50cent

50CENT
21 QUESTIONS
[50 Cent]
New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7 45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don''t wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It''s easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...
[50 Cent]
If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn''t smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like
some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I''d get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I''m asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain''t rap ''cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin'' me?
And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil'' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It''s easy to love me now (Woo!)
Girl...
[50 Cent]
Now would you leave me if you''re father found out I was thuggin''?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I''m loving?
Are you mad ''cause I''m asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? ''Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I''m staring at ya'' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn''t me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that''s all it takes for you to be gone?
And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it tak
e
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I''ll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I''ll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
50CENT
AFTER MY CHEDDA
(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
G UNIT!
50CENT
AS THE WORLD TURNS
(50 Cent)
uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
What(echo)
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to main tainn
Hustalin aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the grainn
Gon'' get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the Rangee
I''m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)
Coc ainee and Herio anee
50 Cent
Thats my namee
Nigga I bring the painn
You thought shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon'' change
Put a bullet in your brainn
Nigga at close range
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin funny mangg
I''m about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
Better understan what I''m sayin,
What I''m sayin, I aint playin
I''ll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
Crackers''ll put ya in chains
Box''ll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
That whole loose? is ill
You better crack the whip mang
(Chorus 50 Cent)
A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)
A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
(50 Cent)
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the grain
I''ll make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon'' blamee
When shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your namee
You got down wit a gangg
O thirty one blood
Ya''ll niggas do your thang
You got 2 felonies
Fuck it, go out wit a bangg
Ya''ll niggas wanna hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta talk
To take your bitch
One look was all it took
She seen the benz o
She seen them T.Vs
And them big ol'' chriz omes
A yo the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be your bottom hoe
Now your paper comin'' slow
She feel like she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball az
Politic wit the willies the real shot call az
(Bun B)
I got one life to live
Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Hate az tryin me
Hoes is a bidein me
Media ride me
King a the underground
So the streets is steady hide in me
Representin sure taste az
The yay keep takin pride in me
Streets
Deciple slide in me
Status reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards back
Tore em up, get em ready ta port
Put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill
Gorilla pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
It''s me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, and thats real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for treal (?)
I''m on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even
knoin
Got you strippin and even hoe in
You dont wanna let the pro in the door
This what we showin
A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)

