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50 Cent - Şarkı Sözleri 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 |
50CENT AFTER MY CHEDDA (chorus) When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl your after me cheddar And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl I''m after my cheddar (50 cent) I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes When I just wanna chill you wanna go out See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out You say I''m wrong when I dog yo ass like I should now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good (chorus) (Lloyd Banks) when you think about me grinding my fans You even got more watch on but it''s to much time on your hands They say behind every good man is a woman So tash pull up stash the cannon linen I''ll never be your chofuer to the mall You''ll learn to appreciate cd''s and posters on the wall fatal attractions is mad real Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil''s (chorus) (Tony Yayo) They say money make the world go round Material things make a hoe go down I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG Bitch I''m rich but I don''t trick on GP That''s 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts Bitch play the strip and put in work Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract Now I got to double up in case the condom snap (50 cent) Look don''t ask me for shit man I aint got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can''t sing bitch Bitch I''m Luther Vandross in the shower G UNIT! |
50CENT AS THE WORLD TURNS (50 Cent) uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money make the world go round, as the world turns Nigga I need money to main tainn Hustalin aint a gamee Nigga go and gets the grainn Gon'' get tore out the framee T.Vs in the Rangee I''m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc ainee and Herio anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought shit stay the samee Nigga shit gon'' change Put a bullet in your brainn Nigga at close range Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn Aint nuittin funny mangg I''m about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I''m sayin, What I''m sayin, I aint playin I''ll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee Crackers''ll put ya in chains Box''ll drive you insane Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain That whole loose? is ill You better crack the whip mang (Chorus 50 Cent) A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) 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 B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate az tryin me Hoes is a bidein me Media ride me King a the underground So the streets is steady hide in me Representin sure taste az The yay keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort I gots ta break a bastards back Tore em up, get em ready ta port Put em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill Gorilla pimpin If I have ta mack ya wife then I will It''s me and 50 Cent my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I''m on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even knoin Got you strippin and even hoe in You dont wanna let the pro in the door This what we showin A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) 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) |
50CENT BACK DOWN Yea, G G G G G UNIT! (G UNIT!) Ha ha... Chorus: 50 Cent It''s easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don''t BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol G You ask about me, the young boy don''t BACK DOWN Any living thing that cannot co exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids, I''ll fuckin erase them Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his Knight to be Suge You can buy cars but you can''t buy respect in the hood Maybe I''m so disrespectfu cuz to me you''re a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy... [Chorus] "This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That''s Ja''s lil punk ass thinkin out loud Southside, Tah died, that''s just how I get down I''m back in the game shawty, to Rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I''m the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It''s been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah''s crack child Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good I ain''t never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I''m back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I''m New York City''s own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain''t tellin anyone you pussy I ain''t tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain''t over.... (G UNIT) I''ve been patently waitin to BLOWW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun Now that I''m back, you can''t sleep I''m a nightmare huuhhhh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain''t goin no where, I done told you nigga I''ma G Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G UNIT |
50CENT BAD NEWS Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound''s in the house, bad news 40 Kal''s in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news [Lloyd Banks] I get little (?) mad cause I''m flossin'' bad I ain''t a wrestler, but I''ll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here at the horse''s head (?) Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks I don''t really like to exercise but I''ll push up on a bitch Y''all sweet like 99 bananas That''s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I''m just a playa that found out where the cokes know That''s why I''mma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man y''all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the 5th grade that''s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade [Chorus] I don''t like you, you don''t like me Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks'' back at it again) 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 |
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 |
