50 Cent – Şarkı Sözleri

[imparator]

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…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
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl…It''s easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
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 take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile

[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…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…

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

[imparator]

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!

[imparator]

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)
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)

(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
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)
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)

(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)

[imparator]

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

[imparator]

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)
I don''t like you, you don''t like me
Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony''s back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the 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]
I don''t like you, you don''t like me
Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it again)
I don''t like you, you don''t like me
Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it again)

[50 cent]
Go ahead go against me I''ll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level''s high nigga can''t tell
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]
I don''t like you, you don''t like me
Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it again)
I don''t like you, you don''t like me
Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it again)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around 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

[imparator]

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 pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I''m the young pimp pardon my age
I don''t got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take ''em wit us, and run a train on ''em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa''
i go the college on the tour
I''m goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera''s by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon'' have to murder me
Burglary, I''m leavin wit cha nike''s bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re motes for liftin chairs
You ain''t rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I''m a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain''t gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it''s a damn shame y''all still local
I''m in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga

[50 Cent]
Still in the projects nigga, you ain''t goin nowhere
you gon'' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I''m supposed to tell you somethin…..
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain''t gon'' lie to you muthafucka, he ain''t goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin dirtbag

[imparator]

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

[imparator]

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
It''s best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh, nigga take that)
Or Jesus Christ can''t save you once you go gangsta, friend
(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
It''s best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh bwahh, bwahh nigga take that)
Or Jesus Christ can''t save you once you go gangsta, friend
(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)

[imparator]

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 eye 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

[imparator]

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

[imparator]

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

[imparator]

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

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
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 er er
cry me a river
cry me a river er er
YA YA

Oh
The damage is done
So i guess i be leavin

Oh
The damage is done
So i guess i be leavin

Oh
The damage is done
So i guess i be leavin

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

So
Cry me a river
Cry me a river er er
cry me a river
cry me a river er er
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

[imparator]

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 locin''
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 yellow
Punk pussy, who''s heart''s Jello, ''cause

[Chorus 2X]

[imparator]

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

[imparator]

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]
Don''t be stuck on the things they say
now you know it''s a nasty world (know it''s a nasty world)
I ain''t fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl You''s a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain''t never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)

[50
Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but you''s a big bitch man
Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat
That Burger King dun got your ass fat fat
McDonald''s dun got your ass fat fat
That Dominos dun got your ass fat fat
Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat

[Lloyd Banks]
I like ''em slim in the waste, curves in the right place
A bitch wit hips, lips, and a nice face
Your appetite''ll put a dent up in a nigga salary
You need to stop burnin that weed, and burn a calorie
Your attitude is like you always have gear
You got a pony tail, you ain''t always have hair
I just wanna see your Capri''s comin'' down
Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds

[Chorus]
Don''t be stuck on the things they say
now you know it''s a nasty world (know it''s a nasty world)
I ain''t fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl You''s a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain''t never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes

[50]
I''ll say something nice about ya eyes, cause you''s a big bitch man
Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat
Them Entenmann''s dun got your ass fat fat
Them Little Debbie''s dun got your ass fat fat
These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat
Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat

[Tony Yayo]
I ain''t no trick, I ain''t have to borrow with my wallet
Freakin'' off in your car, on your closet
It ain''t nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl
If you can cook your ass off, I''ll give you the world
You can be skinny or fat, white or black
Nigga pussy is pussy so, yeah, I''ll hit that
I''m a freak, sure I love minage a trois
And I really care lees if you twice my size

[Chorus]
Don''t be stuck on the things they say
now you know it''s a nasty world '' It''s a nasty world
I ain''t fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl You''s a nasty girl
I ain''t never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes

[50]
I''m a compliment your eyes
Yayo''ll fuck wit you big bitches but I''m a stay the fuck away from ya

Them Twinkies got your ass gettin'' fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin'' fat fat
That paint got your ass gettin'' fat fat
Bitch you grown, that ain''t baby fat fat

Stay the fuck away from, you fuckin fat bitch
Fuck wit Tony Yayo, ho

[Yazar]

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