(Repeat)
(50 Cent)
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?
Is your bitch your bitch all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everything''ll be fine
Bitch!
(50 Cent talking over beat)
Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here
Huh bitch?
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!
(Fades)
50CENT
BACK DOWN
Yea, G G G G G UNIT! (G UNIT!)
Ha ha...
Chorus: 50 Cent
It''s easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don''t BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don''t BACK DOWN
Any living thing that cannot co exist with the kid
Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I''ll fuckin erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his Knight to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can''t buy respect in the hood
Maybe I''m so disrespectfu cuz to me you''re a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...
[Chorus]
"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That''s Ja''s lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside, Tah died, that''s just how I get down
I''m back in the game shawty, to Rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I''m the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
It''s been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah''s crack child
Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good
I ain''t never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I''m back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I''m New York City''s own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
[Chorus]
I ain''t tellin anyone you pussy
I ain''t tellin anyone you gettin extored
It ain''t over.... (G UNIT)
I''ve been patently waitin to BLOWW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I''m back, you can''t sleep
I''m a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain''t goin no where, I done told you nigga
I''ma G Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G UNIT)
50CENT
BAD NEWS
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its 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 its bad news
[Lloyd Banks]
I get little (?) 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
Round here bitches walk round here at the horse''s 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 99 bananas
That''s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 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 cokes know
That''s why I''mma be around longer than the Oprah show
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 5th 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
Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks'' back at it again)
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 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please
3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
8th meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule don''t say shit cause Po Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th rule don''t put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading
[Chorus]
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
Licking my lips (?) like I''m ill, ill
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, & 147;Cent got money& 148;, and I got shot
You so much 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 seas scatter
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
you scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, no not the (?) on my check
I come through with my knife cause I''m a pain your neck (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its 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 its bad news
50CENT
BANKS VICTORY
[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 cuz 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 cuz my closet got more aisles than path
mark
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
fuckin dirtbag
50CENT
BANKS WORKOUT
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain''t as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit
Nigga ain''t nuttin change
You move I''ll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These niggaz don''t really want war (nah)
They just walk around frontin
Cause I walk around stuntin
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh huh)
Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO)
I''m smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh huh)
Not the type to go spark metal in
Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I''m done wit her
It''ll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN)
You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I''m hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh huh)
Remember I''m a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH HUH UH HUH)
I know you wanna pop me but (but)
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH)
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send Sparks at you and I don''t mean Emilio or Bubba
I''m aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas
A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G Unit''s whats up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
You gotta come a little harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA)
You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe)
And you mad cause you blowin on oregano
You niggaz''ll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don''t know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR)
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
I''m about to get this deal (uh huh) shorty know
Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka Seltzer pill
I ain''t loud around a snitch (nah)
I don''t crowd around a btich (nah)
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO)
niggaz can''t stand the fact that I''m real
I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best (UH HUH)
Bacardi at the chest(UH HUH)
I''m similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
My success got suckers salty (salty)
Blowin steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these fuckas off me
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain''t as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit
Nigga ain''t nuttin change
You move I''ll blow your brains
Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It''s 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him
Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
Whats up nigga?
What the fuck
I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga
Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit
Nigga we get it poppin nigga
Whats up nigga?
Anytime nigga I don''t give a fuck if it''s 4 in the afternoon nigga
Any where you see me nigga
Lets go
50CENT
BE A GENTLEMAN
[Chorus]
It''s best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that)
Or Jesus Christ can''t save you once you go gangsta, friend
[50 Cent]
Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin'' Sticky and Ja
I''ve movin'' on now, I got bigger fish to fry
Since ''How to Rob'' a lot of niggas been naming names
Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game
Still niggas acting like I don''t get down or something
Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something
You gonna talk about your chips till we run in your crib
And you gone ask dumb questions like "Can I Live?"
Look, If I shoot you, I''m famous
If you shoot me your brainless, you said it yourself
I''m slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you
Swift enough to snatch the mack and pop that at you
Take it personal see if I won''t send you to hell
I''ve done told Ton and Pok? they better have my bail
But if its over a mil don''t put the crib up dun
Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run
[Chorus] 2x
and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh, nigga take that)
(bo! bo! bo! bo! bo!...It''s gangsta)
[50 Cent]
Look I''m supposed to be cocky, I ain''t a po'' no mo''
I ain''t gotta steal from the corna'' store no mo''
Got my own crib, I ain''t sleepin'' on the flo'' no mo''
Bouncers don''t try to play me at the do'' no mo''
But when they see me they say search him
"He might have the nine
He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne"
It''s been a while since a new nigga came tight like this
Ya man, he aight, but he ain''t quite like this
Niggas is feelin'' it
The Benz pullin up on the set (uh huh)
Me jumpin out 30 tho on my neck (uh huh uh huh)
And since you said it was nothin'' to sweat (what)
That you was outta line so here''s what you get
A verbal ass kickin''
Jesus Christ sent me to test ya
Let''s see how see how he act''s under pressure
Till Makaveli returns it''s ''All Eyez On Me''
Till the feds build up cases and find pie''s on me
[Chorus] 2x
and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh bwahh, bwahh nigga take that)
(bo! bo! bo!, It''s gangsta)
It''s gangsta, 2000 shit
(Echoing)
Ya''ll know what you need to do, get together,
make a We Are The World record, faggot ass niggas)
50CENT
BLOOD HOUND
[50 Cent]
G Unit, UTP
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
G Unit, UTP, G Unit, UTP
G Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get ''em bucked
[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that''s my name
Man I ain''t fuckin'' playin''
I move on you wit'' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo'' I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man I been doin'' dirt
For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
That''s when I start bringin'' them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin'' up out the whip
Dumpin'' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain''t see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin'' ''caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I''m sittin'' on some change, G Unit gots the game
Come through here stuntin'' you get popped at (popped at)
[Chorus] 2x
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you don''t hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you don''t hear me though
[Young Buck]
I came in this game knowin'' niggas gon'' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I''m a rida'' (rida'')
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin'' ya mayn
I swear ain''t nobody gon'' find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I''m tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can''t run cause I''m behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit'' a couple nine milli''s
You better stay in line bro'' (in line bro'')
Cause if I walk it I''ll talk it, you know we''ll walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire bro'' (gunfire bro'')
Right now we smackin'' ''em wit'' platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that''s what we keep that eye for (that ey
e for)
I represent it cause I''m in it, UTP until I''m finished
Juvenile, they can''t stop us (can''t stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I''ll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin'' choppa''
[Chorus] 2x
[50 Cent]
My twenty inches spinnin'', you always see me grinin''
And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit'' them bricks, and I ain''t pay ''em shit
I''m outta town, they can''t find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I''ma back ''em down
I run up bustin'' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain''t got a gun, and you can''t fuckin'' run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers''ll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we''ll come trippin'' through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain''t payin'' no fuckin'' debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you''se a middle man, but you don''t understand
You''se a fuckin'' fake ass connect'' mayn (connect'' mayn)
[Chorus] 2x
50CENT
BRING IT ALL TO ME
[Natina] (Shamari)
Yo, whoo this is hot, uh huh
See what I believe
(What ya believe Natina?)
Yeah, I believe that Bring It All To Me
Needs a remix, uh huh yeah (whoo!) like this
Kick it ''Mari, uh
[Shamari]
I''ve been trying to figure you out for the longest time (uh huh)
Everybody claims they don''t know you''re name (1 9 yeah)
You appear to be someone I''ve danced with before
And now I shall unmask to reveal your game (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I want you to come (come on)
1 & 150; [Brandi]
Your man fading in and out
And your man ain''t doin'' it right
All you gotta do is say
Baby bring it all to me
2 [Blaque]
And I want you to come
Dance with me, come and dance with me
Romance with me (my baby oh yeah)
Don''t be shy
It''s a natural high baby
And I want you to come
Dance with me, come and dance with me
Romance with me (my baby oh yeah)
Don''t be shy
It''s a natural high baby
And bring it all to me
[Shamari](Natina)
The shadows blocking my place move over right now (towards me)
Don''t give me away cause I still wanna know his name, please
(Yo, yo, yeah)
I don''t care how long it takes just to know him again (uh huh)
I just wanna dance the night away
And I want you to come (come on, dance)
3 & 150; [Brandi]
You can''t tell me that this joint ain''t hot
I know how to make your body rock
All you gotta do is say
Baby bring it all to me
Repeat 2
[Shamari](Natina)
Feel me as I am to you
I just wanna know your name
(Let''s make it hot, come on, come on, come on, let''s make it hot)
Why do I feel like a fool?
(Everybody in the club make it hot)
I might as well not complain
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, 50!)
[50 Cent](Natina)
Shorty if you really want it
Then you can get it the way you move
Making me wanna hit it, I admit
Got what you said stuck in my head
And I can''t forget it
Waking up hearing
(Don''t stop get it, get it)
Here go my number girl you can call me (bring!!!)
In the middle of the night if you want me
Listing the paper ain''t no wishing baby
I''mma let you ball with me
Just as long as you bring it all to me, come on
[Natina]
Yo, ay yo 1999 stole the spot
Blowin'' it up, making it hot
This is how it''s going down
[50 Cent] *first line runs with Natina''s last line*
This is how it''s going down
See us on the yacht or in the drop
Money we making a lot
I bet they wanna know what''s next
[Natina](50 Cent)
Yo what''s the deal?
Recording the track
50 and Blaque
(Baby you know about that)
Yo while we making y''all dance
Say baby bring it all to me, come on
Repeat 2
Repeat 2 w/ Natina ad libs
[Natina]
LA I want ya to dance with me
Atlanta I want ya to dance with me
New York I want ya to dance with me
World wide I want ya to dance with me
LA I want ya to dance with me
Atlanta I want ya to dance with me
New York I want ya to dance with me
World wide baby bring it all to me
Repeat 1 & 3
[Natina]
Uh huh, yeah
50CENT
CORNER BODEGA
[50 Cent]
Aight, check this shit out
Y''all niggaz gon'' stay in the car
I''m''a go right over here and see somethin
Gimme ten minutes, If I don''t come out, y''all come in
The money stays in the car ''til I say so...
Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man
This is what y''all niggaz is workin'' wit'' for 22 cents a gram?
Man, when I come up in here treat me like I''m fam
I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram
Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
I got a spot and I can''t afford to stop the flow
Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit'' ya Man?
Standin'' against the wall with a gun in his hand
I ain''t on no funny shit I''m on some get this money shit
Every four days in PA I move another brick
According to the DA I sold dope in VA
my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA
I''ll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me
Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy
(Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don''t remind me
If I catch another case I''ma kill Guiliani
It ain''t even safe to sell a pack at night
Got task ridin ''round the projects on Mountain Bikes
[Chorus repeat 2X]
NY ain''t the same, it''s OT playa
you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
hit the highway and take it to a town near you
And get that money man, get that money man
[50 singing]
Now, if you come to 1 3 4 and I''m not around
That means I copped and I went outta town
You motherfuckers know how I get down
About my money man, about my money man
50CENT
CRY ME A RIVER (REMIX)
(50 Cent)
She aint that chick from the burbs thats a stranger to drama
She that uptown girl wit the cocky personna
When out my way to let her know that I want her
I told her I know for sure we belong together
and I wouldnt break her heart my intentions are better
And I shared the same dreams she had about chedda
When the D''s came she was down to hold the BARETTA
I got a thing for baby girl
It''s me and her against the world
(Justin Timberlake)
You were my sun, you were my earth
but you didnt know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance, made other plans
But I betcha didnt think that they would come crashin down, no
You don''t have to say, What cha did
I already know, I found out from HIM
now theres just no chance
with you and me
there will never be
don''t it make you sad about it
you told me you love me
Why did you leave me all alone
now you tell me you need me
When you call me on the phone
Girl I refuse
you must have me confused with some other guy
the bridges were burned
now its your turn,To cry
Cry me a river
Cry me a river er er
cry me a river
cry me a river er er
YA YA
You know that they say somethings are better left Unsaid
It wasnt like you only talked to him
And you know it
(Dont act like you don''t know it)
all of these things people told me
keep messin with my head
shoulda been honesty
then you may not have thought it
with you and me
there will never be
done it make you sad about it
you told me you love me
Why did you leave me all alone (all alone)
now you tell me you need me
When you call me on the phone ( call me on the phone)
Girl I refuse
you must have me confused with some other guy (not like them baby)
the bridges were burned
now its your turn to cry
So
Cry me a river
cry me a river
YA YA
Oh
The damage is done
So i guess i be leavin
Oh
The damage is done
Oh
The damage is done
with you and me
there will never be
don''t it make you sad about it
So
Cry me a river
cry me a river
cry me a river
cry me a river...........
(50 Cent)
Your smile make my day it''s simple, your dimple
Your eyes, your lips, your thighs got me hypnotized
Communication is deep, I love it when we talk
Hate it when you leave but when you leave I love to watch you walk
You make a nigga forget about a life full of DRAMA
She got expensive taste she get it from her momma
Materialistic still a nigga wanna consistantly miss her
Touch what she don''t, she smell like CHANEL
She feelin me and I can tell
With the right woman by my side I feel like I can''t fail
I been around been up my attitude if fuck it now, she a rider
I''m in heaven when I am inside her
Workin up a sweat, kissin on her neck
Twirl play in the deck four bit correct
Have her drippin wet
She look in my eye and said she like but I know she love it
I just keep doin what I''m doin and think nothing of it
50CENT
DON''T PUSH ME
[50 Cent]
I need you to pray for me (and)
I need you to care for me (and)
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I''m heading, ''cause I know where I''ve been
Flows, bones, crushin'', it''s nothin''
I come up with somethin''
Come through your strip, frontin'', stuntin''
It''s something you want, 745 chrome spinnin''
Haters hate that I''m winnin''
Man I''ve been hot from the beginnin''
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
''Cause I can''t control my temper, I''m fittin'' to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I''m down to get it poppin''
Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot), you know I ain''t stoppin''
Till my clip is empty, I''m simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with
Hollow tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin'', still loci
n''
what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Right now I''m on the edge, so don''t push me
I aim straight for your head, so don''t push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don''t push me
I got somethin'' for your ass, keep thinkin'' I''m pussy
[Lloyd Banks]
I cross my bigger nigga, and I didn''t cry
To young to understand, the consequences of a man
Livin'' a lie, I gotta get that money
I''ll be damned if I''m bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas
''Cause they frontin'' 20 years, of watching my mama''s tears
Got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bomb, cause I need it
These niggas don''t want me ballin'', they want me buried
Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
Layin'' your bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
''Cause I''m a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels, gonna call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain''t lying, bounty killers got me flyin''
With my iron, high as a giant
I''m runnin'' from nothin'', my stomach is touchin''
What I''m clutchin'', to give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder, so I''m bolder
And it''s either soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier
[Chorus 2X]
[Eminem]
These are my ideas
This is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears
This is me, who''s got to be
What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy
Man these teenie boopers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
Frontin'' like it''s all fun and games, ''til they shot up bang
When you see your brains hang and you see we ain''t playin''
Ain''t sayin'' we ain''t layin'' down at night and ain''t prayin''
I bullied my way in this game, man I''m done playin''
Man I''m done sayin'' that I''m done playin''
I''m a start layin'' into these motherfuckering cocksuckers
There''s no way I''m back down, like a god damn coward
I can''t, how would I look as man, bowing to his knees
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at ''em, please
Oh, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You want to see Marshall? I''ll show you Marshall
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start, showing you fuckin'' old farts,
A whole other side, I wanted to not show you
So you know you''re not dealing with some fuckin'' marshmallow, little soft y
ellow
Punk pussy, who''s heart''s Jello, ''cause
[Chorus 2X]
50CENT
DOO WOP FREESTYLE
Aiyo, I know these niggas don''t like me
But I don''t like none of ya''ll niggas, you know what I''m sayin
50 cent, 9 9, motherfuckin doo wop
Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan'' take it
Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)
Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
You ain''t never heard a motherfucker spit like this
Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits
Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot
I''m the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I''m sayin this shit slow, so you don''t miss it
Don''t be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son I''m off the meter, my mind locked on crime
See I''m tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine
And I''m tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine
Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange
You sit your 5 dollar ass down, before I make change
Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad
Fresh out the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don''t tell
20 man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
Niggas know, I ain''t never pressed for dough
And niggas know, I don''t serve nobody I don''t know
Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man brought em to me, see he ain''t really know b
That it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
First I served him o.z.''s, then I served him whole keys
Now we all co de''s, damn man I O.D.
You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat
Po Po walking to beat, we burnin l''s up in the jeep
Ain''t nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
It''s over I can''t believe it, damn it''s over
Fed''s ceased the six, the Lex'' and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I''m never sober
380 6 shot glock top load up
Keep it in my waist son, I''ll put one in your face
I ain''t got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain''t been on the run long
But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon
50CENT
FAT BITCH
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]
now you know it''s a nasty world (know it''s a nasty world)
cause I know your a nasty girl You''s a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)
[50
Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but you''s a big bitch man
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
[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]
now you know it''s a nasty world (know it''s a nasty world)
cause I know your a nasty girl You''s a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
so let me compliment your eyes
[50]
I''ll say something nice about ya eyes, cause you''s a big bitch man
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
[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]
now you know it''s a nasty world '' It''s a nasty world
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
Fuck wit Tony Yayo, ho
50CENT
FUCK DAT BITCH
[Fifty talking]
If a bitch don''t like me
somethin''s wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch)
[Dave Hollister singing]
Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now?
[Fifty talking]
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know,
thats how this shit works, you know?
they supposed to love me now baby,
I''m hot now baby, I''m doin'' it now.
[Chorus (Dave Hollister singing)]
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I''ve been wantin'' to fuck wit'' you for quite a while
is the money makin'' you wanna fuck with me?
Whoa...if money''s gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright.
[Verse 1:]
Whattup Shorty, I ain''t seen you in many moons,
talk to me, how''s life been treatin'' you? good I hope, y
ou got a smile that only a fool would forget
and a figure that''ll leave a nigga droolin'' and shit
there I was, kickin'' my game
pickin'' her brain
buggin'' ''cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
she wasn''t feelin'' me, I pulled up, she wouldn''t talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
but on the sidewalk we ain''t play games
we exchanged numbers and names
I went back to the Range
I heard her Girlfriend whisperin'' "I know that nigga, he rich"
she think I got six whips ''cause me and my Man switch
anyway, her name is CeCe
she said she go to BMCC
push a ''98 328 with chrome BB''s
she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin'' to G me.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
It''s hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
type that''ll hold down the Tre pound for ya
they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave ''em the World
Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit?
oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you ''bout the dick?
nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit''?
platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin'' of it
know you wouldn''t fuck with me if I had no ends
probably wouldn''t fuck in the whip if it wasn''t a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I don''t care if these hoes love me or not
long as I rhyme hot I''m gettin'' head in my drop
it goes on and on and on and it don''t stop.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
One thing you can always count on is change
and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
would''ve felt broke if you couldn''t get your change
now it''s hard to find us or stay behind us
while we on the 900 double R Hondas
watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
all these hoes ain''t Madonna fans but all across the World
you can find a material Girl
I sip Dom ''till I earl
take ''em two at a time
quick I get in they mind
have ''em thinkin'' they mine
bust off then tell ''em "Bust a Uey, on mo'' time"
I''m like the reason ya''ll niggas can''t eat this year
got your bitch breakin'' her neck to peep this here
c''mon..uh huh...c''mon.
[Chorus 2x]
[Dave Hollister]
Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on...get the fuck on...
[Fifty]
Yo, Shorty..tell your friends ya''ll ain''t fuckin'' with us..aww
man...look...he ain''t mean that shit..
c''mon thats just records..niggas is playin''..
we wasn''t serious and shit..
50CENT
FUCK YOU
[Chorus: *Scratching*]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x
Styles "I don''t give a fuck" 3x
Styles "I don''t give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I''m even, even better than before"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I''m just, I''m just, I''m just the best&q
uot;
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I''m even, even better than before"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I''m just, I''m just, I''m just the best&q
uot;
[Verse]
Either I''m trippin'' off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin''
I''m havin'' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin''
Comin'' up, I was taught never back down
That''s why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain''t a shell left
Come with my gun smokin'', you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on ''em
There''s a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain''t nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who''s somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET''S GO
Chorus (Different Variations)
[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they''d get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic"
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain''t shootin out in the hood wit me
I''ve been shot 9 times my nigga that''s why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma''s prayers the only reason I''m here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That''s why you bitch like me, so I''m a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain''t come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo'' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine
Chorus [Different Variations]
[Verse]
Can''t find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain''t hot"
When I drop, I''m sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y''all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn''t always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D''s call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin'' like "Jesus Comin''"
There''s wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede"
Talk''ll get you shot in New York BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do Hard Time like Pistol P
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown''ll "Stan" me in the street
Ha ha
Chorus [Different Variations]
50CENT
FUNK FLEX
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
... 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
C''mon
50CENT
G UNIT SOLDIERS
[Tony Yayo]
Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
[50 Cent]
Yea...Niggas salute me
Uh huh
[Tony Yayo]
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
Yo
[Tony Yayo]
G Unitttt
[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Tony Yayo]
Whatcha say whatcha say?
[50 Cent]
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Lloyd Banks]
Yea...Yea...
I''m from the hood where the drop outs is bangin for the feelin
For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin
You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
I''m stuck in the past
Shit changed since the 80s (What)
I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
Out here its basketball and speedbags
And guns that''ll stiffin you up like freeze tag
[Tony Yayo]
You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re up (Yayo)
Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
While I''m ridin on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You''ll lose 5 liters of blood a thug''s a dead man (come on)
(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out
(Tony Yayo)
Home of the new right here
(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Lloyd Banks]
Nigga...Nigga
Niggas know I''m hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)
Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)
I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
Dont pop a wheelie (blaaadt)
I aint straight I''m livin where its hot and sandy
And the Benz''s complexion is cotton candy
I bounced up, thats the best part
You niggas don''t know what pain is
The only scar on ya body''s a stretch mark (stretch mark)
[Tony Yayo]
Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
Cause it''s liver than P 89s when we approachin (what else)
Listen homie
We got AKs and Remintons
For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians
Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball
So if you see me in the club I''m in the bathroom stall
Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick
(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Tony Yayo]
50 whatcha say??
(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
(Lloyd Banks talking over beat)
Yea...G Unit man..
We runnin the streets man
We takin this rap shit over man
This serious man its more then rap nigga
Mention this nigga 50 name nigga
I''m blowin niggas brains out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yea...it aint a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
G Unit klick
My nigga Proav L
Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
134 nigga
We got yall nigga
Yea...uh..uh
50CENT
GET OUT THE CLUB
It''s gangsta nigga
It''s too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It''s gangsta nigga
It''s too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha
(50 Cent)
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won''t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you''d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
We wanna parlay wit you
(50 Cent)
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names
Bitch why don''t you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain''t P. Diddy BITCH (woo)
I''m gone show em now
I''m gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it''s goin down
Them bitches think pussy precious
Them niggas they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest es
Look I don''t give a fuck nigga
Bitch I aint buyin no pussy
Nigga you''ll die if you push me
Nigga you know I''m holy
Bitch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it
I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I''m ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me
Get out the club bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My whole team gettin dough bitch
On the low bitch, friends''ll kick a nigga do'' down fo sho bitch
Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha
I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you
On that pre Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit
Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch
I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga
Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga
Shit hit the fan, we fuck around and murdered a nigga
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
Fuck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love
Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg"
I aint bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?"
Bitches know I be buggin when they don''t show me no lovin
I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin
When ever I''m around motherfuckas stop joke in
They know how I get down, I be motherfuckin Loc in
Shorty she like Bussa Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love
(Chorus)
2000 shit motherfucker you know how this shit goin down
This is my shit, from now on this is my shit
Nigga can''t eat, nigga can''t sleep, nigga can''t do shit
Unless I say he can nigga
Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I''ll leave wit 4 stiches
Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherfucka that roll wit you
You bitch ass nigga I''ma see you
Nigga is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa
Nigga is sweet like candy
I don''t care how much you pray
Nigga I don''t care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
I can get you now or later, later, playa
50CENT
GHETTO QU''RAN (FORGIVE ME)
[talking]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y''all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I''ve sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I''m a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider and they ain''t get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like
that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain''t believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX R
Had the four runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don''t be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L A N Y''s, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them niggas who shot ''em got ''em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave ''em more bricks
[Chorus]
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I''m on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto''s Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life''s a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I''m a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country curly head Prince and Tata
Po po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B Bo and killers like Patty Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I''m fantasizin, but son I''m dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn''t catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
[Chorus]
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain''t been in the game all their life so don''t know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain''t rich by twenty six, I''ll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze''ll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I''m forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don''t kill you the Mac will
[Chorus]
50CENT
GREEN LANTERN
*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...
Yeah *gunshots*
50CENT
GUN RUNNERS
(Phone ringing)
(Fifty)
Aww man...who the fuck is callin''?..
I don''t even wanna answer this shit...Hello?
(Man on phone)
Whattup nigga it''s Black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, I got your number from Heather
she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got
and if I like it I''ll cop
(Fifty)
Damm nigga, you hot
you talkin'' like you tryin'' to get a nigga knocked
what time is it? man, it''s fuckin'' 4 O''clock
I shouldn''t sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain''t got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I''m in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see ''em
pullin'' up slow in the BM
I popped my trunk to show him what I''m workin'' wit'',
first I showed him the Teck
I told him Niggas give these shits respect
but you don''t want this, Man
these shits is known to jam
this is a little smaller here,
and a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half a block
this shit here gets my dick hard,
it''s a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots
if you can''t kill your beef with this you need to stop
c''mon, pick somethin'' now nigga, you know it''s hot
(Other Man)
Man, stop actin'' like that nigga, just show me what you got
(Fifty)
aight, nigga look, I got Two 380''s,
one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks
they all hold 21 shots
look, I done been through all my shit nigga,
so tell me what you want
(Other Man)
(Click clack)
It''s hard to choose man, I think I''ll take ''em all
(Fifty)
Oh, you gon'' do me like that?
I got one more piece to show you, my Deringer,
I keep it in the small of my back
it''s a two shot, it''s chrome, my initials engraved in it
(shots ring off)
look at you now, you had to get it
your BM? I''m takin'' it, shit, you don''t need it
park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack
then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak
he gon'' give me more cream so I can cop mo'' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said "Don''t go by the gamblin'' spot, that shit gon'' get wet"
50CENT
HEAT
(Skit)
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don''t want that shit"
"I don''t give a fuck, I don''t play dat shit"
"And I''m fin''nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That''s the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up&qu
ot;
"I''ma get in the other car"
"Aight" *a car revs up*
*gunshots*
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there''s beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
To me I''ll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There''s no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don''t care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I''ll kill you I ain''t playin, hear what I''m sayin, homie I ain''t playin
Catch you slippin, I''ma kill you I ain''t playin, hear what I''m sayin,
homie I ain''t playin
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I''m candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack in da box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It''s hot out this bitch that''s a good ''nuff reason
I''ve seen gangsta''s get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God''s on ya side, shit I''m aight wit that
We reload them clips and come right back
It''s a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don''t think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain''t good
If you was smart you''d be shook of me
Cuz I''d get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me
(Chorus)
[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can''t wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they''ll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I''m down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I''m happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I''ve been in I''m by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin''nin to get get shot it won''t do ''em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones''ll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain''t the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
(Chorus)
[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it''s gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don''t wanna get shot I suggest you don''t go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I''ve done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin''nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
50CENT
HIGH ALL THE TIME
(Chorus)
I don''t need Dom Perignon, I don''t need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don''t need shit
Nigga I''m high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time, man I''m on some hood shit
Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I''ll spark shit
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I''m high all the time, man I''m on some hood shit
(Verse 1)
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell''em HOLD up,
You ain''t gettin money you ain''t smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holler get''em girls
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Perelli''s to look mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I''m gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D''s sick, they searched the whip and they can''t find the semis
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain''t because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain''t because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I twist that la, la, la, la
I get high as I wanna nigga
Go against me, fa sho, you''s a goner nigga
I don''t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don''t stare at me man
I''d hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G Unit!"
There''s no competition, it''s just me,
50 Cent, motherfucker, I''m hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
You don''t want me to be your kid''s role model
I''ll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O Dog
My team they depend on me when it''s crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it''s lunchtime
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won''t leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain''t shit you can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
I ain''t hurting, I''m doing good
I ain''t got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
(Chorus)
G Unit, are you ready
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
50CENT
HOW TO ROB
[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I''m sayin?
[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I''ma crook with a deal
If my record don''t sell I''ma rob and steal
You better recognize nigga I''m straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
I''ll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch
And I''ll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
I''m about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I mean right now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer can''t make bail if he broke as hell
I''d rob ODB but that''d be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
I''d follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for
Don''t want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I''ll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground"
You ain''t with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now?
I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I''m a klepto nah for real son I''m sick
I''m bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I''m bent and when I get like this I don''t think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I''ll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x
This aint serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
[50 Cents]
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Been robbin Joe before that''s why his ass
don''t wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you I''m robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
I''m on that Treach shit, I do my Dirt All By My Lonely
I should rob Clue man his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain''t sell
I hit the studios take shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while I''m stickin them up
Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said "Why you robbin me I got Nuttin But Love for ya!"
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I''d flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it''s mine?
I''ma keep stickin niggas until I''m livid
I''ll rob Boys II Men like I''m Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
I''m hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still eatin off Big''s first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"
Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People
[Madd Rapper]
(chorus)
For real yo you know what I''m sayin?
Niggas got to get stuck up that''s just how it goes down
It don''t matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don''t matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain''t fuckin around
Track Masters ain''t fuckin around
Crazy Cat ain''t fuckin around
The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not
50CENT
I SMELL PUSSY
Son you smell that? What''s that?
I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy. Is that you Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
Y''all niggas is pussy
I''m ballin'' now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain''t nothin'' you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.
It''s not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn''t understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
Like being on probation makin'' it harder for me to except her
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
I''m not at home she''s thinkin'' that I''m not alone probably out tryin'' to
bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain''t tryin to tie her up but see
it''s hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
I''m not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
But I don''t play by the rules I''m focusin'' on my moves that way I''ll neve
r lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz''s with 22''s
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin'' feelin''s ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I''m not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can''t say I love you I dont know what that means
I''ma pimp.
[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
[Verse 2:]
When I first met her
I did anything to get her (what?)
Paid all her bills and filled the ''fridgerator (uh huh)
Reminiscin'' on late nights when I try to lay up
but couldn''t get off cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin'' to switch in the third lane
That''s when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writin'' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing sing is where he biddin''
She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals
Baby wipes and cans of Infamil
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It''s a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
Turnin'' young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex
All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control
[Chorus: (x2)]
[Verse 3:]
I''m wonderin'' when I''m gone if you''ll miss me (miss me)
or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I''m fuckin'' with you
I''m feelin'' your shape I''m feelin'' your eyes
Later on I''m feelin'' your ass and feelin'' your thighs (come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
I''m into tongue kissin'' and four play all day
Mama ain''t home so the noise is okay
O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin'' (whoo)
The Lords blessin'' makes me wiser as the world''s turnin''
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin''
Whether we''re just kickin'' it or sexin'' (uh huh) I''m a pro baby girl I sp
it game to perfection (Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
When niggas get out of line I check them man
[Chorus: (x2)]
Yeah
Don''t think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin'' around takin'' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafuck
a
And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fu
ck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin'' to impersonate Pink an
d shit bitch
Punk ass mothafuckas
All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
Ain''t no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.
Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (k
iss) come on come here girl
Come on gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]
You know they say I''m sexy now
Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me
50CENT
I''M GONNA BE ALRIGHT (REMIX)
(J Lo)
Oh yes
(50 Cent)
Uh huh, yeah
I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe your tears
The reason you have the courage to confront your fears
The reason there''s two karats in each your ears
I sperge with the paper ma'', I don''t care
How ya like the pumps, boots, jeeps, coops
Make celebs fifty fall off never
What''s mine is yours and what''s yours is mine
So when I shine you shine
Camon and fine the champagne, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
Don''t let your friends get you confused saying 50 bad news
I need ya in my life girl you''re too good to loose
(J Lo)
It''s funny cuz for a while
I walked around with a smile but
Deep inside I could hear voices telling me this ain''t right
Don''t you know it''s not for you
I always knew what I had to do
But its hard to get away
''Cause I love you I just tried to stay
(Chorus)
I used to say I couldn''t do it but I did it
After telling everbody that i wasn''t with it
Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And I know inside I''m a be alright
I said I couldn''t do it but I did it
After telling everbody that i wasn''t with it
Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And that voice inside says I''m gonna be alright
(J Lo)
Friends of mine say to me
Say you got control over me
You''re not alone, I played my part
I saw the way you were from the start
Could I expect so much from you
You had a girl when I first met you
Did the best that you could do
Now I realize I can''t change you
(Chorus)
(J Lo)
Said I wouldn''t walk away
Somedays I want to stay
But leaving you is what I need to do to be okay
Never thought it would be true
Me living without you
But now it''s time for me to make that move
(50 Cent)
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Now when I tell you what my wishes are you don''t respect it
When I smile at you, you don''t smile back to recconect it
You ain''t even gone long but I already miss you
I need you next to me so I can hug you and kiss you
All the talkin on the phone
All the time we share
How could you fix your mouth to say I don''t care
I had plans for us to buy ice together
Engagement rings and things and share life together
Now when your friends tell you 50 called you like whatever
Do you think we were wrong for each other from the start
Or was it my actions that made us fall apart
Just want you to know you''ll always have a place in my heart
(Chorus)
(J Lo)
Oh no
Be alright yes
Oh no
Says I''m gonna be alright
(Chorus)
50CENT
I''M A HUSTLER
Rule number one don''t go against the grain
Rule number two give respect where respect due
Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
(gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame
Its like the rich get richer and the poor don''t get fuckin thing
Don''t mean nothin changed but the things my money bring
My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
You peoples got pleany money actin like they ain''t got bail
I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I''m sayin this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines
An old timer schooled me don''t burn bridges my friend
Imagine the G Dub close and yo ass gotta swim
I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York
Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk
He said I told em if he came around I''d clap him, I gave him my word
Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve
(chorus)
(Jadakiss sample: If it wasn''t for the flow
I''d probably have to double Back bubble crack)
(Jay Z sample: yea yea I''m a hustler)
3x
(chorus)
Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you get ten you''ll damn near do nine
Hate a liar more than I hate thief
A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality
The streets I know''em like my ABC''s
Stay away from the D''s and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred g''s fore you see three hundred C''s
Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key''s
Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don''t want ''em next to me
If its on mother fucker believe I''m gonna ride
I''m the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride
Letters on my shirt read DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY
(Chorus)
They say I don''t sound like a killer well how a killer sound
I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
See many men live baby and many men die
Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high
Here''s a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same friends always change
I don''t quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
You can get him in the face dog or down his back
All bullshit aside now its time to be honest
I fear no man for death is all thats promised
I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit
From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine
Don''t nothin change in the game but faces and names
Skate to wait to date and the jake
(chorus)
50CENT
IF I CAN''T
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can''t do well, homey, it can''t be done
Now I''ma let the champagne bottle pop
I''ma take it to the top
Fo sho I''ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I''m sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes
I''m 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I''m around quit playin nigga you can''t shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I''ll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I''m about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I''m gone (Yea!)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I''m down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you''ll get hit & homicide''ll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO''FO''
20 inch rims sittin CHRO CHROME
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don''t rob me they know I''m down to die for my chain
G UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I''m waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I''ll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It''s a wrap"
(It''s a wrap, nigga)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I''m dirty dirty
I''m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya''heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there''s up''s and down''s, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God''s plan homey, this ain''t mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent
I''m the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
50CENT
IN DA CLUB
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It''s your birthday
We gon'' party like it''s yo birthday
We gon'' sip Bacardi like it''s your birthday
And you know we don''t give a fuck
It''s not your birthday!
[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I''m into having sex, I ain''t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it''s 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain''t nothing change hold down, G''s up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you''ll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love ''Pac
But holla in New York them niggas''ll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I''m feelin'' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I''m still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K Mart and I ain''t change
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you''d be happy I made it
I''m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it''s on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain''t concerned
I''m a tell you what Banks told me cause go ''head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let ''em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus] (2x)
[Talking]
(laughing) Don''t try to act like you ain''t know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G Unit
50CENT
JERK
[50 Cent]
Next and 50
(Uh huh)
Next and 50
Next and 50
Next and 50
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life
Playboy November issue page three was my wife
I ain''t never had a problem with going for dough
I did a Jordan in the box I grew it myself
I go up and down like a merry go round
Visions of some...splash
I touch on myself when ain''t no shorties to touch me
After this joint half the hood gon'' want to fuck me
[R.L.]
I can imagine you''re here
In your Vicky panties and brassier yeah
It''s like your sexy moans I hear
Got a player gettin'' wet down there, I swear
I close my eyes and when you appear
Me on top you on top even from the rear yeah
Call in sick to work
Can''t get worse, damn I''m a jerk
1 [Next]
I''m all alone and I''m trippin'' my girl
I keep on missin
Got me fiendin'' for the kitten
I call but she don''t listen
I make the decision to handle my own business
Back and forth with the rhythm
Till I make the jizm
I''m a jerk
[R.L.]
I e mailed you, tried the cell too
Tried to contact you
But I failed too
Pants swelled too
What should I do?
Touch myself?
When I thought about you
[50 Cent]
Yo, yo at the end of the road
Home sick than being sick of home
I''d rather have a short to help me
Then do it on my own
Check me out I''d rather beat my own dick than trick
That''s a quote from BIG I take it back ya dig?
I play the block to get my work off
D''s come I murk off
Do a bid for rape fuck that I''d rather jerk off
Listen time''s money so I''m only into quickies
I''m not a pretty boy so I ain''t never been picky
I make it real easy for you to bop to this
Man I pop the Cris and I rock the wrist
New CL 500 I''mma cop this shit
It only come hard top so I''mma chop this shit
Ballers they don''t chase chicks they chase chips
Champagne you take sips they guzzle the shit
Only a selected few can rock to this
Kaygee, 50 Cent, Next, ya stoppin'' this?
Repeat 1 (2x)
Loving me like me
Especially when wife be acting funny
Cause it don''t need for no money
And it can be so lovely
Take your hand and aim to please
Don''t drip a drip on your Dungarees
Take a towel and cover your jeans
Move it back and forth till you see babies
Repeat 1 (2x)
I''m a jerk, if your a jerk
How do it work?
Show me how you move it back and forth now baby
For the guys and the girls
Move it all around now work, oh yeah
50CENT
JUST FUCKIN'' AROUND
[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
You know!
50CENT
LIFE''S ON THE LINE
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that''s okay
Cause I don''t like y''all anyway
... And I don''t like y''all anyway
Fuck all y''all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For bitches who don''t know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
[Verse One]
I came into rap humble, I don''t give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D''s run in my crib, I''m nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on ''em, right there in they ass crack
When I don''t like a nigga, I don''t pretend to
I''ll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain''t goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG''s look at me and see what they used to be
I''m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain''t in his right mind, goin against me
My picture''s painted through words that make a blind man see
[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don''t believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don''t believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life''s on the line!)
[Verse Two]
Y''all niggaz don''t want no parts of me
I''m tryna figure out how y''all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I''m not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I''m handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It''s no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on ''em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on ''em"
Beef, you don''t want none, so don''t start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That''s why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV''s in the dash, pa
See ''em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain''t tryin
I ain''t lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here''s a list of MC''s that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay Z and Nas
I''ma say this shit now and never again
We ain''t buddies, we ain''t partners and we damn sure ain''t friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain''t built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one (one)
[Hook]
Y''all niggaz don''t want no parts of me
I''m tryna figure out how y''all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
50CENT
LIKE MY STYLE
[50 Cent]
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) I know you like style
I know you like my style
Wanna get rich I''ll show you how
Wanna get rich I''ll show you how
On ya mark, get set, let''s go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I''m hot, I''m hot
The hoodrats they say "He so crazy"
The snitches they say "He tried to spray me"
That''s what you get for tryin to play me
The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY
No matter how you try you can''t stop it
I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P 40 glock hit
"50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this
Where I''m from the D''s tryin to knock us
They swear to God that it''s me sellin the choppas
Man I ain''t give them lil niggas no product
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I''ll show you how
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I''ll show you how
[50 Cent]
The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like "baby girl I like them curves"
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I''ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard
From the tellie in ten minutes I''ll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya''ll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G unit gang, can''t another clique out to see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us
Try ta holla at the kid, e''ery time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I''m the nigga ya love
And I ain''t got to say nuttin you know that I''m thugin
Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I''m buggin
We family baby, kissin cousins
Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I''ma New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin
After we play, ok, got to ya husband
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style (Uh huh)
You gone like how I break it down
[Tony Yayo]
You''re not really, really ready (ready)
The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin
Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin
You think ya ready, ya not (ya not)
Really really ready (ready)
50CENT
LOVE ME
[Obie Trice]
You don''t see me in the hood, it''s cause I''m doing this man
Niggas, I''m still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens

