Its been a long time comin like a blessin and check you
  See one oh six you punk

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  Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)

  [talking]
  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
  Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
  One time
  [Chorus]
  Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
  Over and over again, just to stay on top
  I recall memories, filled with sin
  Over and over again, and again
  Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
  See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
  For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
  See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
  Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
  This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
  The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
  Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
  As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
  I used to idolize cat
  Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like
  that?
  Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
  I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
  Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
  Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
  From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
  Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
  Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
  Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
  Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
  [Chorus]
  That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
  Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
  I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
  And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
  Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
  Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
  Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
  Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
  Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
  Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
  A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
  Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
  I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
  Together niggas stand and divided they fall
  Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
  Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
  Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
  Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
  Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
  Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
  Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
  FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
  [Chorus]
  Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
  The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
  Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
  Cally
  Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
  A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
  but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
  Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
  If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
  Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
  And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
  I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
  Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
  And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
  And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
  Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
  If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
  [Chorus]

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  The Hit

  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
  [Chorus]
  I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
  Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
  This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
  [Verse 1]
  The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
  That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
  Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on
  I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
  Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
  I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
  I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
  This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong
  You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
  Why you broke? cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
  The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
  While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters
  Ya'll should hate the game, not the playas (c'mon)
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
  Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
  This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
  (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
  [Verse 2]
  Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
  To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
  Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
  When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
  I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
  And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player
  Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines
  Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines
  You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit
  Better check my batting average, I always make hits
  My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
  Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
  They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
  Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
  They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes
  [Chorus]
  (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
  I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
  Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
  This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
  (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
  I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
  Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
  This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
  (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
  [Verse 3]
  Yo, son remember them fake playas
  Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
  Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
  Lookin' like last year's playas, (pause)
  Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
  When we came through the do'
  I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
  From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin'
  (Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
  The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
  Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run, since ' 81
  They ain't here on a hunt for food,
  So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
  I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
  I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
  It won't go easy, believe me
  [Chorus: repeat 3X]
  I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
  Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
  This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
  (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)