[50 Cent]
Yeah!
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-Unit!
Hahahah
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones
America's nightmare (yeah!), we at it again (c'mon)
A Desert Eagle and a black mac-10
They'll never know what ha-penned
When we come through, them cowards don't want none
They screamin that they murderers but walkin with no guns
C'mere nigga, don't run and die where you standin
See I'm holdin on this cannon and your life I'm demandin
Put the pipes at your melon and brain's on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin, thinkin security gon' save them
Ain't no-body gonna speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eye and tell you 'We don't know who did it'
Corrupting my street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiend's up all night, and the neighbors gettin no sleep
You better get used to it, you know how we do it
Shady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit
[Chorus] *sung* {50 Cent}
We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit! G-Unit! {G-g-g-g-g-Unit!}
(Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Uuuu-oooo-Nit!)
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Now I told y'all on my first Dre joint - I am lo=co
Better than so-so, game's in the chokehold
Dissin me's a no-no, I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the go-go, in LA they ride on lo-lo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready, it's heavy, '65 Chevy
Old-school rollin, I'm holdin
Twenty inches spinnin from the beginnin, we winnin
Gained this masculinity pimpin we not pretendin
Drop-top, glock cocked, ready for the drama
Pistols pop, cop shot, I'm heavy with them llamas
Non-stop, make it hot, we on top regardless
You can be the hardest, we'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists
My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us
It's flick after flick, same old shit that I kick
Hah hah!
[Chorus]
[verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back motherfucker - gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers that's runnin they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on - none of 'em fit
Ya hundreds is shorter, I tell ya pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter
A couple cars and a lawyer
Comin packin a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?
I got expensive habits, I can afford it cuz
G-Unit's poppin and we perform in all the clubs
Niggaz be shovin and pushin now someone is gushin surprise
She's givin up the buns on the cushion, Sweatin and screamin
Suckin' me off the rest of the evenin and I'm leavin
On to the next city
Stash box in the bus so I can bring them tecs with me
I gotta focus, I'm gettin older
You niggas ain't gettin over
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
High-tech, niggaz
(Chorus) 2x
G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
G-Unit in tha House (wut wut wut )
G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
G-G-G-UNIT!
Tony Yayo:
In my hood u get no points for your jumpshot
as soon as the sun rise, we back on the block
this stress got me feelin like an old man
and I stay on point for that red and gold van
its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro
cuz the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe
yo my rhyme will have u noddin, like Raw in the Street
so freaks gimme ass like toilet seats
get at me, you really think u holding big daddy?
so wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally?
i got heart like a hoover crip,but bust slugs like an IngleWood Blood
i mengle wit Thugs, my single will buzz
import, export get rid of tha drugs
styll pack my Dope up witta mass of some gloves
i use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket
now i dawg lex coops, like dukes and luke of Hazard
(chorus ) 2x
Lloyd Banks:
I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days
'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs
im always wit a bisquit
only way i get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick
u broke rob more blocks
u aint gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card board box
Gucci down to my sock, groupies hound to dey spots
different format, keep groupies round for tha cops
she'll be down for tha watch, i aint generous or courtieous
i'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga you thirty-six
ya'll dont want it with tha kid at all
same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz brawll
when we come after u, it aint no graze shots
this nigga leave a HOLE in ya chest bigger than flava-Flave Pops
you pussy, i think even Pac can smell this shit
cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (bitch)
(chorus) 2x
50 Cent:
I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut!
I got the4-4 pull out tear yo bitch ass up
i pop-rob nigga front i out my knife in yo gut
have you in I.C.U screaming AHH! i'm cut
i go RAH-RAH, like a dungeon dragon
but i keep my pistol on me so my pants aint sagging
everytime i'm in the house, niggaz grill a nigga
but they feel a nigga, cuz i'll kill a nigga
OOH squeeze, shorty better stay out my lane
before i send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
ima General (wut!) niggaz solute me
u a dead man if u attempt to shoot me
i done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks
got the whole G-Unit on some Military shit
(Private Banks request permission to speak)
Speak Nigga!
its dangerous when its decipline involving street niggaz!!
[50 Cent]
Yeah... yeah...
Shawty shake that thing, I said shake that thing
Girl you know, I like the way you move it
Ain't shit change, same clique, same gang
Girl you know, you're rockin with the Unit
When we hit the flo', girl you already know
how we do it, do it, do it
When the hits come on, if my clique ain't gone
We gon' do the same two-step to it
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
[Tony Yayo]
She ain't the same girl she was when she was 16 (16)
She want her tummy tuck (tummy tuck) she want her breasts reduc' (breasts reduc')
She ain't sexy (sexy) but she like to fuck (like to fuck)
And she like to fuck (like to fuck) and she like to fuck (like to fuck)
Yeah - my stunt's so shocking to see
Pull up at the light and drop the GT (C'MON!)
I know you heard me on the radio {"True!"}
I know you seen me on the video {"True!"}
She want drinkin Cristal, you still drinkin Mo-ey?
Yo' bitch bag Louie? My bitch bag Chloe
I got rubber band tires on the Rovey man
And a see-through wrist on a Roley band (BLING!)
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah... yeah, quarter mil' automobile
Woodgrain wheel when I wanna go chill
Rubber grip feel on the bottom of the steel
I'ma ball and champagne bottles gon' spill, for real
Shorty shake her ass like a stripper
But she all bones, I like mine thicker
I ain't your ordinary hot rhyme nigga
I'm a top dime nigga, pop dime nigga
Radio play, Hot 9 nigga
They buyin big chains so I got mine bigger
I get it, but no gifts get bought
I only cum inside the lips that talk
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Shawty I don't chase it or taste it (nah)
But I will Louie Vuitton a bitch with the matchin bracelet (yeah)
Time is money so don't waste it
I really didn't cum that quick, I faked it (ha ha!)
Baby I'm patient, no discrimination
Blacks and the Asians, even Caucasians (yeah!)
Got 'em all shakin, money I'm makin
One of y'all taken, my hotel vacant (AY!)
She knew I had cake when the lights hit the ice (what?)
Let's go get right, tell your girls good night (ha ha!)
You know just what I like, you can ride my bike (c'mon)
Just hold on the handlebars; and handle y'alls (aight?)
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round
[3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make the world go round
Down South, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Some people want nothin out of life
And some people want it all
Some people ain't livin life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga rich but I'm livin like a rebel
Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level
I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin alive was no jive
Standin on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
Run nigga, run nigga, here they come nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins (yeah!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go round so get yours
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for the dollar
Enough bills'll make your blood spill
Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill
I'm one man, but I own more than one steel
Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'ma do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo'
[Chorus - 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
A-T-L, money make the world go round
Ca$hville, money make the world go round
N.C., money make the world go round
Bad News, money make the world go round
I love that money, I need that money
It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry
It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge
It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib
It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me
It gives me, seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee
It made me rich, it made me change
I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things
You got me haters, you got me drama
You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas
You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners
When somebody dies, you gotta pay the moroners, moroners
[Chorus - 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
Chi-Town, money make the world go round
Oakland, money make the world go round
Texas, money make the world go round
Detroit, money make the world go round
Bed-Stuy, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Harlem, money make the world go round
B-X, money make the world go round
Staten Island, money make the world go round
Long Island, money make the world go round
Rhode Island, money make the world go round
Maryland, money make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
Baltimore, money make the world go round
Little Rock, money make the world go round
Minnesota, money make the world go round
Arizona, money make the world go round
Louisiana, money make the world...
[fades out]
[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV
Ecstasy especially out the GT
You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too
Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew
These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer
And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya
I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya
Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola
Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims
Why say somethin about my name?
Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane
I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain
If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein
You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain
There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on
Here it comes, ready or not
Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone
Keep it cocked - and ready to pop
The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born
Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome
Here it comes - ready or not
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
My little shooter's 16 from the projects
Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex
I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant
You? You live life like a barbaric peasant
Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet
Fuck the pigs on the street
They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers
get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz
You die if it's rated R
If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar
R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo
They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo
These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle
of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto
These rappers ain't kings, they pawns
And got dust bunnies on they guns
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I think God spent a lil' extra time on me
Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see
I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy
I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money
My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me
And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny
My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban
Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him
I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin
So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban
If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin
Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him
Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin
That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't wan' talk about it (50)
Man I don't wanna talk about it (nah)
Man I don't wan' talk about it (yeah)
And I don't wanna talk about it (wooo-oooh!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
[50 Cent]
These niggaz police
Go 'head, ask me what I'm riding in so I can say the Enzo
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruising, Moulin Rouge and
They fucking and they strippin nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me I handle business; God's my only witness
Watchin homicide, saying "Who the fuck did this?"
Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayne
Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne
I don't fuck around boy; you better ask around boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
For, you poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, sticking shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (wooo-oooh!)
And I don't wanna talk about it (OHH!)
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the kid nigga, yeah
Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face (yeah!)
Forty-five, my belt got the big eights
Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
For grimy niggaz trying to line me like {?} preacher
You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowing heavy herb
Then back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spot's selling more shit than Scott Storch
I'm tired of these pricks, lying 'bout bricks
Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick
Fly in the '60 U.F.O.
Unidentified flying object on twenty-fo's
More money more hoes, more money more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro (yeah)
I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes (OHH!)
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Nah, uhh
B-A, N-K, S-5, 5-oh
Or 6-8, M-G, tinted with my eyes low
Homie I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe
Loiue V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley seat
And weekends are the chills, I'm gonna fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I ain't them I'm different baby, I talk, you listen baby
Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old school, and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin shit
I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
Bye-bye, you fucking bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich
You a snitch!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's the Unit!
Yeah (showtime) Swizz!
OHH! (M, C) Wooooo!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
[50 Cent]
I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit
Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah)
Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit
I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out
Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out
I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit
Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this
[Tony Yayo]
In the hood, you rat you die
In the hood if you rap you die
I'm out the hood gettin fat and high
Private jet, it's time to fly
Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up
Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah
Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice
I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago
I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway
Niggaz talk money just not around me
I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese
Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin
I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin
Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin
I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper
That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga
In the street rapper, industry bully
It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh)
I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades
I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose
Unit rider, my clique don't play
I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
You know if God bless the child with so much swag
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?
Seats less pussy got, all that ass
Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad
AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we
They don't know how to rock the spot like me
Smell like I just got out a brand new V
My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's
Work with me lil' mama, let's get it
Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it
I'm on that shit, we on that shit
I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz]
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!)
That flo', flo' (wooo!)
[ad libs for first 10 seconds]
(LET, IT, GO!)
[Mavado]
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, GO!)
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, IT, GO!)
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, yeah, uhh, G-G-G-G you know!
Uhh.. the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy
Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me
These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies
Play me I'm arm crazy, I'm Tom Brady
Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin up off the jet
A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin him in his neck
One big remix, and she'll be on my penis
If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest
9-millimeters in the bars and arenas
If you hood then you seen us, with wood in the Beamers
I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas
When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us
(LET, IT, GO!)
[Interlude: Mavado]
When we pressed to go, body restin up
They wan' mop up all that blood, but he's testin us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose {?} they testin oh (LET, GO!)
[Chorus: Mavado]
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Don't fuck around and start some fight
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah! (LET, IT, GO!)
I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin hard
Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard
I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius
The mac'll turn your back into "Kill Bill" arenas
I'm - criminal minded - you've been blinded
Feds lookin for my bricks but can't find it
Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber
My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors
Bein broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar
I learned that, in the Maybach, with Fif' and Mayweather
Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather
My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather (LET, IT, GO!)
[Interlude - 2X]
[Chorus]
[Mavado]
I want to dance
IIIII'm, reachin up and, huh
[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
[Tony Yayo]
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not ill!"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin
I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast wit'cha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music
[Young Buck]
Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
[Chorus]
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
(T.O.S.) Night or daylight
It's hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
(T.O.S.) I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger
[50 Cent]
I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I won't get busy well nigga I, will
Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac route
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me
I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me
It's fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That nigga try to front, I'll give him the llama, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah (uhh)
Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from son
I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga playin ball and
Meanin everybody know me when I'm walkin through the mall and
I get hot, in the mornin and right before I'm performin
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin nigga
Don't be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and
Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut, dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat (terminated)
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Unit! Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Which gangsta want it? (WHAT?) Which rapper want it? (WHAT?)
Which trapper want it? My house is haunted
And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift
Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham (c'mon)
I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips (oh yeah!)
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
(I never liked these niggaz anyway)
(They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today)
Hey.. (Nobody gon' miss you anyway)
(No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day)
[50 Cent]
I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think somethin sweet when your head open
Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make it lead shower
You say your prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me
You don't like me then spray me
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I fall off, I rebound quick
Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin
German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen
How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed?
How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a nigga on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime
Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin
Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin
Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n
Look how the game change, bad for the system
Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame
The industry's punked out, we're not to blame
These niggaz been perpetratin so long
If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm
I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm
[Chorus]
(50 Cent)
Yeah, G-Unit, Haha.
I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before
I've been around the world
I've met all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour (Uh huh)
(Getting paper things change) I'm rich bitch
(You done heard of my name) 50 Cent bitch
(I'm a P.I.M.P.) I'm a pimp bitch
(You done heard of me) Cause I'm the shit
? At first they didn't want they want me
See a nigga gettin' paid they want push 'n pull me
You see these ho's chasin' a nigga
I have them in the hotel chasin a nigga
50 like a lolipop lick me baby
Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady
(Chorus)
Groupie love,
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P.
When ho's around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wit me
It's alright wit me
Come on and give me that groupie love.
(Tono Yayo)
Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these ho's is loose
Wintertime the staircase summertimes the roof
Give me eight days in the eighth homie I'm straight
Have a church girl on the bus moving weight
I got birds backstage thats serious eye candy
I've got birds in the hood so I'm into birds with bambi
My writing methods got me more ho's than Tyson Meth
The icy necklace on the tour butt ass naked
When I say jump bitch say how high
And flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone
I got the info on pretty chrome
Fuckin' ho's off fiddy's phone
My name more weight you barley known
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barley grown
(Yeah!)
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-UNIT!
(Lloyd Banks)
Shorty ain't feeling me
Shorty must like girls (like girls)
Cause I'm all the man in your world
Bitch I can make you famous
You don't know what your missing
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch don't like me the bitch must not like men
I say what I want because I can
If I didn't I'd be a liar
Remind me I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider
I travel so you might catch the king with a singer
But touching my door bell is the only way I put a ring on your finger
Give me a car rolling two cups and I'm in bedroom
Fucking up your seats like the Coo Clucks Clan
I shook hands with my fans to fuck em'
And I'm always tryin' to duck em'
So I can climb into somethin'
My name is B-A-N-K-S dollar sign bitch
I'm a bentley to make that switch
Come and give me that.
(Chorus)
(tony yayo)
Groupie love, I love that shit
Hoooooooooooooo
Groupies come and groupies go
And they always at a show
So I always grab me the tightest one
And proceed to the slraight to the mall
She so much tighter that she's here with me
That she feel's she should pay a fee
I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees
Groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, G-Unit
My Polo on, check, my Dolce on, check
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma, yeah, I get that cash boo
Shake that kitty, girl, shake that ass hoe
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Well girl, I get pussy for free, I'm hittin? that
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
But bitch, I get pussy for free, I'm hittin? that
Big boy Bentley, big boy semi
Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies
I drop a bag off and the Uz' will spray you
I need six pockets like a pool table
These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin?