I''m still getting chased by those lights
Only the light''s lime, and my mic''s on
And my time is none, because I''m writing more
I don''t hear to meet a soul in this business
I''m here to eat, speak, until these ho''s feel this
I ain''t gonna let you derail me, man
I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie
''Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on
And that rap going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town
It''s forever, put that on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime, it''s Jimmy Iovine time
Chase cheese, rhyme ''til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Now I''m here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don''t love you, bitch)
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night
(Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money
we don''t love no bitches, though)
I just wanna love, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night
[Eminem]
There''s a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
''Cause it''s sort of unique ''cause you know it''s me
My poetry''s deep, and I''m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can''t sit still, it''s like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I''m strapped, it''s known any minute I could snap
I''m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain''t even funny, I ain''t even hungry, it ain''t even money
You can''t pay me enough for you to play me
It''s cockamamey you just ain''t zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock a doodle, my clock''s coo coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I''m just brutal
It''s no rumor, I''m numero uno, assume it
There''s no more humor in it, you know
I''m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
And all the bitches say
My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain''t about the flow, it''s ''bout the stones and the chain
If I was you, I''d love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain''t gon'' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking ''round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape
I''m convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho''s
I thought Lil'' Kim was hot, ''til she start fucking with her nose
I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD and didn''t have no beats
That boy D''Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt ass, for his record to sell
My back shots ''ll help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charli B''More to deep throat (yea)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold you, ha ha
I just wanna love you, yea
50CENT
MAKE MONEY BY ANY MEANS
(Chorus 50 Cent)
It ain''t easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, I''ma view you at ya weight money
It ain''t a game
(Verse 1 50 Cent)
You can call me player yeah, but I ain''t playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I''m the hottest thang comin'' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo'', fo'' revolve ''em
Don''t make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I''m sunning you
Dude I''ll smoke you every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y''all niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain''t in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)
(Chorus x2 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background)
It ain''t easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a fake money
It ain''t a game
It ain''t a game
(Verse 2 Noreaga)
Yo where my down South niggas at, I''m playing piddy pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It''s Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I don''t feel a nigga, I don''t get on his shit
Y''all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y''all niggas acting like, it''s all ill in y''all square
Motherfucker you ain''t know that it''s a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas that don''t get no bound
Y''all keep my word, don''t love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb
(Chorus 50 Cent)
It ain''t a game
It ain''t a game
(Verse 3 50 Cent)
Yo it''s all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life
Bitches I don''t love no of ''em, the guns I''m running ''em
Punk niggas I''m sunning ''em, every chance I get
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots flippin'', dial 1 800 TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
''Cause when I stick you, you gon'' cough it up like you bulimic
I''m no magician, but I could make, somethin'' outta nothin''
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that''s pumping
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I''m ya motherfucking mid life crisis
(50 Cent talking)
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
(Chorus 50 Cent)
It ain''t a game
It ain''t a game
(50 Cent talking)
Know what I''m saying
50CENT
MANY MEN (WISH DEATH)
[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I''m hungry as a motherfucker
[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what''s taking homie so long son?
[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come
[9 Shots]
[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?
[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
[Intro: 50 Cent singing]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can''t see
I''m trying to be what I''m destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon'' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause I''ll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ''pon me
Lord I don''t cry no more
Don''t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
[Verse One]
Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain''t dead
I''m the diamond in the dirt, that ain''t been found
I''m the underground king and I ain''t been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I''m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I''ve been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go''head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain''t over
[Chorus singing]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ''pon me
Lord I don''t cry no more
Don''t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
[Verse Two]
Some days wouldn''t be special, if it wasn''t for rain
Joy wouldn''t feel so good, if it wasn''t for pain
Death gotta be easy, ''cause life is hard
It''ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
I don''t see only god can judge me, ''cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I''m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Every night I talk to god, but he don''t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn''t know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain''t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can''t read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it''s clear that I''m here, for a real reason
''Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain''t fucking breathing
[Chorus]
50CENT
P.I.M.P.
(Chorus)
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
That I''m a motherfucking P I M P
(Repeat)
(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
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 a P I M P
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
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
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
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 pimpin 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, shiiit, TRICK
(Chorus)
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there''s no b''ness like show b''ness
In the hood they say, there''s no b''ness like hoe b''ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain''t got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
50CENT
PATIENTLY WAITING
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
I, I owe you for this one
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass''ll get rolled on (It''s Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I''m a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It''s Fifty!)
[50 Cent]
I''m innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord''s blessins leave me lyrically inclined
Shit I ain''t even got to try to shine
God''s the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source''ll quote it
When I die, they''ll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?
I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man''s world, I''m similar to a squirrel
Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone''ll stop ringin again
These industry niggas ain''t friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus] repeat 2X
[Eminem]
If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm
Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save you
It''s like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy but they ain''t crazy, let''s face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain''t shit, they ain''t sayin shit, spray em'' fifty
A to the K get in the way I''ll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me?
Don''t let me lose you, I''m not tryna confuse you
When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the messege? Am I gettin through to you?
You know what''s comin, you motherfuckers don''t even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em'' up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It''s like a fight to the top just to see who''d die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot
Y''all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers
There''s nothin spookier
Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
If the gun spark I''ll hear all of the shots go off
It''s fifty, they say it''s fifty
See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off
It''s fifty, man that wasn''t fifty
Don''t holla my name
You shouldn''t throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth
Cause I''ll break yo face
Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake
You goin & 145;gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I''ll split ya
Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers
I''m the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper
Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey
I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey
I''m down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in ninety four, & 147;We don''t love them hoes& 148;
I got pennies for my thoughts now I''m rich
See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six
Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes
[Chorus] repeat 2X
50CENT
PLACES TO GO
[Intro]
Yeah
Shady...
Aftermath....
G UNIT!!
[Chorus]
I got places to go, got people to see
The penitentiary ain''t the place for me
I''m warning you to, not tempt me
I''ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2)
[Verse 1]
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin''
You should be stressin'' up in the fucking teach you a lesson
Rap 101''s in session, Em laced the track that I''m blessin
Smith and Wesson''s the weapon in case you was guessin'', escape lesson
Caps in my benze, I''m beginning to end
Watch the 22 spin, My hoes a perfect ten
I got shot but I got up and I''m back at it again
Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn''t win but tend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
I''m the best don''t you get it, forget it, when I spit it its crazy
You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch!
If it''s not a classic, when it''s done we trash it
Flow I got it mastered
Stunt and get yo'' ass kicked, bastard
When messes get drastic
Crock''s made out of plastic
Cock and aim it blast it!
Run nigga, now stash shit!
[Chorus]
I''ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya (whole in ya) (x2)
If there''s a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon
Imma drink til I get to that bitch
Introduce me to the burbs, they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit & 150; Break it down!
[Verse 2]
Picture a perfect picture
Picture me in a pimp hat
Picture me starting shit
Picture me busting my gat
Picture police mad dey ain''t got a picture of that
Picture me being broke
Picture me smoking them stacks
Picture me coming up
Picture me bitch from rags
Picture me blowing up
Now picture me going back
To my momma basement to live, shit
Picture that!
Where I''m from it''s a fact, you gotta watch yo'' back
You wear a vest without gat, you''s a target jack
Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back!
50 cent, too legit, man I''m bent, I''m outta here!
[Chorus]
I''ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2)
[Outro]
Ha ha, man I aint'' going to jail, not even to visit a nigga
You wanna holla at me, you write me
Matta fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Blvd up in the Mondreal
Riding around in one of Dre''s Ferrari''s nigga
Oh matter fact, I might be in Detroit, riding around 8 mile road
You know, in one of Em''s joints and shit, ya heard
I got places to go man, ya know
Shady aftermath, we fittin'' start printin'' money, ha ha ha
Putting our faces on these motherfuckin'' bills, shit, ha ha ha ha
Ain''t shit you can do about it...
50CENT
POOR LIL RICH
[Verse 1]
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball together
I''m into bigger things y''all niggaz y''all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring talk it say fifty I''m sick
That''s why these niggaz is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my shit
See I''m alive man I really don''t care
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play me I''ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
I was a poor nigga
Now I''m a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can''t tell me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo'' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga
[Verse 2]
New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it''s all good
Fuck around we crip walking in the wrong hood
I''m fresh up out the slammer, I ain''t no fucking bama
I''m from the wild whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I''m done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that''s why u mad chump
Don''t make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can''t go commercial, they love me in the street
I''m real bloody man, the hood love me man
Don''t make me show up in ya crib like bro man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
C O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen
[Chorus] (2x)
I''m in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday

Range on Wednesday, Thursday I''m in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game
But she don''t know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man
[Chorus] (2x)
50CENT
PT2 &AMP; BUMP HEADS
[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
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherfucker
50CENT
RAP GAME
[Bizarre]
The rap game, hip hop 101
The hardest nine to five you''ll ever have
You can''t learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap motherfucker?
You ready to sell your soul? hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
[Swifty McVay]
I''ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Behavin'' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain''t even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin'' a nigga down daily
You face me, punk it''s over, you''ll faint fast
I''ve never fucked up to where I can''t whoop ya ass
You''ll neck''ll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin''? It''s cool but fools, just don''t confuse it
What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it
I''m scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas
With a gat that''s bigger than Godzilla''s back nigga
You are not realer, in fact you''re feel the effects
Of a crack dealer, y''all presidents since he smacked
And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain''t gotta rap
But I''m thankful for that, don''t mistakin'' me black
Cuz you''ll be stankin'' in the back of a fuckin'' Cadillac
[Eminem]
I''ma get snuffed, cuz I ain''t said enough to pipe down
I pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped out
When I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped out
Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight *gunshot* (AHH!)
Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down
That I won''t go up in the Oval Office right now
And flip whatever ain''t tied down upside down
I''m all for America, fuck the government
Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick
Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I''m gonna tuck some other shit
Can''t tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit''s like a samurai sword or sensai
Shit just don''t change to this day
I''m this way, still tell that utsl ay itchb ay
Ucks ay my ikcd ay, ''scuse my igp ay atinl ay
But uckf ay you igp ay
[Chorus: 50 Cent *sung* ]
This rap game, this rap game
I ain''t sellin'' my soul for this rap game
And I ain''t diggin'' no hole for this rap game
Man, I''m tellin'' you, no it ain''t happening
I ain''t diggin'' no hole for this rap game
[Kon Artist]
I wouldn''t wanna be drinkin'', drowned in my own inequity
But fucked that I''ma rap ''til y''all all get sick of me
And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I''m sayin'' you motherfuckers don''t know us, quit playin''
If I''m broke, then I''m breakin'' up in the place where you layin''
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can''t rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack
[Kuniva]
I walk in that party and just start bussin'' *gunshots and screaming*
Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome
To let you know The Time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
I''m low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin'' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
With ya seed, you be an unlucky G
My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin'' addict
They said no fightin'' in the club so I brought me a ''matic
Coughin'' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Poppin'' the tablet and guns that saw you in half
Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy
Make makin'' millions look easy
Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me
Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3 D
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911 cuz you need the police to help you believe me
[Proof]
I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd, these street niggas twistin'' my words
We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"
Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin'' in common
The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck ya stature dog
Nothin'' to do with hands when I clap at y''all
Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound
Then I''m gone outta town ''fore the law come around
So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)
[Bizarre]
I''m too fuckin'' retarded
I don''t give a fuck about my dick
That''s why I''m datin'' Lorraina Bobbet
My crew had an argument, who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
Well I really didn''t, but I did accordin'' to this contract
I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
Freezin'' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe
My little girl, she shouldn''t listen to these lyrics
That''s why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
If rap don''t work, I''m startin'' a group with Garth Brooks
Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook
And I ain''t diggin'' no hole for this rap game
Man, I''m tellin'' you, know it ain''t happening
I ain''t diggin'' no hole for this rap game
50CENT
REACT
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188
Intro/Chorus: Onyx
Kill it in the club, baby show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
(repeat 2X)
[Bonifucco]
Real thug shit unplugged
Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride''s coke in my eyes
and got me shootin'' at a ghost cause it looks alive
to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke
Here to get those, snakes get it the most
G''s overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes
Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so..
[Sonsee]
It''s going on right now
Official Nast'' don''t be playin around, we lay it down
Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen
Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin
You got in the way, sorry to say
You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee''s not in the day
All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates
be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit
Chorus
[Fredro Starr]
Yo, yo
I''m on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot
Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this
Twenty two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs
goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms
[50 Cent]
The shit''ll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass
in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
The only thing I ever lost I couldn''t find was time
Son some crackers locked me up that''s how I lost my mind
Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him
He didn''t listen told him give me the shine
The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin it was 50
Chorus
[X 1]
Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex
When convicts''ll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain niggaz money''s got my gold chain thicker
Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga
From coast to coast I keep the toast
My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze
Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless
Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist
[Sticky Fingaz]
AHHHHHHHH I seen death, almost died twice tonight
Sell my own mother out if the price is right
I hate life, gimme the glock
about to join Biggie and ''Pac and you comin like it or not
GET OFF ME! Let me go, don''t hold me back
Where my real thugs at? Baby THROW YA GAT!
Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears
I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs
Chorus
Killin it (2X)
Chorus
[?]
Word up yo, Official Nast''
Gettin cream, Onyx, we move with the many crews
We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down
Nine eight, word up get your shit straight
You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up
What? Bring yo'' shit to the club
Bring yo'' heat to the street
Official Nast'', shuttin shit down WHAT?!
50CENT
ROTTEN APPLE
(50 Cent)
I''m on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation
I''m with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That''s how it''s goin'' down
Don''t play wit'' me, I don''t have patieeeeeents
My headachin'', and I need my medicaaaaaaation
Niggaz be hatin'', they don''t know what they faaaaaacin''
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
I be in court throwin'' signs like I''m a maaaaaason
Nigga witness against me, I''ma eraaaaaase ''em
If they try an runaway, I''ma chaaaaaaase ''em
Now with the pound, and I''m a lay ''em down
[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That''s how we get down
22''s on the jeep
Somthin'' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
(50 Cent)
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don''t live long in New York
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
Get caught slippin'', then get hit wit'' like three
In every hood in the US, I''m that nigga they feelin''
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin'' right
Teachin'' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
We in the hood nigga schemin'', what you expect?
My S on 22''s leave ya hos confuuuuuused
On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you"
My love live ain''t change, the shorties still hug me
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
[Chorus]
22''s on the jeep
(50 Cent)
In the city, a young buck''ll tell you how the mac spit
O.G. give ''em the word, you gonna get yo'' ass hit
I don''t know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
I''m the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.
Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
It could be they''d like to be me and can''t live my life
You should here they be sayin'' man "50 be flippin''"
"Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin''"
I know death is promised, I don''t fear gettin'' murked
It''s when a nigga half way killa ya homie, it hurts
Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with
the pump, you can have it how you want
But I know you like my style (Uh Huh)
Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?
I''ll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
[Chorus]
22''s on the jeep
50CENT
ROWDY ROWDY
(50 Cent)
Yo LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz
New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga
D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz
New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga
Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son I ain''t even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
now you heartbroke, that''s what you get for lovin them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it''s like a stickup kid
runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won''t blow dick
It''s like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice
I murda any mic device, for the right price, I''m nice
I only say tthings once, never twice, dont fuck with me
Chorus: 50 Cent
St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it
50 cent ain''t gonna kill ya nigga, don''t get doubted
Got your gun, well don''t leave home without it
The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it
They''ll kill you and act like they don''t know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it
(50 Cent)
Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
I bet niggaz will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?"
I''m the type nigga to dare you to touch the ?
I''m the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back
Im F to the I F T Y C E N T
Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons
in a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin
I plan to take over New York and start expandin
Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung "I''m Jammin''"
Nigga fuck with my cash and I''ma blast yo'' ass
Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ??
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I''ma find yo'' ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain''t playin with you, I want my money motherfucker
Chorus
(50 Cent)
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit
You won''t let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot
I''m that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry niggaz with me straight from the street
Cause these three niggaz are startin to look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My niggaz live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep shit low cause niggaz heard of you
Chorus 2X
50CENT
SAY WHAT YOU WANT
Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?"
I''m a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any nigga I can''t make no money wit
If I can''t make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
[Tony Yayo]
I get money, money I got
so its a 100 grams or better when I''m going to cop
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
And my down bitch as a holster, like I''m supposed ta
heavy pistol sales for living
my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
while I''m out for the ends, you out for a rep
thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
see me in a black lex, hard top
My mink drop top, fresh out the carlot
I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
So I''m gon sell like the box office features
Niggas in the hood can''t see G UNIT!
but deep in they heart they wanna be G UNIT!
cause we got them three b''s: benzes, burners and bitches
and plus we on the road to the riches
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You can say what you want about me
As long as you don''t get in the way of my money
Cause all that talking shit to me played out
Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
[Lloyd Banks]
Lately I been going through a phase
Hope they aint tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore I''m on the move with the squad
I''m stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewels on a broad
I''d rather put shoes on the car
A pool in the yard
You don''t really wanna fool with the god
Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
Tryin to be cool
Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
Keep rappin for your hood, I''m rappin for benzes
And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un Huh)
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
What I learned from watching Brucie B
Look, I shot the sheriff
And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
Here''s the plan, I''m a keep stackin my ends
Till I''m on airplane seats in the Maebach benz
I''m all about the chips
I done took them trips
22''s on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them outta town niggas, I''m chargin yall more
I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need
But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged
Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
Gimme his watch and his chain
We not the same, he a lame
He want pussy I''m bout my money man
Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
I''ll see you another day motherfucker it''s 50
Shots ''til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker
[Chorus]
50CENT
SLOW DOUGH
Trackmasters, 99 shit
Huh uh, huh uh, yea
[Chorus]
Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)
They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that''s right)
My niggas is loco (loco)
Yo to diss me that''s a no no (no no)
Y''all niggas is so so (so so)
That''s why you ain''t got no dough (broke ass niggas)
Put me through any test I bet ya I''ll pass cause I''m a cheater
Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba''s
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Ad
idas
And ain''t shit come between us
Look I''m winning now and I''ma keep on winning
I see with you ain''t nothing changed same ginen same linen
Fuck the don shit, nigga I''m an armed convict
I live wild beat cases before a trial
Grand jury style I''m foul
You wondering why I don''t smile
I''m schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don''t know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Symbolizing the change that I''m bringing to this game
Things''ll never be the same (never the same baby)
[Chorus]
Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot
Like I won''t grab the glock and run up in your spot
Six double O drop I''ll put two in your knot
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you''ve got
Here I stand on the alley on godrule
Same spot where rob got shot
The block''s high
Warrent squad flashing my mug shot
Everybody know I''m loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo
Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo
Pump the six and push the volvo
I hear they go kuku and go puff loco
I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo
But keep that on the low do, nobody''s supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
Fucking with the cash flow that''ll get you blast yo (haha)
I always get the last laugh yo
[Chorus]
I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck
While you niggas race neck to neck
While niggas who live from cheque to tech
I ain''t even going to front I ain''t working with a full deck
Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards
Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming I''m right back on the street
Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me
Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
But you ain''t been through what I been through and this shit ain''t that eas
y (one)
[Chorus]
50CENT
SOLDIER
[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!
[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 got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin'')
(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 got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin'')
(I''m a soldier) G UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
[Tony Yayo]
I''mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four five six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
Your records can''t sell, your company is buyin'' em
Give it up, Burger King is hirin''
You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
Talkin'' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I''m choppin'' big birds and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin'' spree money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
I''m tryin'' to build empires across the state line
So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a nina and a mack
I have you like Khia, my neck, my back
50CENT
SURROUNDED BY HOES
[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
50 Cent
50CENT
THAT AIN''T GANGSTA
Verse 1:
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch?
you gon'' get it on nigga or you gon'' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin'' rich
man, I stack chips and I unload clips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
some niggas started fightin'', some niggas found God
you know me, started sellin'' leek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Hell in the joint wearin'' ''86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo'' ass is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, "yo whattup"
you ain''t gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
let a nigga find out you on some goin'' home shit
and you tryin'' to bounce without payin'' a loan, shit
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I''m hard as Hell to get along wit'' so it never fails
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin'' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin'' his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I''m''a ox you down
niggas you think is real really can''t hold they own
I''ll have ''em on some E.T. shit tryin'' to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
it''s similar, infact they''ll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas always take ''em home.
Chorus
You got blown over the jack? (that ain''t gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain''t gangsta)
rockin'' a vest with no gat? (that ain''t gangsta)
you only a thug when you rap? (that ain''t gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain''t gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain''t gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain''t gangsta)
If you ain''t bustin'' ya gat (that ain''t gangsta)
Verse 2:
You''d call me an Animal if you seen me livin'' on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I''m visitin'' pop ulation
when I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don''t play Son"
"yeah, somethin'' really wrong with that nigga..."
max out, I''m goin'' straight for the glock
bust a u turn, I''m goin'' straight to the block
the things that''ll happen if niggas say I can''t eat
down goes the window....out goes the heat
I''ll make the whole block look like a fuckin'' trackmeet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it''s extortion, it happens in the hood often
claim more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
''cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
I rock shit ''cause I stay on that block shit
that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
see the difference is I''m real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, shit
ya''ll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can''t stop this
since ''86 my whole clique pop Criss.
Chorus
5 5 1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
1 3 4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
What the fuck you know about that?
50CENT
THAT''S WHAT''S UP
(Chorus Banks)
G Unit, G Unittttttt,G Unit, G Unittttttt,G Unit,G Unit (repeat)
(50 Cent between Banks)
G Unit nigga that''s what''s up (repeat 6x)
(50 Cent)
I blast 50 Cent nigga that''s what''s up
(Lloyd Banks)
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile just not today
In my hood they let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got shot today
I named em pop when niggas surfboard
You aint stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
Beef, you a target
Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
I aint a peoples person
I''ll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
Even though I got the shit in the stores
I''m like a nigga that borrow clothes
Bitch, I''m tryin to get in ya draws
Man I''ll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
I''m blowin on damn haze
All of a sudden I''m gased, cause I''m on the radio and I can''t wait
If you aint up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I''ll have niggas post up on ya block like I''m shootin the free throw
Still get the green from P dro, better known as Pedro
I''m ghetto like a patty ya egg roll
Yea they feinin to stick me, they don''t know the meanings is wit me
Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
You only spend time at the mall
On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)
(Chorus Banks)

