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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

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

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]

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]
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

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"
Styles "I don''t give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I''m just, I''m just, I''m just the best"
Styles "I don''t give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I''m even, even better than before"
Styles "I don''t give a fuck who you are"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I''m just, I''m just, I''m just the best"

[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

Nigga guess who''s bizzack
It''s not Beanie Sieg'' or Jay Hov''
50 Cent y''all niggas should know
Don''t make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo''
You punk nigga I done told you before
Nigga guess who''s bizzack
It''s not Beanie Sieg'' or Jay Hov''
50 Cent y''all niggas should know
Don''t make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo''
You punk nigga I done told you before

... 50 cent
And I''m back to act up so strap up
Funk Flex
Kingpin style
Ya heard me
C''mon, c''mon
Make me cut something
Make me bust something
C''mon, c''mon
I want you to
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
(50 Cent talking over beat)
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
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
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)
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
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

(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)
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
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

(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)
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
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
Get out the club BITCH

(50 Cent talking over beat)
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