They in the Phantom clickin? on they Cablevision
Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags
Coke, I got it runnin? out the rehab
Hoes like, "Why he actin? so Hollywood?
? Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood
I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic
Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, yeah
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Well girl, I get pussy for free, I'm hittin? that
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
But bitch, I get pussy for free, I'm hittin? that
She got what I want, want, uh-huh
She got what I need, need, that's right
She rollin? my blunt, blunt, yeah
Bitch hand me my weed, weed
I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto
On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal
I be's in the club with my burner like, what?
I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin? to get cut
I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with
They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck, kid
I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich"
My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch
Like, get in, get in, you and your friend
He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again
All aboard, bitch don't miss the train
50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, ha?
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Well girl, I get pussy for free, I'm hittin? that
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
But bitch, I get pussy for free, I'm hittin? that
I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well, it's the kid
A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib
Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores
My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors
Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze
You got a V-12? I got 12 V's
It's only so many months, you do the math
I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me
Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin?
And your mouth'll be foamin? if I keep, keep goin?
You might see me frozen? cause I'm holdin?, I done told 'em
If yo' game can't control 'em then she's as good as stolen
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Well girl, I get pussy for free, I'm hittin? that
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
Ow, I need cash for my kitty cat
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Nigga you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in the pine box
Damn you's a hard motherfucker
You so tough
Tough until your punk ass hit
The 4 fifth kick, the Hechler spit
You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular
Fucked then beef, the president and senator
There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator
While you plottin on me, I'm 10 steps ahead of ya
Black 40 caliber I put a infrared on ya
Nigga I'm special, you mad cuz ya regular
Man I don't want your bitch, I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory, oh yeah I slept with her
No wonder she ain't mention you when I met with her
Mind on my cheddar, they'll remember me forever
The groundwork I put in made my lifestyle better..and better
I like the fuckin street, bright in the phantom lights
Montana light, two women in {?} lights, they round the planet twice
But I don't forget where I come from dum dum dum
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
For that china white I lay a nigga mama down
We can shoot it out like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white, you know I got that tan n brown
Automatic tre pound leave a nigga man down
Murder murder, homicide, real right niggas ride
Gangstas they never hide, thank God I'm still alive
My pocket look like theres cracks on me
My waist look like I got the MAC on me
These hoes on my dick I got that ass on me
You a RN: regular nigga that rap homey
I'm crack homey, I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass with dope money
C Back, Maybach, my shit two tone
Nigga run up on that, your ass a tombstone
I'm hood like a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9 for a hard nigga
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in the cell-block, they fallin' the shell shock
When I open your head with the banger
I cause a riot in the yard, make a mess in the mess hall
I got just blew trial and I ain't got nothin' left
Whats todays mathematics? shit ain't addin' up
Get knocked with 10 machine guns only get 12 months
Ooooh weee, don't talk to me, you talk to him, you talkin' to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they would've got me 10, or maybe 9
I said "How do you explain how homey breeeze?"
They said keep ya mouth shut or you eatin' the cheese
[50 Cent]
Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable, its-its the Unit
Whoop! Whoop! You know how we do it
Whoop! Whoop! I'll make you dance to it
Whoop! Whoop! Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call em pops
[Chorus-Lloyd Banks]
Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, Take a look at my garage
Make, Make we can a-menage
Me in the middle and your legs to the stars
[50 Cent]
I got that Bentley, that Ferrari, that Lambo lean
My car game crazy, I can't be seen
That Aston, Bugatti, the Range and the Rolls
Got me freakin off with some high class hoes
You know with me man anything goes
I'll have shorty in the telly workin all 3 holes
Jesus, I betcha won't believe this
Unless I letcha see this, she deepthroat my whole car
Now I'm thinkin this bitch is so hot
I gotta take her to my hood, let her blow my whole block
Yeah I just happen to be what she like
She say I'm special, I'm like, "Yeah babe you're right"
A lil Goose, a lil Patron tonight
I'll have the club lookin like a fuckin Zoo aight
New music, you can't confuse it
With the other cliques or groups, its the Unit
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Shorty came over, I told her, I can mold her
Turn her, to a rider, rollin, with a roller
Hold her, like a cobra, bone her, til she sober
Fold her, in positions til its hard to bend over
I'm a very special kind, I can't let you shine
These rappers out they mind, don't compare to me combined
If you look at my design, my Louie fittin fine
My jewelry might blind, I'ma walkin white line
You can't get on my level, that'll take a lifetime
And I got it at 25, take your lifetime
I don't care about crime as long as its not mine
I'ma be fine, I'm stronger than white lines(?)
If your girl ain't home, til the early morn
She's prolly with the G-Unit gettin in on
I told her she's Miss Right, so I can't be wrong
And we went at it all night long
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
From 1 to 10, baby girl off the Richter
But I ain't trickin, I ain't Eliot Spitzer
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
I'm in the club again, with them drugs again
Same club, same spot, same girls again
Girls comin in, and we poppin dem bottles
By 12 O'clock, we be poppin dem models
Yeah, Falsetto, the club go crazy like,"OOH! OOH! OOH! Baby!"
Okay, bottle Rozay, girlie seen the Porsche and her friend like,"Heyyy"
Girl jump in, watch me go 0 to 60
Take you to the Ritz, slide off your Miss Sixties
I know you heard of 50, I know you heard of Yay
I Steve Nash these hoes, pass them all day
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Its easy man, believe me man
This is the Unit, the Unit
This is how we do it
Banks, Yay, 50
(50 Cent)
GRRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
(Chrous, 50 Cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
(50 Cent)
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude this is
(Yung Buck)
(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
(Chorus, 50 cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
(Lloyd Bank$)
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, dey show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five hunnid degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before
Black card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)
(Tony Yayo)
I said these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
(Chrous, 50 cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)
(Unknown Artis)
Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't done
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up like he sat in the sun
I'm bout my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (BITCH)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
(50 Cent - Talking)
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
(Chorus 50 Cent x2)
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
(50 Cent)
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
(Chorus 50 Cent)
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
(Young Buck)
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
(Chorus 50 Cent)
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
(Lloyd Banks)
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
(Chorus 50 Cent)
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made me
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd Up
Its the things that I seen
And the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold
I stay G'd Up,
I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes
I stay G'd Up,
When im hanigin' out tha window wit that AK
Fillin ya punk ass wit holes
I stay G'd Up
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana,
Mule on that Greyhound from the N-Y to the Carolinas,
Paper chase, different name
Same face, don't catch a case
My road dog's on parole
His baby gurls 4 years old
We play tha block, pistol cocked
You could shoot or get shot
Kill u for ur crack spot
Take everything your ass got
Semi-automatic spray
Bust back or run away
Niggaz talkin in tha hood
We'll handle his another day
In November, you make my shitlist
You did, you can cancel christmas
I'll send you a gift
Niggaz will come and leave yo' ass twisted
Dem hollowtip shells burn baby burn
As a nigga get murked, a babies born and tha world turns
I seen it all crystal clear
So I keep my pistol near
Hearts never full of fear
Homie I stay well aware
Of whats goin around me, muthafuckas want me dead
I go with a smile on my face, finish my time kid
Lil nigga I dun paved the way, y'all should thank 'em,
But if u think otherwise bring ya boy over here so i could spank 'em
I'll put a end to your career bitch (bitch)
Before you speak on 50, buy .40 and a spare clip
These niggaz gassed up
Gettin too used to rap
Like I wont give them more blood clots than supercat
Niggaz'll snatch ya
I'm like a backcatcher (nigga)
I'll give a sign and they'll throw sumthin at ya
Round here niggaz die off hydro
And even when it aint 4th of July it sound like pyro
I'm smart enuff to creep and lay your dumb brains down
The pound (will) spin u around like tha young James Brown (yeah)
I know im hot but hey (hey)
I'm icy too
Rocks will hit u from a block away
Like a beat from Dr.Dre
We takin' over this year
K's and the soldiers is here
Everyone knows that your scared (yeah)!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
My popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man
He just pop another bottle n smoke up a half a gram
I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night
They gave my homeboy life
So when you do it do it right,
My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got tha heart to go and bust me a head or two (fo sho)
No other solution
You think we hollerin n hootin'
Until you wake up (buck!)
Then you gotta here about these shootings
I take a pull from a loose one
And put tha clip in my pocket
Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)
And if its beef my nigga
Then let your guns do ya talkin'
The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha)
They say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate
They say that we da reason why these young niggaz buying weight
But im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'day
Its "Nuttin But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr.Dre
(50 Cent)
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re
(Chorus: 50 Cent)
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
(Verse One: Lloyd Banks)
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga
(Chorus)
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
(Verse Two: Young Buck)
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
(Chorus)
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
(Verse Three: 50 Cent)
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
(Chorus)
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
(Intro: 50 Cent)
G-Unit, they ain't ready
AHHHH!
(Chorus: 50 Cent)
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN!
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN!
(Verse 1: 50 Cent)
I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm finna Crip walk and put some motherfucking Curry's on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Well tell them niggas they can pop this stop frontin me
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down
(Chorus)
(Verse 2: Young Buck)
Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn
Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers
FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS
(Chorus)
(Bridge: 50 Cent)
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that slot, we won't stop...
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Tony Yayo)
A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin wit a soldier
I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that I be wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas
(Close: 50 Cent)
*featuring Young Buck
[50 Cent:]
I'm a work of art
A ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah... haha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained nobody do it better man
I do my thang with me and my beretta man
I got that girl you want her come and get her man
[Hook x4: 50 Cent]
Call me the piano man
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Cartier glasses Cartier belt,
Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else.
Like Germany Sweden and Serbia, nigga one or two birds and I'm servin ya.
I'm a ball like Julius Erving Iverson and Manning,
I got that cannon in that two door phantom.
Nigga hundred EX shit suicide doors,
Get a top or low fade now the body lookin hard.
This snake ass niggas is reptiles,
Til I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles.
Yay' got the best styles Yay' got the best clothes,
Yay' got the best weed Yay' got the best hoes. (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
[Hook x4]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
Fresh out the rimshot my wheels tick-tock,
My steel six shot the paint flip flop.
My charm truckie that's why they wanna fuck me,
207 McLaren body like Bucky.
Old head get rusty and I'm a can of oil,
And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil.
Show up at your bougie event give your body harm,
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion.
Don't need a party calm on the pepsi and bacardi bomb,
Bail ain't nothin I make a Gotti bond.
Magician I can make a dollar flip,
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick.
[Chorus]
[Hook x4]
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I'm richer than a muhfucka ridin in a dirty ass phantom,
We kill undercovers down here we can't stand em.
Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards,
I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord.
Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller,
Hand of a hustler I'm all about a dollar.
Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend,
Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win.
If I did it then I can do it now,
When we get em in we can ship em out.
A Gucci briefcase dressed in a suit and tie,
Cartier's you can tell that I.
[Chorus]
Walk with me, ay if you hear me out there
Walk with me, I get down on my knees every night and say
Walk with me, yeah
Walk with me, I'm goin' to war, I'm goin' to war
You never know when death's comin', all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin', old ladies get off the block
When the poppin' the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they know it's me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that
But I'ma just step back, and focus on buck
Tired of ridin' in yours, I'm 'bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get rich or die tryin'"
It's G Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin' niggaz
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God, don't walk with me, He carry me man
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man
You don't know what I've been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I murder you all talk like a clip without a glock
When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin' wit'
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Visa
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza
She's scratched my beema, but I ain't seen her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean her
We be playin' in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cashville Tennekey bitches and New York City hoes
They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze, as long as the check come
Then fuck the award shows, you know me nigga
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man
Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
My momma stay in the projects and I been havin' money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered lettin' 'em know where I come from
Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin' artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin' out the cartridge
I come to get it poppin', pray to God the news watchin'
So when they see 'em snitch, niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man
I know you prayin' I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
Fifty told you niggaz, young buck showed you niggaz
Banks, free yayo
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style
It's somethin' about your style
It's somethin' about your smile
It's somethin' about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G
That have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex
Kinky when I talk switch the slang
Partner tell that nigga from New York
Shorty, come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "Slow down baby"
(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style
Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go
And put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell 'em you my boo
And show 'em your tattoo
Ooh! Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya
(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like, "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
'Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the okay
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance
Yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score
"This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies with her
So bring 'em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
'Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club
(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes
(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
DJ, please pick up your phone
I?m on the request line
This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on)
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
I?d like to get to know ya so I could show ya
Put the p**** on ya like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I could phone ya
Your girl actin? stank then call me over
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Phone before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don?t or you will or won?t ya
Go downtown and eat it like a vulture
See my hips and my tips, don?t ya
See my a** and my lips, don?t ya
Lost a few pounds and my whips for ya
This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it, I need a glass of water
Boy, oh, boy, it?s good to know ya
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)
If you a fly gal get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy, lift it up, let?s make a toast-a
Let?s get drunk, that?s gon? bring us closer
Don?t I look like a Halle Berry poster
See the Belvedere playin? tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me, never
You won?t find a b**** that?s even better
I make you hot as Las Vegas weather
Listen up close while I take it backwards
I?m not a prostitute, but I could give you what you
Want
I love your braids and your mouth full of floss
Love the way my a** go bum-bum-bum-bum
Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong
Take my thong off and my a** go vroom
Cut the lights off so you see what I could do
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Girl, girl, get that cash
If it?s 9 to 5 or shakin? your a**
Ain?t no shame, ladies do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of the game
Just ?cause I got a lot of fame supa
Prince couldn?t get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir
Picture black sayin?, 'Oh, yes a master'
Picture Lil? Kim dating a pastor
Minnie Me and Big Ren can out last ya
Who is the best, I don?t have to ask ya
When I come out you won?t even matter
Why you act dumb like 'Uh, duh'
So you act dumb like 'Uh, duh'
As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom
Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette
If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It?s your fremme neppa venette
It?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)
To my fellas
I like the way you work that
To my ladies
[Young Buck] (chorus)
You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me
(no)
You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me
(no)
You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me
(no)
It's G-Unit and we bout to get this fuckin hoe
[50 cent]
Yea nigga I'm the first one up
I heard you been talking mad shit
why dont you just step the fuck up
Get in my face and see whats happens
I'll take you out you wont know what happened like poof its magic
yea I pull magic tricks im like B rabbit
I beat the hell out of all you faggots
I do it big just like a real savage
Game wanna mess wit us we'll do it back
Fuck all 'this get rid of beef' ya'll heard that
You wanna know whats happens when you mess wit G-Unit
You get dropped,shot and punched in yo shit bitch
(chorus)
[Lloyed Banks]
Uhh Yea
Sit down 50 man let me get on this nigga
he talkin like he a G
But he dont wanna see me in the streets
niggas get capped up, smacked up and killed
I like to do it gangsta style yea I do it for real
I'll be yo dentist get yo chest filled Wit bullets
Yea yo plan failed to ruin the G-units name
Lets do it like trina and stop playin games
Im'a spit heat flashes make you look like a lame
I when i head in the club hoe's give me they name
I'll do it like lil flip and say
You a lame so yo dame must be playin mind games
If you think you mess wit G-unit
Think about we go in the streets and handle our bussiness
(chorus)
[Tony yayo]
Im back on that gansta shit
When Im in the streets ya'll know who Im wit
G-unit we kill nigga's that talk shit
The Game has gott'n so selfish
We the one's who put him on the map
Take this track rewind it like Boom Boom Clap
And you'll find out who's goin get ya
we always goin be on 106&park; like yo twin Big Tigga
I hope you figured out why we made this song
Cuz you really do want to fuck wit us we king kong
(chorus to a fade)
(50cent) (chorus)
She saids she loves it
She like my music
she like that im thuggin
she loves G-unit (bis)
(50 cent)
Baby girl you can push me pull me
Scrach me screw me
Holla my name while we fuck
Get on top you can ride like a rodeo
You freaky and I know So
Would it if you like it in ur but
Shes a workin girl
Get on top and let me see work it girl
Dont stop get it get it (Yeah)
You can ride until you satisfied
Though of you lovin in my brain
Makes me sing in the rain
(chorusx2)
(Tony yayo)
Man anything goes when it comes to hoes
Ma, ur feet look good
Let me suck on them toes
And if Your body smell right
Let me look on them hoes
I bust a nut on your face
While my dick on your clothes
Baby,spark the blunt and light the ensan
Ya its time to freak off with my project princess
Ya boobies wanna talk and send fairmail
Cuz ya see me in the sources and the XXL
(50)
Everybody wants to be real
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hotmail.com
nigga ur suppose to be real
But niggaz find out that u tellin'
Nigga u gonna get ur ? feal
You gettin in and you know ur gonna get it THROUGHHHHHH
I know true thugz are hard to find
to said it find you for real
I put a holes in ur ass with a blue steal
Keep your funk ass and tellin'
Wwwwwooooooooooooooo
Nigga YOU tell on me and you Diiiieeeeeeeee
You eard me NIGGA?
wooooooooooooooooooo
I said, YOU tell on me and YOU DIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE
I got sometin for you nigga
I put my hood on it (for sure)
GGGG-UNIT!!!!!!!!!!!