That''s what''s up
(50 Cent)
Keep thinkin I''m candy
Aint nuttin sweet about me
Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
Cause my Deez''ll make fiends do the up town shake
I''m a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
I got a ruger on my hip
You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
Look homie I''m down for that day time action
Keep thinkin it''s a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)
(Chorus Banks)
(Tony Yayo)
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rappin
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Don''t get moved on
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
Then breeze through ya projects
When the coke come back
It''s the China White
And the d don''t sweat us in a bag a rice
Let''s ride O T
And burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouth''s a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
And, those niggas in the hood don''t wanna see me famous
They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it''s Tony 2 times
Beware of my wraith, I''m gone school you niggas
Prepare for class
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps
(Banks)
Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
G Unit nigga
We about to gorrilla this industry man
Yall niggas better know
Yall niggas better fear us nigga
Word to my mother nigga
Fuck yall niggas wanna do
1 2 4 nigga G Unit
50 Cent
Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks nigga
Bllllatttt
50CENT
THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
[50 Cent]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
niggas be thinkin'' I''m crazy right?
you are crazy..
I ain''t crazy...
you are crazy....
atleast I don''t think I''m crazy
I think my shit is hot, I think I''m hot
you hot but you crazy..
why they wanna?..man..I don''t know...
[Verse 1]
It''s the money that makes shit get ugly
It''s the money that makes these hoes love me
It''s the money that makes niggas wanna slug me
man..I thought the money would make it all lovely
Yo, I actually write what I do or see
the felonies from day to day make me say what I say
when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso''s
Don''t cry for me, smile for me
and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile'' for me
remember the good times, the chips we stacked
the clips we packed
and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start
everything I wrote was from my heart
so it''ll always be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, don''t fuck with my art
sometimes it sounds like I''m playin'' but I''m sayin''
this shit is real, it ain''t a game.
[Chorus repeat 2X]
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
[Verse 2]
First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
I''m convinced it can happen to anybody kid
so I get vest up when I get dressed up
in the hood it''s messed up, niggas runnin'' ''round shootin'' shit up
if it''s Dom that you drinkin'' fill up my cup
if you got somethin'' to doubt me, shut the fuck up
why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?
and gettin'' robbed ain''t a good time to press ya luck
duke listen, if you move I''m''a hurt you
you''ll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
right now what you need to do is gimme the cash
forget about your Boss bein'' mad, just save ya ass
be a good Boy now, go and get your stash
I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash
alright run along before I shoot ya ass
I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I know we all gotta go, but I''d hate to go fast
then again I don''t think it''d be fun to stick around and go last
man listen, if you really really like this shit
nigga call Steve Stoute and I''ll write ya shit
call him now before I drop for real ''cause after I drop
I''m''a be chargin'' ya''ll niggas like Forty a pop
to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap
typical mentality, I know, I''m straight from the street
1999''s the year of the predator, I''m killin'' to eat
niggas''ll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
you''re a generous guy
take ''em off or die
man, we hurtin'' ''round here, ain''t nobody slingin'' pies
look around, ain''t nobody ''round here fly
why you ''round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.
[Chorus]
50CENT
THUG LOVE
[50 Cent]
What y''all know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh huh Trackmasters uh huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain''t tight with the chips girl
I''m down to splurge
If it''s ice you like I''ll light up your life (Ooh)
VS2 Clarity alright
I play the block I ain''t the type to punch your clock
I''m the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane
I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It''s like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot
I gave jewels I imported for her
Chanel bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me
People saying if I get knocked she ain''t gon write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
1 [Destiny''s Child]
A thug''s what I want
A thug''s what I need
Even though my friends don''t seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And I''m never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
[50 Cent]
Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you''re special
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now it''s Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You complain that we don''t spend time
When I''m OT on the grind going hard for mine
Yo when shorty say she hate me
You know she mean she love me
When she play me close at the bar
That mean she want some Bubbly
See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly
She wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip
Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Briss
That''s how she on it
When I met her she was lowkey
Now she wanna OD
You know me I let her do her thing son
I say what I''m feeling
Niggas say that I''m illing
I sip Cristy so I''m pissy
Like a staircase in your building
What?
Repeat 1 (2x)
Repeat 1 & 2 till end
2 & 150; [Beyonce'']
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don''t understand
How my baby laces me
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don''t understand
And I think its jealousy
50CENT
THUG POET
[Kobe]
Uh
Uh huh
You know what this is
I''ma let ''em run around one more time
I drop sumpin'' on y''all
It''s like... it''s like
What''s it like?
My microphones and glock nines

