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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"
"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
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 never 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)]
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 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 spit 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)]
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

Yeah
Don''t think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin'' around takin'' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin'' to impersonate Pink and 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 (kiss) 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]
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 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]
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 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]
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)

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)

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

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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