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I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you, crazy
I'm lovin' how you look in my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizin' my name tattooed on that ass, baby
Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi, then go pull up at the after party
I think we make a perfect couple but you think I'm trouble
Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feelin' like, 'maybe she the wrong woman'
Think I'ma be chasin' the chicken head, you on somethin'
Your toes painted, half fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do
Make the decision, Shorty, good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
Before I head home, I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on
Holla at yo boy
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you, crazy
Bitches be frustrated with the baller, wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spoil her
It gets annoyin' from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound
Pictures hittin' the ground, just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin' n' moving cruisin' after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a forty year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame and to make her feel special
I let her call me by my governor name
Her panties wet over fame fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your homie
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you, crazy
Yeah now, what would fuck me up more watchin' her lick her lips
Or watchin' her walk, she hypnotize me with her hips, man
I sweet talk her if she like
'Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right
Look I'm legit now, used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house, big Benz, girl, its yours
Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws
You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you
'Cause there be some honeys gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here, let my touch on you, I let you touch on me
Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night, we can have a balla night
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you, crazy
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I will understand you baby
I wanna be your lover
Where I'm From
G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
In my hood when you young
You tuck and handle your biz nigga
Coming from where I'm from where I'm from
Stick up kids will run up in your mammas crib nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga
Comin where I'm from where I'm from
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm from New York City
Eyes on the prize
Dodging the worm
I'll fry your head like a project perm
Bullets burn
My right hands in the urn
How the hell did I deserve to be placed in a situation with nobodys concern
Cursed the coward thats bragin and didn't clap they mark
He deserve a beating faster than a fat mans heart
I play my part well respected
Every minute every second
You'll put a dent in your budget bugging me for a record
[50 Cent:]
In my hood when you young
You tuck and handle your biz nigga
Coming from where I'm from where I'm from
Stick up kids will run up in your mammas crib nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga
Comin where I'm from where I'm from
[Young Buck:]
Cashville is what I call home
Just know when to call on
It's every man for himself
I come from the bottom
I been to niggas behind the trigga and been in front of the bullet
But where I'm from we dont think about it we pull it
Crips and bloods in Cali they got these country niggas bangin
Ain't no more hangin
Nigga what set is u claimin
Round here money aint comin like it used to be
Cuz these teens killin fiends over half a g
[50 Cent:]
In my hood when you young
You tuck and handle your biz nigga
Coming from where I'm from where I'm from
Stick up kids will run up in your mammas crib nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga
Comin from where I'm from where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga
Comin where I'm from where I'm from
[The Game:]
West side Compton motherfuckers
This three wheelin ass scrapin
100 spoke gold daytons
Home of the Lakers
We ridin dubs like Payton
Bandana 45 cock it back how the tips gon fly
You bitch niggas go run and hide
It's NWA till the day I die
Purple haze I get high
Were the beef at im ready to ride
allstar game don't come outside
little drama and it's gonna be a homicide
lowridin through the CPT banks ridin shotgun
Yea, this somethin special y'know, somethin' epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
'Cause a nigga thuggin' don't mean he don't
Wanna see you smile baby
Woo, I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes
I'm gettin' the feelin' you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch, ahan
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic but the hearts in tact
So everytime we separate, somebody's marchin' back
You're amazin' in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
Be the reason you smile
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
Be the reason you smile
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
Be the reason you smile
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
Be the reason you smile
The main reason I been lookin' at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evenin's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, 'cause I see niggas
When you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section eight princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
'Cause it's hard to communicate
'Cause she don't speak no ingles
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin' in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour flat, really don't matter, she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile
(And)
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
Be the reason you smile
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
Be the reason you smile
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
Be the reason you smile
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
Be the reason you smile
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
Be the reason you smile
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
Be the reason you smile
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
Be the reason you smile
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
Be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
[CHORUS]
[CHORUS]
I don’t know what you been thinking
I don’t know what you been thinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
But you get out of line boy
But you get out of line boy
I’ll lay your ass down
I’ll lay your ass down
[50 CENT]
[50 CENT]
I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother fuckin khakis on
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother fuckin khakis on
Nah thats iight man I ain’t got nuttin to prove
Nah thats iight man I ain’t got nuttin to prove
I’m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose
I’m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose
Look man I don’t know what you been drinkin’
Look man I don’t know what you been drinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
But you get out line and swoop hit you upside the head
But you get out line and swoop hit you upside the head
Media they right whatever they choose
Media they right whatever they choose
The cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
The cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk in my shoes
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues
They say my music make a gangster want to pop something
They say my music make a gangster want to pop something
Well tell them niggas they could pop this and stop frontin’
Well tell them niggas they could pop this and stop frontin’
You heard a nigga do you know how I get down
You heard a nigga do you know how I get down
Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds
Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds
In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now
In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now
Start some bullshit and imma lay punk ass down
Start some bullshit and imma lay punk ass down
[YOUNG BUCK]
[YOUNG BUCK]
Hating niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs
Hating niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck but I look like an old man
My name Young Buck but I look like an old man
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me to Lil Wayne
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
I don’t dance but I look like signing with Diddy
I don’t dance but I look like signing with Diddy
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me
No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin
No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I’m claiming the set
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I’m claiming the set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers
I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that’s why your show got cancelled
Ten people showed up that’s why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
Niggas callin 4 these features but they get no answer
Niggas callin 4 these features but they get no answer
Fuck yall niggaz!
Fuck yall niggaz!
[LLOYD BANKS]
[LLOYD BANKS]
Bitches know it’s a privilege
Bitches know it’s a privilege
If I stop to check her
If I stop to check her
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper
And I don’t mean the soda
And I don’t mean the soda
The sixteen top shot loada I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
The sixteen top shot loada I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
You fuckin with a soulja
You fuckin with a soulja
Selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folda
Selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folda
So please keep talking so we could spread your feet
So please keep talking so we could spread your feet
Have you on your boulevard C walking
Have you on your boulevard C walking
The birds keep hawking Why?
The birds keep hawking Why?
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
from DC to Boston
from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
The niggas that I be with got guns
The niggas that I be with got guns
On the big body tip and if they pull out
On the big body tip and if they pull out
You guarding and shit
You guarding and shit
You got me in a heavy gray picture
You got me in a heavy gray picture
Plus I light up trees like everyday is Christmas
Plus I light up trees like everyday is Christmas
Its a regular day and a regular routine till I hear this tragic news from about three feens, your man Fifty just got popped nine times
and I heard through the great vine its all 'cause his rhymes
in front of his grandmoms standing on the lawn wearing no teflone
I wonder if he gone
I know in my heart i wanna cry having thoughts in my mind that man goin die
as I frantically run towards Fifty's spot, I panically peep like fifty cops , it was blue and whites, D.T's, and homocide and yellow tape blocked off on both sides with 4 5th shells on the floor and D.T's ringing doorbells going door to door yo I'm stressed out smoking bogie after bogie
duck in the sarce 'cause the sarce fucking know me ,Ijumped the G truck and got a mac to spit and we did about to bust those mary maculin at the time
I started to think back in shit how we used to sling crack and stack up chips, with Can, P-lo, Big Ju and The Kid, and my man Fifty used to smack a bitch, and the good and the bad on the one three four and the Hoes that we had at the Cash Money Tour now I'm at the hospital, stop day dreaming all I see is 5 5 1 and its beafing, baby mom screaming whole family greaving but the word is that my man still breathing, I dropped to my knees and I thank the lord and got long shit list all across the board motha fucker, fuck ya'll niggas man, G-unit, we takin over this shit nigga,
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
smile (Ha, ha)â¦Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse One]
Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and stiletto take a, cartlan party is when ya sneak in the meadow and ya can head to the house, from the houses to the floor, from the floor to the couch, from the couch to the door, then its out to the store for, outfit or more, watchin' out for the law, coz of this pouch full of raw, i don't care how much you love her don't, vouch for the whore, cause the first chance she get i was in her mouth on the tour, im loving the ladies with no husbands and babies, since little I've been active, lost dozens of babies, maybe ive been stuntin' in your cousins Mercedes and roll upon you dumping, pull a gun at your 80's, you the man on your block, im the talker of the town, that's probly why they wanna see me in chalk on the ground, well you can find me on a corner with a pack of marijuana middle finger to haters, nigga you're fuckin' with the greatest
[50 Cent]
[Chorus]
Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on a short stay, we don't have to go far, far away to have some fun, try things my way, bitch grab your bags, get in the Escalade, put the seat back, we on our way, there's no games to play, nuttin' else to say listen to your man girl try things my way
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse Two]
or maybe you wanna, rest in towel, make a mess in the flowers, how bout sex in the shower or neck for an hour, you got a ring on your finger even one on your nose squeezing some on your toes, one in your tongue that blows, ohh, remember spin the bottle, you could of been a model, why you begin to swallow, niggas in tims tomorrow, no love, no hoes, no paper, nah no ice no hoes no maker, your picture look good, imma' take her wont have to fight or make her first night imma break her, i got game like a laker, you think I'm slow or something, stop bitch you know you frontin' always wants a different nigga you some kind of hoe or something
[50 Cent]
Yeah Banks, I know the bitch man, I sat kicked it with her for a few minutes and shit, i wasn't even goin' hard son i just kicked it wit her for a lil bit then i told the bitch i was like..
[50 Cent]
[Chorus]
okay you with us, huh?
you listening good?
say hello to my little friend(x2)
50 cent:
My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go
My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha
window
My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend
Lloyd Banks:
Everywhere i go I gotta tag along
Cuz my buzz gettin strong and they mad im on
he ride with me when i pass tha mall
he wait for me on tha bench when im on my game of basketball
one shoot'll make a bastard fall
pass em and crawl, you need a bulletproof vest, mask and all
bring your buddy when its time to roll
cuz i got hit the last time i left mine at home
a hand bling fulla platnium and shinas chrome he even got closet
space inside my home
He aint neva been broke he glichless
? I bought him a rubber coat for christmas
info-red beam and a scope for distance
the best company when approachin business
my eagle ride wit me to the end we all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N
50 cent:
My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go
My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha
window
My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend
50 cent:
My buddy gotta temper he dyin ta pop off
last time he did tha cops had the block all locked off
take him wit me to hustle stashed him in a trash can
my fingers tips soft 4 for hours i bagged grams
you meet him, ya destinations hell or heaven
cuz i only bring em out for that 187
he dont have a heart i just keep feedin him shells
he got it poppin in tha hood so his name ring bells
Ms. Jones stay on tha third floor she call tha cops on me
they came i ran i had to toss my humble lil homie
niggas small they got no friends so they stay in they place
kid i stay screamin on niggas and beatin on base heads
these niggas aint thorough they just like to pretend
keep fuckin round nigga say hello to my little friend!
50 cent:
My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go
My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha
window
My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend
Young Buck:
We picked em all out yet we both still livin
weve been in tha box but we both still spittin
and when it was beef u even played your position
got under the seat until we spotted our victim
at first they wouldnt listen til they heard u go off
remember it was broad daylight in tha middle of New York
and lil did they know we was ready 4 war
bet that nigga wished he neva stuck his head out tha door
see whenever u come out sumthin happens on tha block
you tha reason that nigga stopped rappin like pac
people see u n runnin n u aint even say shit
they just know u aint nuthin 2 play wit
u stay wit 16 homies, n one in tha hole
when the first one get out tha next one go
to know where u headed u gotta know where u been
tha glock stay wit me.we friends til tha end
50 cent:
My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go
My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha
window
My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
After the V.M.A.'s my baby Momma cuss my ass out
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
I cut the grass around my click so I can see these sneaks
You see back in the hood that's 'cuz I see they fake
I preach the sermon 'bout the paper like creflo dollar
I'll pop you punk niggas like I pop my colla
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica, and Mya
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shot up
Now take a look at how my life style changed up
I'm on now god damn it I done came up
Now you can find me with the finest ho's
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice man
If I ain't gotta pistol on me, I'll be sure I got a knife man
Get outta line and I'll lighten yo ass up
Semi automatic spray I'll tighten yo ass up, yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can front if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Slow down little nigga don't exceed your speed
'Cuz I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro League
I got connects so I don't need no weed
I've been in L.A. for a year now so I don't see no seeds
After I'm done clappin' ya crew
Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what? Your favorite rapper does too
In a minute, imma add a jewel for makin' my rims spin
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans at Kingston
Nothin' but bling bling in yo face boy
That's why my neck shine like one of the shirts
That Puffy and Mase wore
I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
I take care of birds like an animal doctor
I've been out and buzzin' niggas just stepped on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can front if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Look at the paper, look at the news we on the front page
We in the Bahama's with A.K.'s on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch will make a broke nigga take somethin'
So I have to keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit gettin' money, I know some artists that starvin'
Who play the game like they rich, to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin', 'cause on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin' a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop, you ain't no blood like gang
See I've been having beef, I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I'm sendin' niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin' to be heroes
You know how we roll every where that we go
It's fo' fos', calicos, and desert eagles
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
[50 cent]
I think I'm a gangsta but I'm really not,
All I ever do is pick my nose and eat my snot,
I like to go around with tatoos and say I got shot,
When the holes are tattoos that were glued on the spot
I AM NOT A GANGSTA
YOU JUST A WANGSTA BITCH
I try to create an image that is fake
Like goin to the library and eatin cake
I don't like that shit man, it's just not me
Cuz what I really like to do is drink my own pee
Nigger, I am
I stupid fat lipped motherfuckin ugly ass bitch ass nigger
Uh oh, here comes the KKK, I BETTER RUN!
[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe
apple wasn't around so i had to let my brother know,
never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun,
five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick,
but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Young Buck]
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I can feel your pain nigga,
I'm still in the game nigga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty,
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
you can call me the don.
[chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[50]
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch,
Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit,
Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me,
I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled,
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles,
You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times,
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst,
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam,
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.