Black? I''m dipped in that
The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have
Run it, the illest, watch me become it
I''m here, and took it bowling, like straight to the wig
Speak truth like kids, tell you what you don''t know
Kobe? Yeah, he''s real with the flow
Kick in the do'' wavin'' the flow flow
All you heard was stop, can''t take the hits no more
Ha, didn''t know I had your block on SWAT?
I''m CIA, y''all nuttin'' but beat cops
I rock like my ma''s mean, name is cocaine
Place you on my A fiend list and pay you ''cane
Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock?
Think again, you find you lost your mind and judgement
My confidence, springs from watching y''all fall
Aw, forced to hustle, rap in charge
I''ma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin''
Yes, I am speakin'', but I ain''t writin''
So cold, I put the ice in nicest
You too broke to pay attention
My style is priceless
[Kobe] [Nas]
If you say murder that means I''m a Thug Poet
If I say my mind kills that means I''m a Thug Poet
If I say that I''m a flock that means I''m a Thug Poet
And when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet
[Broady Boy]
Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of booze
Shanks and twos, it''s the gangstas, Langston Hughes
My poems'' about broken homes and Jesus peaces
Dope is the Popes in Rome
Poetical field, thug overtone, it''s like what, yo?
Bring it home, we both go gone
Pre cord thought flow in the sober zone
My life style, chromosomes frost, hope to clone
The crack lust, black dust, and the gat bust
The claps, the lackluster, memoirs of the black hustler
Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does
Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day
It''s hard to reach, to smell God anyway
Money, think backdrop payin'' gray?
Man, rubber gripped on that rainy day
Peep the way I came to play
One aim at the game, reign and stay
Every stain is straight from objective, insane
''Ey just don''t know, I''m two ticks from blowing a hole through music
But I''m more than pimp whoring him for the street wise
You met the ren
Cuz I open ''neath in the weed, hydrogen
Jam my eyes to skin, guide some of our wisest men
Until the skies of sin
I pray for the day we see you rise again
Uh
[Nas] [Broady]
Thug Poet Street analyst is this, the
Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to
Thug Poet Flows for your block, Hip Hop
Thug Poet
Thug Poet
[50 Cent]
Aiyyo, everybody know 50 ain''t know how to act
I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats
Y''all got fat while we starved, it''s my turn
Shit, I done felt how a slug burned, I still won''t learn
Niggas in the ''hood a tell ya "50 crazy"
I had your moms screamin'' "They done shot my baby"
Son, I yap your shine, I clap the nine, I slap you
I''m that one of them niggas you wanna fuck with
I spit the shit that make ya keep listenin''
Keep my wrists glistenin''
I left niggas alone and they still think I''m dissin'' ''em
I''m on some new shit, S Type baby blue shit
Niggas talk behind my back but don''t do shit
I ain''t looking for love, duke, I''m looking for respect
I leave you with options, like die or hit the deck
I''m a thug poet, you know what I came for, the dough
Clap clap, y''all niggas get the fuck on the floor, floor
[Nas] (Echoes to fade)