[Chorus X2]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
Yea, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buc
GGGGG-UNIT
HAHA
(Young Buc)Verse 1
Vacate your home i come to break your bones
i mans worse nightmare we at it again
a desert eagle and a black mac 10
they never know what happened
when we come through
them cowards dont want none
They screamin if the murder us for walking with no gunz
come with me but don't run
and die where you're standing
see i'm holding on this cannon
and your life i'm demanding
put the pipe to your melon
and your brains on the pavement
these niggaz is talkin' thinkin security gon' save em' (ha)
nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
look you right in the eyes and tell you 'we don't know who did it'
corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
the feinds up all night
and the neighobrs gettin no sleep
you better get used to it
you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath interscope and G-UNIT
Chorus (GIRL)
we got action were you don't
show up places were u won't
G-Unit, (50 Cent) G-G-G-G, G-Unit
(50 Cent) verse 2
man i told you on my first Dre. joint
i am loco better than soso
games in the choke hold
disney's is a no no
i perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house oh no
you aint ready its heavy
65' chevy old school rollin im holin
20 inches spinnin from ther beginin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
drop top glock cock ready for the drama
pistols pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
non-stop make it hot we on top regardless
you can be the hardest
we'll just be the smartest
i warned you not to start us
we not your average artist
my bitch is like a goddess
when papparazzi spotters
cause flick after flick
same old shit that i kick
HAHA
Chorus
(Lloyd banks)
verse 3
guess who's back mother fucka
gun in the clip
ready to smack up on these suckers thats runnin they lip
you can try anyone of my shoes on none of them fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
all i need some cigars and quarter
a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
and i'll be back with a hit
i'm that sick
who the hell you thought it was
i got expensive habits
i cant afford it cuz
G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs
niggaz be shovin and pushin
adn some one is gushin surprise
shes givin up the buns on the cushion
sweatin and screamin
suckin me off the rest of the evening
and im leavin
on to the next city
stash box in the bus so i can bring the tex wit me
i gotta go cuz im gettin over
you niggaz aint over
G-Unit
Chorus
[Chorus]
If you think you can fuck wit 50 you gotta be crazy
I wont do a joint wit you
Know matter how much your label try and pay me
I'm on top of hip-hop
I run wit Aftermath and mother fucking Shady
It simple i see you like to be me ya niggaz cant fade me
[Verse One]
I can be a gentleman a gangsta
The bitch done chose
I send me orders to put hoes
In niggaz and hoes
My wrist all froze from flip side poles
Fein share on my deeder doors i suppose thats the bottom line
So called a gran that a nigga switching white lines
Sell anything under the sun to get mine
I'm Gonna Shine
Some for the summer H2 Hummer
Got paper now im picky
Change the rims change the watch change the gems
I upgrade now im paid
Catch me in the truck tower loby
Stroking other niggaz hoes is my hobby
Treat me like king .... suck me baby
I Roll with Shady and Dr.Dre (ohh)
Im done ta charm a luck
See if i can finger fuck in a truck
G-5 50 so live
So as my zipper go down her eyes wide
Got her in hotely on the bed with her hand tied (woo)
[Chorus]
If you think you can fuck wit 50 you gotta be crazy
I wont do a joint wit you
Know matter how much your label try and pay me
I'm on top of hip-hop
I run wit Aftermath and mother fucking Shady
I hustle
then I got that ching ching ching
then I bought my bling bling bling
that's how I got your fucking bitch on my dick
I hustle
then I got that ching ching ching
then I bought that bling bling bling
that's how I got your fucking bitch on my dick
BITCH!!!
Catch me wing shot nigga doin' my thing
'cause when I write with my pen
got me next to Don King
I'm in room 820 in a H2
with a project chic named Rachel
I got racks on my neck
with a big ass piece
they come thru when my lex
call that audition
with no roof on the top
that's my sunday car
in our home I'm looking hot
that's my monday car
I got a stable of hoes
I'm a P-I-M-P
saw your bitches on the (..?)
we got beans on our gat
we retail our weapons
in the way that I rap
we email our chesters
niggas hear what I spit
and wonder how I write
G-Unit gone will
50 cent
i hear allot of talking, niggas must be mad at banks,
theres only one problem you niggas aint as bad as banks
nigga you stunt, you will get shot down,
da pump will crak ur cranium ggggg unit
you move ill blow ur brain
banks
niggas dont want war they just mad cause they walk around frontin and i walk around stuntin
why you think da long pump is in da trunk for
if you really want something ill show up at your front door, i know my history , my family tree, im gettin madder fuck livin poor cause negativity spreads faster
smoking out da jar, scoping out da bar distracted by some shoety, breasts pokin out her bra
start thinking you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van, act hard but ur hart made of marshmellows man
talk tough but get cuffed and talking man
every day i gotta new bitch and when im done it looks like she dived head first in a pool wid it
you know im gonna end up dead trying to prove shit
ill put chalk around ur head like a pool stick
i gotta keep glocks on my waist
im hungry like a south african with flys stuck my face
catch me in a truck full of base
remember im a bachelor ill pop back in ya face
either pop my e or get ur face dump
the only trigger you touch is on a gas pump
i got my own personal slave she really knows how to work it, she dont wear alot but when she does its purple and i know you wanna fuck me but
when i aim the exit wound will be the size of a hockey puck i really hold da rubber and ill send sparks atcha
g unit wats up right know da gucci cloth
u gotta come a little harder you wear jerseys but
mine is a throwback yours is a starter
ya records will nver blow mine will
shorty know thats why she foaming in da grill
like the house on haunted hill
i dont talk around a snich, dont clound around a bitch
ja rule ya mums a rat and when i see her ill swing my bat ha ha ha
50 CENT:
G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah)
(Drop That Shit)
Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch
Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch
TONY YAYO:
They say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin' weight
None of that's yo' life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo' pound
Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better
And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar
I'm on first class flights with flying cooks
Cuz my verse sound nice when they flyin' hooks
Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly Hills
Some bad free hoes in the Montreal
Next year it's the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba
Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner
Cuz I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma
I'm the first one out, and last one on the corner
This life is a hustle any day you be a goner
P89 Ruger with the silence off
Little clipper sellin' spitballs goin' through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells
These rappers is talkin' bout bricks in they rhymes
You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
I don't respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than Nike town
Swingin' 31 Money's I been on the block
Since nigga's did the snake runnin' man in the walk
When I was 15 I didn't want no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, servin' niggers
Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail
I got CO's bringin' cell phones to my cell
Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you
Fill you ass up with led turn yo' ass to a pencil
I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire
I had you on the run like Omar on the wire
I'm the only rapper you know that stay on the run
I'm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun
I'm a hustla' OG's love to hate
Cuz I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at
Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback
I'm a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
Fuck judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner
Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me
You wanna rap we can battle for yo' see through rollie
I begin in a mansion stripin' the models
The bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a bottle
There's too many Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gun's if you ain't got enough beef
The shit I spit will cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me
Im'a hide my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air
I've finished my work now its time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot
I Need 12 12's
And 58 58's
Cuz I got 8 sales
And they all gon' wait motherfucka
50 CENT:
Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch
Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don't quit,
Yea, 50cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
(Lloyd Banks)
This rap shit plays a major part in my life
She looked for jack but realize that i got the ride
Well send a muthafucker at ya tonight
G-Unit
And i aint sleepin till my click pop em
swimmin in bowls of money
Micheal walking around with a head em
cause it's Charley mc dummy it's funny
niggaz go ravving see you suffering, hungry
I'm Co-D as well skating with enough of niggaz money
Why you ass of
you know you ain't that tough
I'm pulling your mask off
As soon as you act up
You know what i came for
A peace of the game or
Art till the readers
Buy ass long as a chainsaw
I buy them weight
But tis still feels like i'm dreamin
40. calinger my pillow cinda feel like my c-men
I fysical pressence of a female the form of a demon
that's why i fuck em and leave em get my note while im leaving
And i thought they catch me slippin now im ducking and drippin, thats a thousand dollar outfit wuth the fuck is you brickin
They drippin, the record can get my ass in position
Death wish for no gorilla jim wether canie a couchen
Listen, and when trough momma bitchen in and out the kitchen wuth probable cause is probable in and out the prison
We got soldiers
but you still gotta respect the arts
We got more 4-5s and nines then a deck of cards
(Tony Yayo)
You can take me out the hood
But can take the hood out me
Cause im getto
Niggaz hate when you to good
But when you broke
Your friends and your enemy's
They love you
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Picture me being crack
Oh, you go
You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you to a junkie
I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country
Wallstreet niggaz, they caught me on a low
White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow
Its time to go on a bus the train a plane im smuggle
Im nothin but trouble Ill make ya money double
cook me in bacon soda, ill turn ya hoop-rock into a new range-rover
Ill pay all ya bills and fill je frigerator
Feed ya familly turn ya man to a hater
You can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box
Put me in ya night' tims a read box
If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards
Cop a hundred grand you moving forwards
Im trying to move more birds, and PA all day on the corner of third
(50 cent)
You can take me out the hood
But you can't take the hood out me
Cause im gettho
Picture me pollishing pistols
Im comming to get you the sails hit you they scream
Think im playing i mean it
Man i dont bought all this pistols, just get it popping
Start and wavin my own voice shell cases gets the drop
The devils got a cone i got to much pride to hide
Im outside gun in my pocket theres stuntin to poppin
Im dying to poppin them young and im wrestling to the death system as the world turns the rececippy learn
count on my blessins clean up my weapons im ready for war
The strong survive the big shall perrish i told you before
Hoes can come and take me now im 50
NICE TANE
Well I see you 20 grands and tips of the dice game
Its burned out cant stop it
You gotta watch MTV ,BET, NIGGA YOU SEE ME
I wonder if im mad cause im doing good
Cause niggaz are feelin me more than you in yo hood
And it hurts cause you love them but they dont love you back cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust a get. You pussy
Yea, explain it to the niggaz in yo hood nigga
They know you fuckin the front nigga
Talk all that gangsta shit on the reggae
I see you nigga
niggas know me nigga
Ask around in my hood nigga
We'r de daily news nigga
you see them talkin about me nigga
im in the middle of all cinds of shit
(CHours)
lil mama so hood......i fucked yo girl
lil mama so fly.......i fucked yo girl
man tha pussy was good..i fucked yo girl
man i aint gone lie.....i fucked yo girl
we was all ova tha bed..i fucked yo girl
man she even gave me head...i fucked yo girl
From Time to time i hate to tell u that yo bitch b mineeee
(50 Cent)
she see me by tha bar
she watch me blow stacks
her man aint a hustler
man he cant do that
he got a 9 to 5
used to pump packs
got knocked once
and he neva came back
i had her in my bentley
i had her in tha lac
we do it like tha dogs do
rite in the back
i give that ass a smack
n she like it like that
get deeper n deeper in tha kitty cat
(CHours)
lil mama so hood......i fucked yo girl
lil mama so fly.......i fucked yo girl
man tha pussy was good..i fucked yo girl
man i aint gone lie.....i fucked yo girl
we was all ova tha bed..i fucked yo girl
man she even gave me head...i fucked yo girl
From Time to time i hate to tell u that yo bitch b mineeee
(Tony Yayo)
She ova hea wit me
he tryna call her ova there
she like;FUCK THAT NIGGA....
She drop it down to tha flo'
Im like Shawty u Can go
she like;FUCK THAT NIGGA....
Shawty Wit me Cherry M3
Ps up in tha Red shwaty gimme head...
ahhha....ahhhahhhahhhh
(CHours)
lil mama so hood......i fucked yo girl
lil mama so fly.......i fucked yo girl
man tha pussy was good..i fucked yo girl
man i aint gone lie.....i fucked yo girl
we was all ova tha bed..i fucked yo girl
man she even gave me head...i fucked yo girl
From Time to time i hate to tell u that yo bitch b mineeee
(Lloyd Banks)
If u hearin i fucked yo girl i prolly did
had her butt naked making breakfast in tha crib
if u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u woodnt wan her no more
left cum in her jaw...unh
1 nutt 2 nutt 3 nutts 4
5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more
have it how u want i rather have it hardcore
ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor
(Young Buck)
Nigga thats my bitch
i dont wanna hear shit
she like;FUCK THAT NIGGA.....
U cant do it like this
nigga you are not rich
tell her;FUCK THAT NIGGA.....
Dope Boy wit my top droped
got ya baby mama hot
beggin me to stop but imma rock star
look wat i got for her sum dirty south nutts
in her dirty south mouth she a dirty south slut....WAT?!?
(CHours)
lil mama so hood......i fucked yo girl
lil mama so fly.......i fucked yo girl
man tha pussy was good..i fucked yo girl
man i aint gone lie.....i fucked yo girl
we was all ova tha bed..i fucked yo girl
man she even gave me head...i fucked yo girl
[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga
[50 Cent]
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve
Twenty seconds on the back time
I feel you're on the run
Never lived too long to make right
I see you're doing fine
And when I get that feeling
I can no longer slide
I can no longer run
Ah no no
And when I get that feeling
I can no longer hide
For it's no longer fun
Ah no no
Yeah, you can say what you want
But it won't change my mind
I'll feel the same about you
And you can tell me your reasons
But it won't change my feelings
I'll feel the same about you
What I am is what you want of me
Yeah, now that I'm not there
I took the tables away from you
It's turned and I don't care
And when I get that feeling
I can no longer slide
I can no longer run
Ah no no
And when I get that feeling
I can no longer hide
For it's no longer fun
Ah no no
Yeah, you can say what you want
But it won't change my mind
I'll feel the same about you
And you can tell me your reasons
But it won't change my feelings
I'll feel the same about you
Yeah, you can say what you want
But it won't change my mind
I'll feel the same about you
And you can tell me your reasons
But it won't change my feelings
I'll feel the same about you
I've said goodnight, try to sleep tight
Ah, just dream of me
Go, close your eyes 'cause I've closed mine
The sun will shine from time to time
Oh, when you dream of me, yeah
Well, you can say what you want
But it won't change my mind
I'll feel the same about you
And you can tell me your reasons
But it won't change my feelings
I'll feel the same about you
Yeah, you can say what you want
But it won't change my mind
I'll feel the same about you
And you can tell me your reasons
But it won't change my feelings
I'll feel the same about you
Yeah, you can say what you want
But it won't change my mind
I'll feel the same about you
And you can tell me your reasons
But it won't change my feelings
Now don't think I won't hit you, cause I'm popular
I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya
Catch you slippin' I'm a give ya what I got for ya
My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
Ya'never had a hot gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes
Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you
Homie you ain't been through
What I been through
You not like me
And I'm not like you
I'm like a animal with it, when I spit it, it's crazy
Got semi-autos that put wholes in niggas tryna play me
One shot is not enough, you need at least an uzi to move me
After 4 bottles of Don
The kid start feelin' woozie
I write my life
You write what you've seen in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core, nigga you can't move me
I find my space at the top
I got this rap shit locked
I've never heard of you
You've heard of me, I'll murder you
Spit shells at your convertable
As long as you notice
Rich or poor, hollows still go through ya door
This is war
You scared of me
Your not prepared for me
The Kid is back
50 Cent I know you like that
Yeah I know you like that
Green Latern, Shady Records, Anger Management Tour
[50 Cent]
I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason there's two karats in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
So when I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"
I need you in my life girl, your too much to lose
[Beat switches]
[Hook]
Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out
Then you'll bump heads wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't cool to fuck wit me
[Tony Yayo]
G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas
I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip
I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL detailed
I rap and wait for them checks in the mail
If you hatin', your due time life will expire
Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick
And this 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights heading towards Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players
I roll a seven, cause we crap table players
[Hook]
Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out
Then you'll bump heads wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't cool to fuck wit me
[Lloyd Banks]
I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone
My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home cooked
I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone book
Your high with your messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup packets
Fuck who's in ya ride, there's tools on my side
By the females standin' with tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' they wives
Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they eyes
Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm prepared
But I'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard
They know me in the field, the kid with the fans
That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the deal
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That B C B G, Barberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her 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 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date and come and pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with the P.I.M.P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P.I.M.P
Not what you 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 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 needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father and confidant, bitch
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
I told you fools before I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til 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 hoe you can have her when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimping know
You saying it's secret but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick, trick
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business, you know
They say I talk a lil' fast but if you listen a lil' faster
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dolla bankroll
Black Lac, for my outta state ho
These niggas talk gangsta
But really ain't tho
I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow
I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro
Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16
I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean
And gotta body like I feed it creatine
My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII
My name is Yayo
A crazy nigga he don't play tho
I hitcha planters peanut with the .80
Al Qaeda expert merkin
When all my niggas die
They gon have 80 virgins
I'm the 'Burb swervin
Cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that glock and pump, that mac and .45
Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell
Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale
Mini me niggas wanna copy my style
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach
Nigga it's Boo-Boo
But you can call me 50
Fuck with me the police will have to get me
760 I-I ride I'm a rider
Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire
Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet
Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire
My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon
You shootin back, but u ain't hittin
Shit I'm still standing
When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man
Yea, nigga I'm straight outta southside
I'm back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit
Stunt witcha mouth wide
We move around militant
We trained for some iller shit
(Chorus)
Boy if you want me
Then you can have me
I want you to want me
And love me unconditionally(x2)
Verse 1 - 50 Cent
You want me to want you, you want me to need you
You want me beg and stay by my side
You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you
You want me to just swallow my pride
You want too much from me
Pretending I'm that nigga you loving
Last week it was my man, the week before your husband
Girl that ring on your finger means nothing
Its just a waste of money, and he was just a dummy
I know you kiss him and hug him
And tell him that you love him, you lying
Because I hit the first night and I wasnt even trying
You facinated with the flow
You know I'm about to blow
Come to see me at my show
Admire how my wrist glow
You like the way I get the dough
We can go, just to drow
Let your knees hit the floor
I like it when you do it slow
Aint nobody got to know
We can keep it on the low
I don't like niggas in my business, told you that before
Verse 2 - Young Buck
You want me to hug you, you want me to love you
You want me to miss you everytime you gone
You wanna shine, you wanna spend time
Girl this is just a fling thing, word is bond
You want too much from me
Everyday calling my phone
You found out my benz sittin on chrome
Wont leave me alone
Catchin feelings cause I'm never at home
I should've known not to pick up the phone
Before a nigga got on
You wouldn't take time out to speak
Then you expect me to take your ass out to eat
I can't lie girl you sure look good in that mink
Tonight its on you, you gonna buy me a drink
Whatchu think?
Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks
You want me to lay out quality time, like you don't know I'm on tour
Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh?
Why everytime we talk you askin for more, huh?
You want a nigga to commit, that our relationship shit and
I didnt string you along, you talkin reckless
Shorty look at my necklace
I don't sell dreams, I sell records
I know your type, used to parade around town
Bumped into an entertainer, now you wanna slow down
Introduced me to family and friends as well
Walkin out the house feeling like a piece of show-n-tell
cheatin cause your boyfriend doesnt like to spend
(50 Cent)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to "back down"
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Eric had a jump shop but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.
(Chorus: 50 Cent)
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it - can't rearrange it - I am what I am.
So love me for being me.
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it - can't rearrange it - I am what I am.
So love me for being me.
(50 Cent)
Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before school he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me
I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me
Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
Til G put that gun in down that seat and said it wasn't mine
Son you smell that?
What's that?
I smell pussy
Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy
Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy
Is that you Black?
I smell pussy
Is that you Tah?
Y'all niggas is pussy
I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me
(Watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me
(Stop me)
You niggas get so emotional
(Emotional)
You remind me of my bitch
It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
(Leave her)
My old relations just make it harder for me to except her
As my own she tries to tie up my phone
(Phone and)
I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see
It's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
(I know the game)
But I don't play by the rules
I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes
If you attracted to Benz's with 22's
(Yea)
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
(Oooh)
I'm not here to tease you mislead you
Or mess up your dreams
(Nah)
I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
I'm a pimp
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking extasy
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking extasy
When I first met her I did anything to get her
(What?)
Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator
(Uh huh)
Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up
But couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip
Tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
(Haa ha)
A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-Sing is where he biddin'
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
(Whoo)
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
(Uh huh)
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
Turnin' young niggas with principles to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats
That bitch got the best sex
(Uh huh)
All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking extasy
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking extasy
I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me
(Miss me)
Or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
(And the Cristy)
I'm fuckin' with you
I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes
Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs
(Come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart
(Uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start
(Yeah)
I'm into tongue kissin' and foreplay all day
Mama ain't home so the noise is okay
O D B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin'
(Whoo)
The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'
Whether we're just kickin' it or we sexin'
(Uh huh)
I'm a pro baby girl I spit games to perfection
(Yea)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
When niggas get out of line I check them man
(Uh uh)
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking extasy
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe
apple wasn't around so i had to let my brother know,
never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun,
five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick,
but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I can feel your pain nigga,
I'm still in the game nigga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty,
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
you can call me the don.
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch,
Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit,
Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me,
I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled,
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles,
You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times,
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst,
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam,
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Yeah, ah ha
Stunt 101, yeah
I'll teach you how to stunt, my wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz
I'll teach you how to stunt, n*** you can't see me
My Bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt, my neck stay blingin'
My rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin' man
I'll teach you how to stunt, I see you schemin'
N*** you can keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
Seven series BM, six series Benz
Twenty four inches, Giovanni rims
R1 one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma that boy out there actin' a fool that's him
They say I've changed man, I'm gettin' paper, I'm flashy
They like me better when I'm f*** up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say fifty man your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Bank's a sure thing, y'll n*** might blow
I'm fittin' to drop that so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee n***
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me n***
I'll teach you how to stunt, my wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz
I'll teach you how to stunt, n*** you can't see me
My Bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt, my neck stay blingin'
My rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin' man
I'll teach you how to stunt, I see you schemin'
N*** you can keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
I'm sensin' a lot of tension now that I'm rappin'
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color Coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point 'cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slackin'
So the stashbox's big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm feelin' new but I demand some respect
'Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' there's nothin' you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naw, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a b***
Come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt
I'll teach you how to stunt, my wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz
I'll teach you how to stunt, n*** you can't see me
My Bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt, my neck stay blingin'
My rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin' man
I'll teach you how to stunt, I see you schemin'
N*** you can keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with cash money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Sprewell's spinnin' man, I'm doin' my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin' old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like y'll don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out and get all the h***
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go
I'll teach you how to stunt, my wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz
I'll teach you how to stunt, n*** you can't see me
My Bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt, my neck stay blingin'
My rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin' man
I'll teach you how to stunt, I see you schemin'
N*** you can keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time, for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing Fifty, 'cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the general, without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men
You continue troops and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what!
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I'm gon' fuck her
Don't tryta pick up for them lames around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach 'em
There's a very fine line between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where they make head bounce
And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so
Get on your vest, 'cause all you gotta do is say that
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner
[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw
Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town
Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
In front of the White House for all I care
I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(50 Cent)
GRRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
(Chrous, 50 Cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
(50 Cent)
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude this is
(Yung Buck)
(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
(Chorus, 50 cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
(Lloyd Bank$)
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, dey show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five hunnid degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before
Black card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)
(Tony Yayo)
I said these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
(Chrous, 50 cent)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)
(Unknown Artis)
Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't done
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up like he sat in the sun
I'm bout my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (BITCH)
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
(Verse 1)
Im suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or it R.I.P
I'm stupid rich, got retarded money
I'm special Ed, I got special bread
It's easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now
I f**k when I want, I do what I like
She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat
It never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
(Verse 2) Tony Yayo
I need a dollar every time that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
I'm in alli bb, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy dreamy
Certain niggas fall inlove with a bitch,
Patron in my dick i think i f**ked blood out a chick
I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin'
10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain't nothing
(Verse 3) Lloyd Banks
If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it
She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
you look as good as your chess
And when your neck it, I'm ready to f**k
A little head in the truck
If a tung game good, i'ma let her come up
When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I'm with G-Unit, C-U Net
Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet
I have it, do u wanna have it, do u need D
OPE on the f**king CD its ME
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
(Verse 4) Young Buck
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... Three, two, one
Yea right now
You got skills on them high heels
When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
and I ain't got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it
I'm all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at like yeahh
(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass
(50cent)
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco
(Chorus - 50cent)
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
(Young Buck)
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'
(Chorus 50cent)
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea
(Chorus 50cent)
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, problly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 2- The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
From the beginnin' to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would chane
But its stayin' the same
[Verse 3- Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with the snub, cause niggas do a lotta slick talkin' in the club
Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him then i'ma lift'em and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then it'll be me on the floor
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 4- Tony Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I bless
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Verse 5- Young Buck]
You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug bout born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
[Chorus-50 Cent]
Go 'head nigga stunt, get shot the fuck up
G-unit nigga what, get shot the fuck up
Go 'head try ya luck, get shot the fuck up
Keep thinkin its a game, get shot the fuck up
Nigga go 'head act tough, get shot the fuck up
I'll pull out that tec, get shot the fuck up
Show some respect or get shot the fuck up
Go 'head call the cops, get shot the fuck up
[Verse-50 Cent]
Call me crazy, 'cause i'll show a nigga no mercy
everyother day i hear niggas tryna murc me
but its all hood, my nigga its all good
stay with a gak, tefflon on my back
fiends know my style so they ease up off me
the 40 cali pop, i aint killen em softly
now Tanya havin baby after baby she locked up
and they all layin 'round he on the L and he locked up
niggas go nuts in the club when i pop up
'cause everytime im around a nigga get chopped up
my niggas look for nigga with they wrist all rocked up
they gonn' come up out that shit and get popped up
[Chorus-50 Cent]
Go 'head nigga stunt, get shot the fuck up
G-unit nigga what, get shot the fuck up
Go 'head try ya luck, get shot the fuck up
Keep thinkin its a game, get shot the fuck up
Nigga go 'head act tough, get shot the fuck up
I'll pull out that tec, get shot the fuck up
Show some respect or get shot the fuck up
Go 'head call the cops, get shot the fuck up
[Verse-Lloyd Banks]
Goddamn for what you aint gotta convince
you just sold 6 million records you aint gotta do this
i got a new toy that'll burn a hater
and put a red dot in his eye like the fuckin Terminator
now they boys all grown
i give nicknames to my bitches and my guns like Go-Run and Jawbone
im next in line the future of this rap shit
when i go, they'll be 100 shooters at my casket
ready to go and put the rugers to the basket
i pass thru these street niggas that use to get they ass kicked
man what kind of beef do they want
lil kids'll find ya body in the grass at the Easter Egg Hunt
every bid up out the rose comin outta the ziplock
for round niggas that dont give a fuck about hip hop
you can count me in if its fast cash, nigga im by my money
im flyin to Japan with a gas mask
[Chorus-50 Cent]
Go 'head nigga stunt, get shot the fuck up
G-unit nigga what, get shot the fuck up
Go 'head try ya luck, get shot the fuck up
Keep thinkin its a game, get shot the fuck up
Nigga go 'head act tough, get shot the fuck up
I'll pull out that tec, get shot the fuck up
Show some respect or get shot the fuck up
Go 'head call the cops, get shot the fuck up
[Verse-Young Buck]
my bullets go thru tefflon, open up ya chest bone nigga
we shootin at anybody even the wrong nigga
i pop these glocks knockin these cops on they back
it was only a traffic stop but i went for my strap
he shot once, i let off mine first
nothins worse than ya momma see you ridin in a Hersse
this 12 gauge'll knock a coward off his converse
have you wobblin and weepin screamin "help me Lord im hurt"
Banks bought me an AK for my birthday
like the Burger King commercial (you can have it your way)
dirty south till im dead but i love the east
so you would think im from Queens till you look at my teeth
and i got sumthin in my jeans that'll clear off the streets
shoot once and blow ya back out thru ya backseat
i signed with 50 just because a nigga love beef
may the best man win 'cause when i seem him we gonn' eat
[Chorus-50 Cent]
Go 'head nigga stunt, get shot the fuck up
G-unit nigga what, get shot the fuck up
Go 'head try ya luck, get shot the fuck up
Keep thinkin its a game, get shot the fuck up
Nigga go 'head act tough, get shot the fuck up
I'll pull out that tec, get shot the fuck up
Show some respect or get shot the fuck up
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
[Lloyd Banks]
a made the lil man mad cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Around here bitches walk around wit the hair outta a horses head
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch
Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas
that`s why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that found out where the coaches know
That's why I'ma be around longer than the hope foe sho
You and your man y'all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the fifth grade
That's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)
[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the second rule please leave the crime scene clean
Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time
Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep
Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
Ninth rule don't say shit cause po-po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the tenth rule don't put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you pulled a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading
[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
[50 Cent]
Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level's high nigga can't tell
Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I'm L-L
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot
You put pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the sheeps scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through with my knife cause I'm a pain your neck (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
50 can't even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)
[Verse 1]
I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb
Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns
I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about
Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto
Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let's go, let's flow nigga
[Chorus - Singing] - 2X
War, what is it good for absolutely nothin'
But niggas keep frontin'
Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier
Die like a soldier
[Outro - Talking]
War, state of mercy nigga
You see me pop off nigga
Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga
Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new shit
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
And nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga
Baby Wen I Told U, Your The Only One I Liked
I Ment To Say,
I Really Wanna Fuck Tonight, I Really Wanna Fuck Tonight
And Baby Wen I Told U Your The Sunshine Of My Life
I Ment To Say
Shawty I AInt No Trick, Bitch Please, I Ain't Buying U Shit
When I Told U I Liked U For Everything U Are
I Ment I Liked The Way Your Tities Sit Up In Your Bra
Everything I Said In Your Ear By The Bar
Was Just To Get U In The Backseat Of My Car
Your An Inspiring Actress Girl U Can Go Far
If U Know Who I Know Baby, U Would Be A Star
But Wen I Told U you Had Sexy Lips,
I Ment To Say I Bet U Suck A Good Dick
And Wen I Said I Was Feelin Ya Hips
I Ment To Say I Bet Ya Like It Like A Doggy doggy Shit
So Tell Me Doc, Am I Really Sick?
Wen Bitches Find Out How I Think They Say I Ain't Shit
Wen I Say I Love It, I Mean I Like It Alot
Wen I Say I Wanna Fuck, I Mean Right On The Spot
I This is My Pussy, But Bitch, U Kn It's Urs
U Say It's Your Dick, Then Lick On The Balls
Baby Wen I Told U, Your The Only One I Liked
I Ment To Say,
I Really Wanna Fuck Tonight, I Really Wanna Fuck Tonight
And Baby Wen I Told U Your The Sunshine Of My Life
I Ment To Say
Shawty I AInt No Trick, Bitch Please, I Ain't Buying U Shit
Wen I Said, I Missed U
I Ment I Ain't Hit In Awhile
Wen I Say Can I Come Over
I Ment Can I Come Knock U Down
Wen I Said Just Kiss It
I Ment Come On Just Suck Me Off
I Said I'll Take Ya Shopping
I Ment I'll Drive Ya To The Mall
I Wanna Keep In Touch
U Kno I'll Hardy Ever Call
I'm Doing Big Things
But I'm Act Like My Money Short
U Looking Good Baby
I'll Compliment Ya On Ya Cloths
I Mean The Jeans U Wearing
I Can't Wait To Take Em Off
I Bet I Get Ya Hot
I Mean Hotter Then A Stove
I Be A Freakky Freakk
Yeah I'll Lick Ya I Suppose
I Mean From Ya Neck
All Way Down To Ya Toes
I Won't Miss A Spot
I'm Good At This Lord Knows
Now here I go again
I mean i wanna get it on
I Say Anything
I'm a Horny Little Dawg
Now Put Your Legs Back
And Hop On Ya Like A Frog
Ull Turn Religious Quick
Have U Saying My God
Baby Wen I Told U, Your The Only One I Liked
I Ment To Say,
I Really Wanna Fuck Tonight, I Really Wanna Fuck Tonight
And Baby Wen I Told U Your The Sunshine Of My Life
I Ment To Say
[ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like
yeah, I told her I write music for a living
And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent
And she said "oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music
I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time"
And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick
I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man
Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue
And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy
Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker
See me I switch up hoopties cause niggaz play me, just to shoot me
You know how it is in the hood
Dead men don't hear no applause
Don't men don't go off on tours
Dead men don't accept no awards
50 that thought you was dead kid, kid
[ Chorus ] - 2X
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me
[ Verse 1 ]
I don't hesitate to pull out the burnin' nigga
I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga
I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top
I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots
And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin'
If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah)
When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh)
You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo)
I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change
My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains
Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr)
You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh)
I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah)
About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh)
I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump
I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT)
[ Chorus ]
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh)
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back)
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga)
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh)
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me
[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ]
This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit)
DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early)
(Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent)
Damn, (we both from Queens)
That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin')
Woo woo, haha, G unit
We got those semi automatics
And we got them revolvers
We those niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem
When those hollow tips hit 'em
Man, that should solve 'em
We got the Lugers with Rugers
And M1s and they all for sale
Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new fore pound
Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale
I'm the reason those things in my hood go bang
I got that trey deuce I call that, my nigga behave
16 gage in case these niggaz wanna get crazy
When a sawed off, hit your body parts they fall off
You get hit in the leg, man, you can't even crawl off
When that AK switch that automatic to spray
Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray
I got silencers and scoops
Military Issue pistols holla at me
Whatever you need homie I can get you
Nickname, rubber grips, hollow tips, extra clips
You don't want your shit to jam, better buy a cleaning kit
Teflon, Kevlar, need to wrap it 'round your chest
You pop off, they pop back and you get left a bloody mess
Mac 11 mac ten time for some action
Dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggaz act then
Got guns and ammo, they all for sale
Clips included you're responsible for your bail
We got those semi automatics and we got those revolvers
We that niggaz that you should get at, if you got a problem
When those hollow tips hit 'em, man
That should solve 'em
We got the Lugers with Rugers
And M1s and they all for sale
Got that 9mm, got that 10mm
Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new fore pound
Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale
G stand for Gangster
UNIT stand for U, Niggaz in trouble
Better lock and load on the double
G Unit
Fresh out the box 40 Cali glock, Calico 20 shot
Street sweepers clear the block
I'm that nigga, niggaz call when those shots pop
Take 'em to my grandmoms basement
Show 'em what I got, look
I got three 380s a tech and two M1's
Ice came through on some shit and bought him one
Them young boys from the projects crazy
He was kissing on the toast and saying that's my baby
Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"
Sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club
Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub
He gave me some bud, I gave him a pound, gave me a hug
Love, it's love, I take it back to the NWA days
Fuck Jay my CD's raise the crime rate in the Troy state
Got some rugers, some sigs, some colts
My nigga for real. Holla at the kid for real
We got those semi automatics
And we got those revolvers
We that niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem
When those hollow tips hit 'em
Man, that should solve 'em
We got the Lugers with Rugers
And M1s and they all for sale
Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new fore pound
(50 Cent - Verse 1)
Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the pussy grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
(Tony Yayo - Verse 2)
I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it
My truck an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it
'cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
(Muder Mase - Verse 3)
You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who u was missin, nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian
(Young Buck - Verse 4)
A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these niggas with this New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop
F**k a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga
(Prodigy - Verse 5)
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you f**k with G-Unit then you gon' f**kin' blow
When you f**k with Mobb Deep, then bring some f**kin' hoes
'cause its a gang of us and we ready to go
'cause after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun
(Havoc - Verse 6)
Get it teflon don, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherf**ker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays f**k me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherf**kin ask them kids
Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt
(Billy Danze - Verse 7)
You about to witness an M.O.P thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga
F**k a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherf**kers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we f**k 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged f**kin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the f**k y'all think.
(Lloyd Banks - Verse 8)
Niggas aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but im accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggaz wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
A milly will make your body looker look all measly
Ya bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo
I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me better than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me
The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apologee, Im probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there and they dont check us
All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas to come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em
They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
Im the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater n black on
Its on!
(50 Cent talking.)
Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all f**ked up.
Im finna kill few of you mother f**kers man.
Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya niggas say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo)
Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or 1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)
[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
(Intro)
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
(Verse 1)
G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new
I'm not that nigga, in your video
I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the low
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
I'm not that nigga, that you think you know
I walk around with a big four four
You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog
I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door
(What up bitches)
(Verse 2)
Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah)
Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo)
Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid
Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib
But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled
Back then niggas yousta call me boo
In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and clappin' then
Country left, strange shit started happenin'
Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
Money turns boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again
(Verse 3)
Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga
Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good
Sometime 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' somethin'
I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
(oh yeah, let me hold somethin')
Nigga you high or somethin'
I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine
(Outro - 50 Cent talking)
Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga
You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya
Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang
You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it
And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that
In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now
Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha)
Sit tight nigga I'm comin'
You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD!
[50 Cent]
50 Cent
Mary J. Blige
G-Unit!
Baby let's shine where we can shine
And ball where we can ball
Sharin' sometime together we not promised tomorrow
Know the difference between love and lust
Lustin' for your love f'na to feel your touch
Baby I'm grown, I'm not goin' through a phase
Let's talk, the touch could be brains in both ways
Now could you tell me, what's a king without a queen
I'm usin' metaphors, what's me without you is what I mean
[Mary J. Blige]
In the middle of the night, you hold me tight
Said it's alright, I'm yours forever
I'll do what you want, if you don't hurt me
I'll cook and clean, I'll make you happy
and.
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You're my everything)
and Ooh! (I'm so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can't be without you)
[Mary J. Blige]
Got a chill in my bones, and it's all for you babe
Can't leave you alone, I'm so addicted
I can't sanctify, its the sweetest pain
So who's your girl?
You better say my name
[Llyod Banksl
It feels like I made it to heaven when I'm inside her
And we ain't gotta keep no secrets 'cause she's a rider
She got a hold of her kid that's tighter than yo' pliers
And I got her hittin' notes that's higher than Mariah's
Maybe I'm jumpin' or gunnin', maybe I'm crazy
Maybe she's movin' too fast, maybe I'm lazy
She's kind'a different you know
Her body shape'll make you wanna take a trip in the snow
[Young Buck]
My thug luv got her, the way I put it down
Got you callin' on my phone when ya man not around
Shorty I know what you like and we don't have fight
You ain't gotta be trippin', you know I'm comin' home tonight
Tried to warn ya bout a playa, but she ain't wanna listen
Till I got ya in the bedroom, huggin' and kissin'
I got what ya missin', put you in the position
Now you hollerin' and screamin', talkin' bout how I did ya
Come on baby
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You're my everything)
and Ooh! (I'm so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can't be without you)
[Mary J. Blige]
What you do to me (What you do to me)
Is just a mystery (Heyy Heyyy)
Its hard to believe, that you are here with me
Makin' all my dreams (Makin' all my dreams)
Have seen reality (Seen reality)
All my life I've tried
To find what's best for me
[Chorus 2x]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You're my everything)
and Ooh! (I'm so glad I found you)
[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I fucked yo girl
Lil mama so fly... I fucked yo girl
Man tha pussy was good... I fucked yo girl
Man I ain't gone lie... I fucked yo girl
We was all ova tha bed... I fucked yo girl
Man she even gave me head... I fucked yo girl
From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo bitch b mineeee
[50 Cent:]
She see me by tha bar
She watch me blow stacks
Her man ain't a hustler
Man he can't do that
He got a 9 to 5
Used to pump packs
Got knocked once
And he neva came back
I had her in my bentley
I had her in tha lac
We do it like tha dogs do
Rite in the back
I give that ass a smack
N she like it like that
Get deeper n deeper in tha kitty cat
[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I fucked yo girl
Lil mama so fly... I fucked yo girl
Man tha pussy was good... I fucked yo girl
Man I ain't gone lie... I fucked yo girl
We was all ova tha bed... I fucked yo girl
Man she even gave me head... I fucked yo girl
From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo bitch b mineeee
[Tony Yayo:]
She ova hea with me
He tryna call her ova there
She like; fuck THAT NIGGA...
She drop it down to tha flo'
I'm like Shawty u Can go
She like; fuck THAT NIGGA...
Shawty With me Cherry M3
Ps up in tha Red shwaty gimme head...
Ahhha... ahhhahhhahhhh
[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I fucked yo girl
Lil mama so fly... I fucked yo girl
Man tha pussy was good... I fucked yo girl
Man I ain't gone lie... I fucked yo girl
We was all ova tha bed... I fucked yo girl
Man she even gave me head... I fucked yo girl
From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo bitch b mineeee
[Lloyd Banks:]
If u hearin I fucked yo girl I prolly did
Had her butt naked making breakfast in tha crib
If u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u woodnt wan her no more
Left cum in her jaw... unh
1 nutt 2 nutt 3 nutts 4
5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more
Have it how u want I rather have it hardcore
Ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor
[Young Buck:]
Nigga that's my bitch
I don't wanna hear shit
She like; fuck THAT NIGGA...
U can't do it like this
Nigga you are not rich
Tell her; fuck THAT NIGGA...
Dope Boy with my top droped
Got ya baby mama hot
Beggin me to stop but I'm a rock star
Look wat I got for her sum dirty south nutts
In her dirty south mouth she a dirty south slut... WAT? !?
[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I fucked yo girl
Lil mama so fly... I fucked yo girl
Man tha pussy was good... I fucked yo girl
Man I ain't gone lie... I fucked yo girl
We was all ova tha bed... I fucked yo girl
Man she even gave me head... I fucked yo girl
[Intro - Tony Yayo talking] *echo*
YEAH!, your rockin' wit the talk of New York
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent
G-UNIT, and here we go!
(*Saadiq sings "you should be here," and other parts of the song
in the background throughout the intro and most of the song*)
[50 Cent - Singing] - (Raphael Saadiq)
You should be here wit me bitch
You should come and make me rich
Girl you know you need a pimp
Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy)
You should be here wit me bitch (ew, ew, girl)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
Bitch, (you should be here)
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
Bright and early in the mornin' come up short with my money
And for sure I'll kick your ass bitch [what you say]
(You should be here) You fuckin' with them other niggas
But you know you love the niggas, switch to a pimp bitch [BITCH]
(You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes
You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm "throwin them bows"
(You should be here) Right here next to me,
Girl I know you tired of fuckin' for free [WOO, Sing along]
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
(You should be here)
You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call
(You should be here)
You should be down on your knees, tryin' to break me off [uh huh, uh huh]
(You should be here)
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
(Well I wish you were here)
You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here)
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] {50 Cent}
Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer
I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho [Lloyd Banks]
(You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner
Niggas know, what, you wanna percentage, no {Hell no}
(You should be here) Walkin' the track, rain, hail, sleet, snow
Anythin' to speed up the process of the cash flow {gotta get that money man}
(You should be here) Catchin' a date, and breakin'll keep me straight
Even if you gotta take it in the ass hole {you take it in the ass}
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
(You should be here) You should be that bitch that come [uh huh]
Everytime I call [I told ya'll motherfuckers]
(You should be here) You should be down on your knees
Tryin' to break me off (you should be here)
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
[Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga]
You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
Uh, yeah, (you should be here)
Look, I don't really need you, I get my dough, bitch
I got some Coupe's, I got some jeeps, I got some mo' shit
(You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos [uh huh]
I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels
(You should be here) I'm internationally known, man everybody know me
Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie
(You should be here), but you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C [C]
Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP [yeah]
[Chorus 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing]
(You should be), you should be here with me babe
You should be here with me babe
(You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
(You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
(Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
You should be here
[Outro - Tony Yayo - talking]
I told ya'll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin' over this shit man (*echo*)
(You should be here) We run the hood (*echo*)
And we run these motherfuckin' offices (*echo*)
Ya'll be wiling (*echo*)
(you should be here) If ya'll hear (*echo*), the fuckin' (*echo*)
Chase these crackers that's cuttin' us right now
(You should be here) Man you still local
I'm out the hood man (*echo), C'mon
[Chorus 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing]
You should be), you should be here with me babe
You should be here with me babe
(You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
(You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
(Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Everywhere I'm at everywhere I go, I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when I'm tryin to be on the low, I'm recognized by hoes
Man, its gotta be cause of the dough, its got to be cause of the dough
Cause the game sure wasn't like this before, it wasn't like this before
[Verse One]
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should see how they react when I come through the door
In the club my niggaz, we fittin to ball out
Drink till we fall out
Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out
Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out
I'll have your punk ass on the dance floor tryin to crawl out
I had bad luck, then my luck changed up
You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up
You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'm makin a killin
These other rap niggaz just catching feelings
(Chorus)
Haha, yeah
Yeah that's it nigga, what the fuck you thought
I ain't giving niggaz more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle
The fuck you want for free man
Ya'll niggaz be wanting a lot for free man
Fuck them other niggaz, other niggaz can't rap
That's why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing man
You know what I mean
Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night
Haha, the fuck man
Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork
We work hard nigga
Niggahs know me man, I'm not that niggah man, you come to me with your hand out I'm a spit in your fuckin hand, cause niggahs ain't given me nothin...
I Go Hard!
I'm high and I'm smokin
I'm ridin and I'm loc'in
I get the coke I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open shawty she open cause a niggah holdin
Stick your hand out I cut it off, Banks stole my last years income
I'm a boss, made up for what I lost,
Cross my heart I never lie oh god don't let me die,
Fuck security guards look what they did to T.I.
I'm harder than broads niggah cause if I wasn't fly,
She would let a niggah wet me up and hang me out to dry,
Throw your money in the sky I'm the one to pick up
Call me 50's cash child or call me Young B!
I ain't a politition I'm a walking ambition,
If it don't make sense I won't listen, I won't stiffin,
Shit if I could freeze it woulda bin happen,
I'm icy as a prince, no thin black one,
I'm packin, then I'm gone with the wind backin
Cause New York City streets got my rims crackin,
Fame got all my lost kin askin,
I got a colour coded winnin passion twin benz matchin
I'm high and I'm smokin
I'm ridin and I'm loc'in
I get the coke I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open shawty she open cause a niggah holdin
I'm a shine like Shak on the Pheonix Suns,
I'm a seven star niggah with my feet in the slums,
I leave the coupe spotless got a box for the glockas
Ya'll niggahs ain't gangsta ya'll internet blockas,
I make a movie outta niggahs tryina Youtube me,
Russell Crowe can U-Turn niggah and let off three
I'm a G, Southside anybody get it,
Niggah fuck some aunt hardys by a fifth with a clip in it,
I got a Mac, A Nine, An Eighth in the safe,
I got the Ex a Lex and a camera by the place,
Got a fetish for my chest and a drop for my bitch
I got lawyers I'll kill ya and theyll call it self-defence,
I got connects with tecs I have a trunk full of bricks
Hit it soft hit it hard hit the strip watch it flip,
Got a fucked up attitude, I don't care
Rock hangin from my ear like a chandalier!