Thug Poet
50CENT
TILL I COLLAPSE (FREESTYLE)
50 Cent, Shady Records, Eminem, Dr. Dre, It''s Goin Down''
G G G G Unit
50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team
We gotta get the get well cards niggaz is sick, feel this
Motion picture shit... Ha Ha!
[50 Cent]
Now don''t think I won''t hit you, cause I''m popular
I got a P 90 Roog that''ll pop at ya
Catch you slippin'' I''m a give ya what I got for ya
My clip loaded for 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 when I spit it''s crazy
Got semi autos that put wholes in niggas tryna play me
One shot is not enough, you need at least an oozie 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
Richard Poor hallows 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
Homie, Homie, Homie
50CENT
TIRED OF BEING BROKE
[50 Cent]
The only excuse for being broke is being in jail
Heh heh, yo, yo, yo
The only excuse for being broke is being in jail
Some work a nine to five to make money
Some cock that, aim, that take money
"How To Rob" was an warning not a joke
Cause niggas in the hood is really tired of being broke
These cats quick to splurge on luxurious things
And when we come through they tuck chains and turn their rings
Diamonds, you bought that?
They gon'' take that
[G&B]
I''m chillin'' on the corner
With a dollar in my pocket
The deed go bye bye cause my man''s watchin''
Shit is hard in the ghetto
But we still get by
(We still get by)
Every day I see the same ol'' problems
But it seems like we''re never gonna solve them
But I know if we keep on marching
One day we will find
[G&B]
I''m tired of being broke
Being locked down ain''t no joke
Will anyone make a change?
Why must we live this way?
I''m tired of being broke
Being locked down ain''t no joke
Why must we live this way?
[G&B]
I''m livin'' in a world where they ain''t no windows
And when you''re rich it seem so simple
Kind of hard for you to understand struggle
But this is my life, ha
And I know one day we''re gonna change it
Let the game blow it up and rearrange it
Till then we do whatever we can
In the end it''s a brand new life that we living in
Repeat 1 (2x)
[50 Cent]
Uh huh come on
Don''t nobody smile when I come through
But they say I''m a funny cat
I lose shooting dice
Pull out take my money back
Fifty ain''t the type to be runnin'' his mouth
Uh huh, Fifty run with dem kids that''ll run in your house
If these rappers were killers I would''ve been dead
But they all aim at my legs instead of my head
I''m giving out ass whoopins while you''re givin'' out hugs
I figured out niggas respect fear more than love
Repeat 1
[G&B](50 Cent)
I said you don''t know
Like I know, oh
Like the Product no, oh
(Refugee Camp)
Like my fellas no
(G&B)
I said you don''t know what it feels like to be broke
[50 Cent]
East Coast, West Coast
Up North, the Dirty South
This goes out to all my thugs
Worldwide I see the struggle
Try and stay alive, ya heard?
One love, yeah one love, yo
50CENT
TO ALL MY NIGGAS
[P.Diddy]
*gunshot*
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration
[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that ''presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It''s war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I''ll blow you away)
[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki''s, makin crazy G''s
Hittin'' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I''m baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo''s and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That''s a real nigga for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don''t try to act like you don''t feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga'' leave a nigga fa'' sho!
[Verse: B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That''s a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don''t give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop for the town
of fist skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You''ll be a super Hoover doo doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler
[Chorus]
[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don''t let your people feel your awkward
I tame I''m not lame
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I''ll break yo ass off propa''
This new place like home, New York New York
I run this city, I don''t dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don''t want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me *gun cocked* hah! I''m on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]
50CENT
U HEARD ME
[50 Cent]
Uh huh...yea
Verse 1
Shorty the Henny got me feeling right
Ya heard me?
My momma gone you could spend the night
Ya heard me?
I''m not playing I''m trying to fuck tonight
Ya heard me?
Clothes off face down ass up c''mon
Shorty you roll with the winners right
Ya heard me?
You see now me I got my money right
Ya heard me?
I''m tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play
When you come around my way
Ya heard me?
You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome
Ya heard me?
You could get in but don''t touch the phone
Ya heard me?
Money come money go I know
But everytime I flow it''s mo money fa sho
Ya heard me?
In the street niggas sayin I''m nice
Ya heard me?
Watch flooded no more room for ice
Ya heard me?
Niggas be on tv struttin'' hard
And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin'' robbed
Ya heard me?
You might hear I get shot but I don''t get robbed
Cause me, I be on my jog
[Chorus]
You like it when I back that ass up on you?
[50 Cent]
Ooh, baby I like it, I like it
When I work that ass, that ass
[50 Cent]
Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool Aid smile
And baby I like it, I like it
[50 Cent]
Everytime we dance you make it worth my while
And baby I like it, I like it
[Verse 2]
Shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers and shot callers
I wanna make sure you hear me
Ya heard me?
We rap now we rollin and I''m holdin''
And I''m gonna make sure you hear me
Ya heard me?
I freak off with the video chicks
Ya heard me?
Sweatin'' tracks out in back of the 6
Ya heard me?
MTV they gonna play my hits
Ya heard me?
Even though I''m real ghetto and shit
Ya heard me?
I got a g niggas shoot that ace
Ya heard me?
Your ass bettin'' I''m gonna cut your face
Ya heard me?
Last thing I need is to catch a new case
I don''t know nothing about them high heads but I sell base
Ya heard me?
The city boys trying to kill a kid
Ya heard me?
Shot me up in front of my crib
Ya heard me?
He had the drop I couldn''t run from him
Shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him
Ya heard me?
Little homie saying "50 you tough"
Ya heard me?
9 shots just wasn''t enough
Ya heard me?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Nigga you best be commin'' up with my cash
Ya heard me?
Don''t make me go and get the Gat out the stash
Ya heard me?
I''ll come back and pop one in your ass
Ya heard me?
Don''t play wit the money, no not with the money
Niggas get knocked when they start playing games
Ya heard me?
Stop telling the police my name
Ya heard me?
I don''t mind givin chicks them tips
Ya heard me?
They let me play with then tits and hips
Ya heard me?
When I come through they know I''m a thug
Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen''s club
Ya heard me?
I rap but I''m still selling them o''s
Ya heard me?
My man Mike still pimpin'' them hoes
Ya heard me?
He said if the hoe knew better she''d come do better
And make a pimp more chedder
Ya heard me?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
50 make it crazy in the club
I''m speaking clearly so you can hear me
I come through niggas always show me love
I''m speaking clearly so y''all can hear me
Niggas want beef, y''all could see me in the street
I''m speaking clearly so you can hear me
But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat
I''m speaking clearly so y''all can hear me
50CENT
U NOT LIKE ME
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it''s on, that''s who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That''s your motherfuckin'' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin'' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
[Verse]
Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don''t wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain''t strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin'' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain''t def son
*click* *click* you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain''t the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I''ll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya'' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It''s nothin'', I could go after Mase''s fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain''t wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck too* spit it out
I don''t smile a lot, cause ain''t nothin'' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain''t never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it''s my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won''t learn
Won''t learn
[Chorus 2X]
If you get shot and run to the cop You not like me
You ain''t got no work on the block You not like me
It''s hot, you ain''t got no drop You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
[Verse]
Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God''s plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don''t think I''m crazy, cause I don''t fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won''t understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I''m still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M 1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin'' to rock me
D''s waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don''t knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I''M THE ONE
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse]
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain''t eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin'' next to me, he probably my Co D
See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon'' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it''s special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I''m fittin'' to blowwwww
I''m more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
See, I''m in this for the paper, I don''t love the hooos
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I''m always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don''t you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha
[Chorus 2x]
*Ad libing to the end*
50CENT
WANKSTA
[Intro: 50 Cent]
It''s 50 a.k.a Ferrari F 50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain''t got tyme to waste
Let''s make it
[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin''
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin''
You ain''t a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain''t no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I''ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush ''em everytime, punch ''em with every nine
I''m fuckin with they mind
I make ''em press rewind
They know they can''t shine if I''m around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D''s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin''
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin''
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain''t got nuttin
[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I''ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I''m livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain''t gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin'' the same ol'' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don''t go nowhere without toast we thugged out
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Me I''m no monsta, me I''m no gangsta
Me I''m no hitman, me I''m jus me, me
Me I''m no wanksta, me I''m no acta
But it''s me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I''m gettin'' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I''m gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they gon merk 50 how?
We ridin ''round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK''s and AR 15''s?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf beams, huh
[Chorus 2X]
50CENT
WANKSTA (REMIX)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. it''s a problem, Flipmode nigga
We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker
Blowing niggas tops, what?
Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga
Check it, let me talk, check it, check it
[Busta Rhymes]
There''s only one God sonny, and there ain''t no replacement
And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement
You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga
And throw some bullet''s at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga
A lotta niggas rollin around like they can''t get touched
Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks
Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire
We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires
[Rampage]
Puerto Rican mami''s call me Papi
Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki
Yo they can''t stop me, Ramp yo, I''m kinda cocky
I''ll break your fucking ribs like I''m playing ice hockey
Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed
Smack you in your face with my chain
Now I''m ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein
Everybody in the industry know my squad''s name
[Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin
You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin
So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain''t even worth frontin
Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin
[50 Cent]
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she''s so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush ''em every time, punch ''em with every line
I''m fuckin with they mind, I make ''em press rewind
They know they can''t shine if I''m around the rhyme
Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime
I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine
If D''s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
[Chorus 2: 50 Cent]
You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin
You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin
You been hustlin a long time and you ain''t got nuttin
[Baby Sham]
I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin
You don''t know how the gun cock to reach somethin
Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill
But it''s your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil
Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it''s surreal
Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at ''em
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[50 Cent]
Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta
Now shorty think I''ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I''m hit once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain''t gon let her
Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin the same ol'' two step
Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out
Cuz we don''t go nowhere without toast, we thugged out
[Chorus 2] repeat 2x
[50 Cent]
Ah ha!
50CENT
WHAT UP GANGSTA
G Unit (What)
We in here (What)
We can get the drama popping
We don''t care (What, what, what)
It''s going down (What)
''Cause I''m around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]

What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?
[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
Naw, that''s a semi auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I''ll hunt or duck a nigga down like it''s sport
Front on me, I''ll cut ya, gun butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can''t none with ya then fuck ya
I''m not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I''m the type that''ll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that''s not my homies
Hundred G''s I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D''s come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow''s been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I''ll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I''m on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)
[Chorus] (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)
[Bridge]
We don''t play that
We don''t play that
We don''t play that (G Unit)
We don''t play around
[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I''ll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I''m like Patty LaBelle, homie, I''m on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I''m a rolling stone
Cross my path I''ll crush ya, thinking I won''t touch ya
I''ll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge] (4x)
50CENT
WHO U REP WITH
[Verse 1 Nas]
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin'' we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin'' wit da old time click
Holdin'' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin'' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for awarin'' us
The D''s in the marked vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin'' out young lady''s and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood talk
It''s in the air of New York
So everybody''ll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin'' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it''s kinda deep how we end out.
[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Don''t want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)
[Verse 2 50 Cent]
Ya''ll niggas better sober up before ya''ll speak to me, don''t come at me hi
gh
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I''m gone get you, I''ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain''t even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin'' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin'' action, by rapidly clappin''
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It''s that real.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 Bravehearts] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya''ll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin'' out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin'' for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don''t scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya''ll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don''t give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of slap boxin'' niggas in da dark
QB''s big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I''m da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
Testin'' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin'' rib out ur back
Ya''ll niggas ain''t gangsta rap, ya''ll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, ya''ll can''t fuck around ya''ll get dropped
When guns pop, who''s tellin''
Twin barrel nines wavin'' and yellin'', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my Ill Will to survive is so deep
Can''t sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin'' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.
[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that wanted war before
Don''t want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)
50CENT
WHOO KID
[50 Cent talking]
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can''t shine
You ain''t gettin'' yours? thats fucked up cause I''m gettin'' mine
[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I''m feelin'' to start killin'' shit
I''m not the nation''s new Malcolm X, but I''m militant
What, I''m supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin'' bench press
Why you screamin'' war senseless, I''m tryin'' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear ''em out
Four fifth, four shots, that''ll fuckin'' air ''em out
In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G Unit niggas, they gon'' always make bail
Whether it''s two G''s or twenty G''s
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I''m not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause I''m out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can''t shine
You ain''t get yours? That''s fucked up cause I''m gettin'' mine
[50 Cent talks till end]
50CENT
WHOO KID FREESTYLE
(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I''m here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It''s not safe around here as soon as the street lights
G Unit nigga
*random shout outs*
(50 cent and G Unit)
We can''t get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain''t no money sellin'' coke... WE GON SELL DOPE
Ain''t no money sellin'' dope... WE GON SELL X
And if niggaz wont by the X... WE GON SELL TECS
(Lloyd Banks)
My advice for y''all niggaz is stop frontin
''Cause 50 say pop somethin'', I''m gon pop somethin'', what up?
(50 Cent)
Don''t make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger
Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip
Get in the whip, it''s a wrap
(Lloyd Banks)
Nah fuck that
(50 Cent)
Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that''s that
Niggaz running with the steel out, now it''s time to peel out
(Lloyd Banks)
50 let me drive
(50 Cent)
Nah I got this, nigga chill out
(Lloyd Banks)
It''d be nice to get the niggaz ice, get it, give it back
(50 Cent)
Just get in the corner store cause it''s full of them A rabs
They blowin'' the shit up like it''s okay
I got a bomb on my waist I''m Kamikaze (*laughing*)
I dare Ds to get next to me
(Lloyd Banks)
Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me *explosion*
Yeah, yeah that''s it, it''s a freestyle
The fuck you want for free?
Fucking A rabs just ran the planes into the fucking building
Coke price went up 10 grand this fucking week
50CENT
WORK IT (REMIX)
*scratching* DJ please, pick up your phone
I''m on the request line *scratching*
[50 Cent]
G U nit!
[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" backwards 2X*
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" backwards 2X*
[50 Cent] (Missy)
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I''m freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I''ll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I''ve got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don''t cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I''m in love
I''m looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
[Missy]
I''d like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho cha
You do or you don''t or you will or you won''t cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul cha
See my hips and my tips don''tcha
See my ass and my lips don''tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa ta ta
Ra ta ta ta, ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you''re a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos ah
Don''t I look like a Halle Berry post ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev ah
You won''t find a bitch that''s even bett ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" backwards*
I''m not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba bump ba bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba bump ba bump bump
And think you can handle this ga donk ga donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
?? thanga thang, ?? thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain''t no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup ah
Prince couldn''t get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil'' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don''t have to ask ya
When I come out, you won''t even matt ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa rum pa pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
[Chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
*scratching*
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
50CENT
YOU AIN''T NO GANGSTA
[50 Cent]
Look If you ain''t worth a mil, you ain''t far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn''t snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn''t rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I ain''t had no spot
You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don''t pay
You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper when I''m locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the hood sayin "50''s Grimy"
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can''t find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop anotha one afta each assist
[Chorus] x 2
You ain''t no gangsta
You''se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain''t a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don''t trust ya
[50 Cent]
You owe a nigga? You don''t wanna pay him?
Kill him, that''s what they said ta ta disapper him
Y''all ain''t got to believe me
When I''m done with this rhyme if theres time I''ll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain''t hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops
When it''s time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I''m gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A.
I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly
First thing I''m sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y''all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?
[Chorus] x 2
We don''t trust ya
[50 Cent]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain''t fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that''ll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don''t care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don''t like none of y''all
Fuck around I''ll run in y''all pop one in y''all
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y''all
Listen I don''t give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain''t sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed
[Chorus] x 2
We don''t trust ya

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A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)

Niggas, I''m still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens

I''m in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday

(50 Cent between Banks)

My microphones and glock nines

[Nas] (Echoes to fade)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

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