I'm high and I'm smokin
I'm ridin and I'm loc'in
I get the coke I'm the dopeman
(chorus)
When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl
your after me cheddar
And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl
I'm after my cheddar
(50 cent)
I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that
Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match
I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes
When I just wanna chill you wanna go out
See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out
You say I'm wrong when I dog yo ass like I should
now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good
(chorus)
(Lloyd Banks)
when you think about me grinding my fans
You even got more watch on but it's to much time on your hands
They say behind every good man is a woman
So tash pull up stash the cannon linen
I'll never be your chofuer to the mall
You'll learn to appreciate cd's and posters on the wall
fatal attractions is mad real
Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil's
(chorus)
(Tony Yayo)
They say money make the world go round
Material things make a hoe go down
I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG
Bitch I'm rich but I don't trick on GP
That's 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts
Bitch play the strip and put in work
Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract
Now I got to double up in case the condom snap
(50 cent)
Look don't ask me for shit man
I aint got nothing for you man what?
Bitch what the fuck you mean I can't sing bitch
Bitch I'm Luther Vandross in the shower
[50 Cent]
You can hum all you want to
Cum all you want to
But I ain't gon' want you
If nobody wants you
You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
BITCH that's a bullet wound I ain't MASE!
50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin' tonight
I got some dro, got some henny
We can go and get right
I ain't never been arrested for nothing domestic
But I ain't gon' lie I'll punch a bitch in the eye
Look, don't play games with me baby
The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy
Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP!
I don't wanna make love
I just wanna fuck
I'm only in town tonight
If you give me some head
Tony, give you some head
A'ight
Cause I ain't giving you no head, bitch
Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit
My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though
Nada Mean
That's why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha
Alright now, Sha let's get to some hard shit!
[Beat Changes]
[50 Cent]
If I make it to heaven
I'll probably be in the bitch lonely
Walk around saying, 'Everybody in hell know me'
You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies
You probably thinking how he get there
That nigga my coatie
The weather in hell is kinda hot
You know like the block
I heard it really burns
Homie, you know like a shot
That's alright for me shit
Cause Im in the drop
Drive around heavy
Tryna find BIG and PAC
Niggaz think when they die
All they problems stop
You die in jail, and wake up in hell
Still on lock
Imagine if you stole something and you got shot
Wake up holdin' your head, still shot
Niggaz don' died of AIDS
You know the dirty dick
Wake up in hell horny
Fidna fuck the same bitch
DAMN
Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH
The only nigga hotter than me
Dead already nigga
I know what you thinkin
You thinkin that's it
Yeah nigga let's just keep it short and sweet
[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
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I ain't even gotta tell them who it is, I be like wussup its the Kid, they know its me man. Fuckin kiddin me I run New York.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man
You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man
You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
They say ima trouble maker, ima waste of shit right
Keep my strap on me niggas front ima get right
I dont care if its broad day, or its night
Im out on bail money and my lawer fees i be alright
I aint no pussy I aint no punk niggas know bout me
And know my flows, know the clothes, and know the hoes I see
I move around its hard as hell tryin to be low key
'cause every gangsta in the hood fuckin listen to me
And if I say im in my Bentley you could picture me rollen
But if I said that shit last year you could picture it stolen
My dirty ass clean now, Im fresh out the hood
If you mad 'cause i aint hookin your ass up den good
Niggas aint neva did a thing for me, now they wanna hang with me
Next thing you know they got they hands out, wantin from me
I dont play no games homie, I keep that thang on me
I lay a bitch nigga down
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man
You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man
You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
This is Benzes, BM's and Bentley's, back to back, when we come through
Palmer's, Rangers, Denali's, Escalades you know how we do, G-UNIT!
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
You fuckin right a nigga still in the hood call me
they say that the feds want me
but they gotta come and get me, we aim for the head homie
pistol grip pumps with the rubber grips pop till it stop
then slide in another clip burnin down the block
you dont know who you fuckin with until you get shot
see buck is on some other shit
I keep a desert eagle in my reagle just for a bitch
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man
You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man
You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
Now tell these niggas to make room, clear the path
Whoever stand in my way they doomed, I might do a year and a half
For stabbin a bitch, when I'd rather be in my lab stabbin a bitch
Licken her out then im kickin her out
I gots the best work on the block, this is just a sample im givin out
Once they get a taste they gon be waitin out
Forget about these other new rappers they can move past us
Get down and dirty like used ratches, and my crew flashes
You gon be fucked up, tough luck you bustas better hush up
848 thugs what, 50 told me the games ova homie its rays time
You ready here it come, when I appear they run
And you dont hear from the niggas till the coast is clear
The east coast is where I rest
But I be out west, getting love from them sets, them Mexicans and Samoans
So I dont need to check your resume, doggy im knowin
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man
You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man
You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
Beam on the mac, will put wings on ya back
How ya ass gonn' walk when ya leg detached
Yo the game changed, lil niggas run the streets yo
The black panther nigga down like dee-bo
My curfew at 9, im low for my P.O
We pop up at 12 just to search the condo
G-unit is the gang man, niggas go hard
So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard
[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]
I only been in the game for a year it aint changed
but im hot, inside ya brains in the rear of the range
I be valid till im guilty, yea they call me slitherin
Them cowards should of killed me, im powerful and filthy
So niggas say sorry, before I let them Goons loose
And send ya ass home wit the rims like prune juice
Im New York's prince, Bent like tints
Signed wit 50, i been in da benz brand since
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man
You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man
You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
We over here... with some fat chicks
[50]
Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches
That's Yayo
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain't never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
[50]
Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat
That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat
Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat
In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master
But you got it on level 2, bitch go a little faster
Look girl I ain't gon lie, I'll tell you how I feel
They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill
You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot
And your big ass fin to pop all up out the halter top
Find the right chick, wearing some tight shit, and it's on
See your ass wearing some tight shit, we like "She wrong"
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain't never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)
[50}
Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but you's a big bitch man
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
That Burger King dun got your ass fat fat
McDonald's dun got your ass fat fat
That Dominos dun got your ass fat fat
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
[Lloyd Banks]
I like 'em slim in the waste, curves in the right place
A bitch wit hips, lips, and a nice face
Your appetite'll put a dent up in a nigga salary
You need to stop burnin that weed, and burn a calorie
Your attitude is like you always have gear
You got a pony tail, you ain't always have hair
I just wanna see your Capri's comin' down
Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain't never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes
[50]
I'll say something nice about ya eyes, cause you's a big bitch man
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
Them Entenmann's dun got your ass fat fat
Them Little Debbie's dun got your ass fat fat
These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
[Tony Yayo]
I ain't no trick, I ain't have to borrow with my wallet
Freakin' off in your car, on your closet
It ain't nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl
If you can cook your ass off, I'll give you the world
You can be skinny or fat, white or black
Nigga pussy is pussy so, yeah, I'll hit that
I'm a freak, sure I love minage a trois
And I really care lees if you twice my size
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world ' It's a nasty world
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl
I ain't never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes
[50]
I'm a compliment your eyes
Yayo'll fuck wit you big bitches but I'm a stay the fuck away from ya
Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat
That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat
Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat
Stay the fuck away from, you fuckin fat bitch
(*50 cent speaking)
iam in the hood man/iam in the hood all the time man son i come
back from all the talk i come through see i switch through
ive got mad cars and shit like dat but niggas niggas look at that suburban like that black fif like their son niggas know thats
bomb bulletproof eight proof you shoot a car like ping ping
easy man niggas better be easy man come around me man actin like
i anit a bout that
(chours)
i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that
put a hole in a nigga yaha iama bout that
paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that
that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that
front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack
(tony yayo)
ayi yo four door porch commin out in 209 thanks to curits jackson
ive already got mine i shine yay's still livin the crime route
dilver my dimes out when tnt call it time out i blow four charges
my fiends going to the rehab like winehouse you know i got my
shine's out love they way the wezzey look rob cop dezzey hype
your runnin like dessie bush money green anit got these in the us
600 euros i cop these in prais back from japan looks from the d van
jump in the booth turn into e man go to the strip go to the d man
find some hoes in the club turn to the e man smoke more weed than
the damman weed man more durgs more guns im d man
(chours)
i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that
put a hole in a nigga yaha iama bout that
paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that
that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that
front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack
(LLoyd banks)
oh hey iam the nigga on yack liquor stack flipper caidlac whipper
automatic gripper 500 hundred dolla slippa so i smoke like boundy
so iam commin by the zipper (uh oh)nigga i climb like up the parkin
lot party stop 30 deep bent knees lambo feriiae niggas act like
they family till sombody got shot bodys drop niggas tell skip
town like they livin in a cell see me out inna bout the chrome
is wit me fore i give up my chain iam rollin kindey iam so cripsy
out in sydney stampeed the rececption they give me iam seven sixity
you try to play me the blood will flow faster than the ojz
my name is banks you never seen a ledgened on whells no tha
accura the man wit the wheels
(chours)
i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that
put a hole in a nigga yaha iama bout that
paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that
that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that
front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack
50 cent
i said iam bout it bout it im bout it bout it i push the coupey you
see in books i crowd around it hos drop like like a yellow yacht
sun gleemin glock right here cock it in vison the fans shit
big whips wit big wheels bad bitches on big hills and those
ingoation big deals im careful wit pussy cuse pussy kills
what your life like my is like a rollercoster life around the toster
poppin off brouchers bullshit i break let of a full clip its
the no'r when they see em dawg i dont give a fuck if iam right
and if iam wrong we hit em and we gone its long early in the mourn
you be up wit the birds word is born give a adress we can write
we rest put a hole in his chest niggas do the best
(chours)
i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that
put a hole in a nigga yaha iama bout that
paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that
that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that
front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack
whoooo kidddddddddd dammn parcah gunit radio gunit staturdays
go cop t.o.s n blood in the sand game n you know what go cop
50 x 50 book too man know what iam bout that ha dj whoo kid
Funk Flex
Yeah, G-Unit
You understand whats about to happen?
huh .. huh? (do you understand?)
Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before
Fuck being in a cage, man that shits for the birds
I do my dirt in the hood, but I live in the burbs
When you talk be careful how you choose your words
Cause I send niggas to put ya fuckin brains on the curb
Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am
Nigga you know they gettin low you see that gun in my hand
G-Unit - don't go fuckin with my soldiers, boy
Get laid out, im'a say I told you boy
See you rollin with 20 niggas, we rolling with 20 guns
16 hollows is loaded in every one
I know you slow, so
I do the math thats 320 shells flyin at your ass (ha)
You spend a lot of time talkin about how you ball out
When u get hit you gonna run and bleed till u fall down
I guess you didnt think we was down to go all out
One second, you was wrong
You ain't on the shit we on
My money getting long
Now my team getting strong
I'm gone
Gone
Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before
Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before
... 50 cent
And I'm back to act up so strap up
Funk Flex
Kingpin style
Ya heard me
C'mon, c'mon
Make me cut something
Make me bust something
C'mon, c'mon
I want you to
(Tony Yayo)
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
(HOOK: 50 Cent)
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to 'em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices
Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that
This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat
(50 Cent)
My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop"
Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot"
Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?
Show 'em the clip
Show 'em the beam
Show 'em how Daddy lean
In the convertible Jag
22 inch mags
For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag
I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang
G-UNIT
Shit, I done started my own gang
I don't go that funny dance
I don't throw gang signs
But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
Think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good
Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man
Cause Lethal ain't never seen Blaco comin'
But if he did . you think he woulda started runnin?
And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs
And leave you flat your back
BRRAT
Take that
(HOOK)
(Tony Yayo)
I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
Its hard to live, but its easy to die
So I'm going through life lookin death in the eye
These rappers ain't gun slingers
They R&B; singers
G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas
Minimum wage ain't gonna pay the rent
Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print
And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure
I'm still on the strip with the fifth and my ever
Its T-O-N-Y
Stay with a semi
Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry
You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder
My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger
When the D's come around, I'ma swallow my crack
Shit the work out later, and hit 'em with that
If it's a direct sale
I'ma change the bill
Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille
Look nigga we icey thugs
We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves
(HOOK)
(Tony Yayo)
Just havin fun with this rap shit, man
It never stops
My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street?
And y'all ain't even hear the new shit
Just keep goin' and goin' and goin'
Motherfuckin' Duracell Battery
It never stops
Word up
G-Unit
[Skip]
Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all
You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal
[Chorus] - 2X
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine
A little bit of ecstacy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit a everything
[Young Buck]
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles
Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser
And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and still on the run
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skills, I get your some more
My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, play us awful hard
[50 Cent]
My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme
745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck
Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck
With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya
Looking For Something
chorus:
Once upon a time he was looking for something he didn't found,
Once upon a time he was looking for love he didn't found.
verse 1:
I can't explain boy, I really really like you but, I must say, that you just gotta cruz tha line. B, B, Because, I'mmm just not good enough for you, I wish I could explain but I can't, I just can't....
oh babe, you were looking for something you didn't found, ooh yeah, once upon a time you were looking for love you didn't found.
verse 2:
So bwoy, that's why I just not what you are looking for (looking fooor) Why Not?! Well, like I said, I just cannot explain. you gotta found out yaself. So keep looking, looking for something you didn't found right here, keep looking for love you didn't found.
verse 3:
So are lil'story stays with bye bye baby, there's no turning back, I must not say I love you, I just can't handle that no more.... Someday you'll found that one, that special one, the one who's perfect, and not like me, B'cause a cute bwoy like you needs the best girl in tha whole world. I hope you keep looking, looking for something you didn't found with me, I hope you are looking for love you didn't found....
[Chorus]
We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
Long as I can spend the whole night with you
Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle)
Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle)
Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut shorty (got me a bottle)
Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle)
E&J; sippin' (got me a bottle)
Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle)
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi
Wit' a model at a party
I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly
See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad
Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag
Your performance will determine the price
See if you fuckin' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice
And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you
But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
That ain't got a care in the world
I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl
Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin'
New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern
What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin'
Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin'
I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man
If I smack you in your face you get funny man
Ha ha
Lil Kim Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
50 Cent Verse + Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
Tonights the night shawty, you'll never forget this
I dim the lights, I get it right I'm like a pimp
Sit right down on the bed, I'll make the clothes disappear quick
I see through her shield, her pearl look pretty clear kid
I'm turned on, I really want to hit
Kiss her neck and nibble, until I way down by her waist kid
Man she's a freak, I'm a freak, I be freakin' off
When she come in with her friends, I'm like take it off
I got a fetish for the cheddar, yeah I'm rich bitch
That don't mean I'm running round buying chicks shit
You see the chrome out, been shining on my new 6
My pinky ring, my neck and my ears and my wrist lick
I like the ice, I'm pretty nice on the dice trips
Twice in row, you know, I got to get the dough
My confidence is high, I know I can hit a lik
My G's pretty good, I know I can get the bitch
Lil Kim Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
50 Cent Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
Lil Kim Verse + Hook
I'll be your wife, I'll be your girl, I'll be your mistress
But if you ain't spending that dough, you gettin' dismissed
That means you got to keep me laced like a seamstress
You can't expect nothing less from the Queen, Bitch!
My doggy style make you want to jump on that
Just like a dog on the chase for the kitty-cat
Now he's a freak, I'm a freak, I be freakin' off
He pour the honey on me, then he eat it off
I take his breathe away, Kim leave him speechless
I'm so wet, I have a nigga feelin' sea sick
He in the streets all day, but it's alright
Cause he be back tonight, and then the next night
And then the next night, because the sex tight
I'll be his Advil, I got to keep his head right
He outta town and he feening for me every night
He so addicted, sending for me on the next flight
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
50 Cent Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
Lil Kim Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
50 Cent Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
Hands Up
G-Unit
Composição: Indisponível
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Haha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they don't see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
[50 Cent]
Ga ga G-Unit! (body) haha, yo, yo
I need no introduction, everybody (body)
Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit
I'm not Hi-Tek and I'm not Kweli (Kweli) - you see me in the club
You better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I'm somebody (body)
Cause I get on that jet, in 5 minutes flat
Niggaz'll come back, shoot up your party (party)
If I don't have fun, nobody havin' none
I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty (shorty)
Shout out to my nigga Juvie, Wacko's here
Buck, my niggaz from New Orleans, wodie (wodie)
If we on the same page, when you see me on stage
You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me (plaud me)
You know how I get, I'm still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga
[Tony Yayo]
I run around with the trey (body) pound like its a sport
And call my name in the bench, while I sit in court
I got a million dollar smile (body), and a fist full of pesos
And the wrist so icey, it could light up a stage show
In the club (body), nigga I stay holdin'
Cause I'm on point for them wolves, and sheep clothin'
I play the bar (body), with a double shot of Henny
Cause after this spot, its cheaters, and envy
(Shorty if you feel a nigga, call me) (body)
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, Banks, yeah
Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck
Clowny time ain't gonna put me in a bigger truck
Fuck kids, it (body) ain't my turn to be stressed
A bitch worse nightmare is a paternity test
I'm too young to be faithful (body)
If money means love, I hate you
I only trick on the first of April
Holla at me, if you thugged (body) out shorty ready to fight you
Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the snub out for me
And if your not don't even (body) call me
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, B
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] C, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett] Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It's elementary
[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
[50 Cent][Hook]
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying,
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It's elementary
[Lloyd Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks' in the house
[Lloyd Banks]
Now get the fuck on the floor
I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gon' open
You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I ain't paying for pleasure
Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
50 got me getting ass like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid
[Hook]
[50 Cent]
The cat in the house go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
The bird in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
{*gunshots*}
50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick
Feel this... (non stop) ... {*gunshots*}
Motion picture shit hahahaha
[50 Cent]
Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular
I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha
Catch ya slippin' i'ma give you what I got for ya
My clip loaded wit' 16 shots for ya
Never had a hot gun on your waist and blarin' to shoot
Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you?
Homie you ain't been through what I been through
You not like me and i'm not like you
I'm like a animal wit' it when I spit it it's crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in niggaz tryina play me
One shot is not enough you need least a uzi to move me
After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin' woozy
I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me
I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you you heard of me I murder you
Spit shells through your convertible
Lowest you notice?
Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is raw
You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back
50 Cent... I know you like that
Yeah I know you like that
Green Lantern... Shady Records...
Anger Management Tour... homie...
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me)
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus]
50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh
As we proceed, uh
[50 Cent] (Tony Yayo)
You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up)
You didn't like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh)
You didn't like the little things I do
Just tryin to be close to you (c'mon, c'mon)
Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up
My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up
In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga"
With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga)
When you disrespect me is where I draw the line
You seen my artwork but you ain't seen me draw the nine
Come through the hood, you'll get shot homey just cause I say so
I'm the hottest shit on this street, I don't do J Lo (here we go)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Hope]
(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?]
(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Oh now I'm houndin you]
(Call me) Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin]
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Man you call me]
(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Yeah whatever]
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking behind chorus]
Uh huh, yeah
[Hope] (Tony Yayo)
I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up)
No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh)
No pies, no cake, couldn't get a crum nigga (crum nigga)
Fuck too fast, to quick to cum nigga
Now you wanna talk like you big shit
Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick
You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin?
Cause when you's fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c'mon)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Tony Yayo]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [I just wanna fuck]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of chorus]
Yeah, um, YAYO!
[Tony Yayo]
Don't call me bitch, don't be naggin me
Cause the police thinkin 'bout baggin me (baggin me)
You wanna call me on my cell, but don't got money for bail
And you the main reason that I'm stuck in the jail
You showed 'em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed 'em where the stash at (uh huh)
Got a order of protection, no I'm doin five flat
In my heart I thought you was the one
"Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tweet]
Call me
[Chorus]
I-I'll be the shooter
I-I'll be the shooter
I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I-I'll use the Sig, the pump, or the German Luger [2x]
[50 Cent]
I-I'll be the shooter
I'll bang out
I-I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when im atchu wid that thang out
Cause all kinda commotion when a nigga get blast on
The spot he get his cash on
Let off with no mask on
Pussy ya heart pumpin but ya brain gone
Leave somethin sweet
I'll snatch the heat and get the flame goin'
I stuff two different calibur shells in my revolver
.38 and .32 long ones, you gotta problem
Start me, I'll never stop
I'm layin atcha momma spot
Squeeze till the llama hot
I'll have ya ass in drama op
I cause havoc if you come in my vacinity
Muthafuck the police
Officer Rick the enemy
[Chrous]
I-I'll be the shooter
I-I'll be the shooter
I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I-I'll use the Sig, the pump, or the German Luger [2x]
[LLoyd Banks]
Its been deeper than rap
I eat shit, go to sleep with my gat
Its us three against the industry
Lets keep it like that
Click-clack, getcha goons
Fuck all the talkin
Niggas yappin bout who dress the best
Get em Gucci coffins
When we tombstone, bullets hurt
40s break a few bones
Come around, ya food
And my shawtys takin jewels home
Follow em then hallow em
Take two these and gaggle em
You ride wid em you die wid em
Chances of survival thin
The sharks is out you divin in?
Dare you niggas try to swim
Theres no odds, I gotta win
And wobble em with the whop-whop
Shady backgrounds, you prolly with the cops
You aint street, you needa stop
I breathe the hood, I be the block
[Chrous]
I-I'll be the shooter
I-I'll be the shooter
I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I-I'll use the Sig, the pump, or the German Luger [2x]
[Tony Yayo]
Niggas wanna kill me
I'm gettin money for God sakes
That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Cornflakes
Kick in the door man, spray the 44 man
That mortitian morg man
Fill you with straws man
Black President, I voted for Obama
I voted in the hood so I voted with my llama
Everyday is drama
Everyday is karma
He got shot last week
So lets press his baby momma
This is home of the bolders
Adolesence wil'in
Shawty got killed for bear sneakers on the island
Maybach music, ya niggas want trouble?
I run up on that CO snap his ass on the double
[Chrous]
I-I'll be the shooter
I-I'll be the shooter
I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
its the unit
you know how we do it
i put the seat back home we rollin
i let the system thump home we coastin
i have the dray pound with me cocked
run upon a nigga shot in the street like a dog
nigga's say they know me i dont know them they say we came up together i dont owe them a mother fukin thing i make it hot run upon a nigga shot in the street like a dog
a nigga try to smoke me i gunna smoke him when i say im all in i mean im all in nigga u a blinks shell case's fall in u fukin wif the police boy u betta call in cus im a reload ma shit right back u no different day same shit wif the same strap me i gotta get i got get ma bread ur bitch a freak but she got to giv me head i got a reputation i stay wif the burner i caught her putin work in the D's call it murder ???????????? we only got one ???? one pistol one target one shot one kill
i put the seat back home we rollin
i let the system thump home we coastin
i have the dray pound with me cocked
run upon a nigga shot in the street like a dog
nigga's say they know me i dont know them they say we came up together i dont owe them a mother fukin thing i make it hot run upon a nigga shot in the street like a dog
im a gangsta boss gangsta goon got ma knife ma gun ma vest its on lay a nigga on his lawn fasartchi style got ma 44 im fasarchi now full of kilo's switch cars try to be low touch ????????? then get out of line why ur shootin them windows doors and parked cars 80,000 on ur head oh god ?????? so hard i can charge it on gold card the black card imma be in italy when they pop ur noodles nigga 7 star shit eatin lobsters its brutal
i put the seat back home we rollin
i let the system thump home we coastin
i have the dray pound with me cocked
run upon a nigga shot in the street like a dog
nigga's say they know me i dont know them they say we came up together i dont owe them a mother fukin thing i make it hot run upon a nigga shot in the street like a dog
hoppin out of somthin forign bumpin ??? me im not the one for sparrin me ill gun ur car in watch the game at the garden next to martin ????? bargin or sleep walkin towel tiltin champagne bottles open the chronic smokin evan the model's broken ma pockets ???? the game's sick im the potion ibuprofin and i flow like the ocean machines make movies you can be the poster ur over ill tell the media ur mediocker ill push ur big body u ridin in the mini benz i fuck like will i smoke like the indians
i put the seat back home we rollin
i let the system thump home we coastin
i have the dray pound with me cocked
run upon a n***a shot in the street like a dog
Intro
Its 50 man its easy when you f*** wit me man
you dont believe me you ask banks you ask yayo
the first thing they goin say is
Chorus
I got money and lots of jewls and fancy cars
the b****** f*** wit me cuz im a paper chaser
paid my dues and now i cruise wit movie stars
the b****** f*** wit me cuz im a paper chaser
50 Cent
Why must i be like dat
why must i chase a stack
i got to get mo money
i think big i think bread
matter of fact i think big bread kid
im on dat g5 50 f*** the jet blue s***
i get first class ass what you know about dis
back shots in back of maybachs the seat back kid
i got deep in dat kitty cat i did i did
wit the lionel richie playin
its easy like sunday mornin
you should hear the type of g a nigga
spit when im on it
im like more money got to give it to me baby
i need more money got to give it to me gurl gurl
Chorus
I got money and lots of jewls and fancy cars
the b****** f*** wit me cuz im a paper chaser
paid my dues and now i cruise wit movie stars
the b****** f*** wit me cuz im a paper chaser
Lloyd Banks
check me out uh
i smell like money baby
look how the cameras flick
my hit game is insane can you handle it
i left a mark from here to los angeles
my neck wrist glamerous my breakfast canabis
i aint dese washed up niggas im the new thang
they couldnt catch me
wit a knot in my shoe string
and while were on the subject
check out my shoe game there's four g's on em
i cross seas on em
im alergic to snitches i might sneeze on em
put cheese on em make everybody squeeze on em
the white sheets on em dirt and leaves on em
concrete on em you concreep on em
Chorus
I got money and lots of jewls and fancy cars
the b****** f*** wit me cuz im a paper chaser
paid my dues and now i cruise wit movie stars
the b****** f*** wit me cuz im a paper chaser
Tony Yayo
herme cologne herme soles herme hat herme coat
gucci glasses cartier belt
[Intro]
To the evil he shows no mercy, NO!
To the deceitful his blows are swift, YES!
But, to the pure in heart he is love, love brothers and sisters! He is our leader!
[50 Cent]
Money buys dignity nigga!
Poverty’s a crime!
Follow me!
If you gon' follow somebody, follow me…
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Im in the hood, niggas don’t see me, I be so low key
I’m where the dope at!
I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!
Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!
Listen niggas don’t come round me,
They done heard bout me
I’m where the dope at!
I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!
Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Shit is different now a nigga rich, I will get a nigga hit
You fuck with me, I get you killed, you think I won’t, I think I will
I blow a mil and get it back, yeah, nigger to beef with me you need a strap, yeah
Matter fact you gon’ need more than that, the shotty pop, the buck'll spray spray you
Your closest friend'll to you and tell you "get the fuck away"
You talk to me you watch your tone, nigga you cross the line and you’re on your own
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
Bullet bounce attire, pistol buyer, frequent fire
No surrender, no retire, imma ball out till I’m tired (getting stacks nigga!)
You like it buy it, if not then just keep it quiet
Half the niggas you admire probly wired (you rat nigga!)
Gasoline, fire barbeque at liar, buy a mansion just to chill and while they fly I’m getting higher
Rolly drive, rosay drinker, think of don, think of me, you think of bread, lead, 100K arm
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
I’m a king, emperor, these rap niggas irrelevant
The Audemar is blacker than the president
I catch money in the booth goddammit
Sort of like Clark Kent in the Daily Planet
Drop head, pop lead outta car
These niggas better run like Usuan Bolt
I drop a bag, you get showered by hollow steel
Your mama tied up, tortured with a power drill
[Chorus]
You called me last night
On the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you
'Cos I was all alone
You said it's snowing, it's snowing
God I hate this weather
Now I'd walk through blizzards
Just to get us back together
We met in the springtime
At a rock'n'roll show
It was in the Bowery
When it was time to go
We kissed on the subway
In the middle of the night
I held your hand, you held mine
It was the best night of my life
'Cos everyone's your friend
In New York City
And everything looks beautiful
When you're young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds
And there's just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is
You and me
Statue of Liberty, Staten Island ferry
(.?* .), Breakfast at Tiffany's
Central Park, Brooklyn Bridge
The Empire State where King Kong lives
Coney Island and Times Square
Rockefeller Centre
Wish I was there...
You wrote me a letter
Just the other day
Said springtime is coming soon
So why don't you come to stay
I packed my stuff, I'm on the bus
I can't believe it's true
I'm three days from New York City
And I'm three days from you
And everyone's my friend
In New York City
And everything looks beautiful
When you're young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds
And there's just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is
You and me...
You and me...
You and me...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion when a nigga get blast off
The spot we'll get his cash off that after no mask off
Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone
Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame throwin
I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver
Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem
Start me I'll never stop I'm layin at your mama's spot
Squeeze till the llama hot I'll have your ass in drama ack
I'll cause havoc you come in my vicinity
Mother fuck the police officer Rick the enemy!!!!!
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya (YEAH!)
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, it's been (Deeper than Rap), I eat, shit, go to sleep with my gat
It's us three against the industry, let's keep it like that
Click-CLACK, getcha goons, fuck all the talkin
Niggas yappin 'bout who dress the best, get 'em Gucci coffins
When we tombstone, bullets hurt, 40s' break a few bones
Come around, ya fool! And my shorty's takin jewels home
Follow 'em then hallow 'em, take two these and goggle 'em
You ride wid 'em, you die wid 'em, chances of survival thin
The sharks is out you divin in? Dare you niggas try to swim
There's no odds, I gotta win, wobble 'em with the WHOP-WHOP
Shaky backgrounds, you probably with the cops
You ain't street, you need to stop, I breathe the hood, I be the block
Heater
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter (Yeah!)
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger (Right!!)
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
(WE GON' RIDE ON ALL Y'ALL NIGGAS ONE BY ONE!!)
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]
Niggas wanna kill me, I'm gettin money for God sakes
That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Corn Flakes
Kick in the door man, big .44 man
Mortician morgue man, fill you with straws man
Black President, I voted for Obama
I voted in the hood, so I voted with my llama
Everyday is drama, everyday is karma
He got SHOT last week, so let's press his baby mama
That was home of the boldest, adolesence whylin
Shorty got killed, they burin sneakers on the island
(Maybach Music), y'all niggas want trouble?
I run up on that C.O. snap his ass in a bubble
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the rueger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german lueger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the rueger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german lueger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
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