50CENT BANKS WORKOUT [50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain''t as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit Nigga ain''t nuttin change You move I''ll blow your brains [Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent IN CAPS) These niggaz don''t really want war (nah) They just walk around frontin Cause I walk around stuntin Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea) If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh huh) Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO) I''m smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh huh) Not the type to go spark metal in Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea) Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn Everyday I got a new bitch and when I''m done wit her It''ll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN) You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I''m hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA) Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh huh) Remember I''m a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH HUH UH HUH) I know you wanna pop me but (but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send Sparks at you and I don''t mean Emilio or Bubba I''m aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas A pound and a philly hold the smuggler G Unit''s whats up right now The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown You gotta come a little harder, nigga You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA) You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe) And you mad cause you blowin on oregano You niggaz''ll never blow Anyone to step in my ring is brave I don''t know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR) Short stay leave her butt in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly I''m about to get this deal (uh huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka Seltzer pill I ain''t loud around a snitch (nah) I don''t crowd around a btich (nah) The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO) niggaz can''t stand the fact that I''m real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best (UH HUH) Bacardi at the chest(UH HUH) I''m similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest My success got suckers salty (salty) Blowin steam like a cup of coffee Click POW get these fuckas off me [50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain''t as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit Nigga ain''t nuttin change You move I''ll blow your brains Yea Lloyd Banks nigga Whats up nigga? It''s 50 nigga You fuckin wit him right? I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga Whats up nigga? What the fuck I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it poppin nigga Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga I don''t give a fuck if it''s 4 in the afternoon nigga Any where you see me nigga Lets go |
50CENT BE A GENTLEMAN [Chorus] It''s best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can''t save you once you go gangsta, friend [50 Cent] Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin'' Sticky and Ja I''ve movin'' on now, I got bigger fish to fry Since ''How to Rob'' a lot of niggas been naming names Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game Still niggas acting like I don''t get down or something Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something You gonna talk about your chips till we run in your crib And you gone ask dumb questions like "Can I Live?" Look, If I shoot you, I''m famous If you shoot me your brainless, you said it yourself I''m slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you Swift enough to snatch the mack and pop that at you Take it personal see if I won''t send you to hell I''ve done told Ton and Pok? they better have my bail But if its over a mil don''t put the crib up dun Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run [Chorus] 2x 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) |
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 |
50CENT BRING IT ALL TO ME [Natina] (Shamari) Yo, whoo this is hot, uh huh See what I believe (What ya believe Natina?) Yeah, I believe that Bring It All To Me Needs a remix, uh huh yeah (whoo!) like this Kick it ''Mari, uh [Shamari] I''ve been trying to figure you out for the longest time (uh huh) Everybody claims they don''t know you''re name (1 9 yeah) You appear to be someone I''ve danced with before And now I shall unmask to reveal your game (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I want you to come (come on) 1 & 150; [Brandi] Your man fading in and out And your man ain''t doin'' it right All you gotta do is say Baby bring it all to me 2 [Blaque] And I want you to come Dance with me, come and dance with me Romance with me (my baby oh yeah) Don''t be shy It''s a natural high baby And I want you to come Dance with me, come and dance with me Romance with me (my baby oh yeah) Don''t be shy It''s a natural high baby And bring it all to me [Shamari](Natina) The shadows blocking my place move over right now (towards me) Don''t give me away cause I still wanna know his name, please (Yo, yo, yeah) I don''t care how long it takes just to know him again (uh huh) I just wanna dance the night away And I want you to come (come on, dance) 3 & 150; [Brandi] You can''t tell me that this joint ain''t hot I know how to make your body rock All you gotta do is say Baby bring it all to me Repeat 2 [Shamari](Natina) Feel me as I am to you I just wanna know your name (Let''s make it hot, come on, come on, come on, let''s make it hot) Why do I feel like a fool? (Everybody in the club make it hot) I might as well not complain (Yo, yo, yo, yo, 50!) [50 Cent](Natina) Shorty if you really want it Then you can get it the way you move Making me wanna hit it, I admit Got what you said stuck in my head And I can''t forget it Waking up hearing (Don''t stop get it, get it) Here go my number girl you can call me (bring!!!) In the middle of the night if you want me Listing the paper ain''t no wishing baby I''mma let you ball with me Just as long as you bring it all to me, come on [Natina] Yo, ay yo 1999 stole the spot Blowin'' it up, making it hot This is how it''s going down [50 Cent] *first line runs with Natina''s last line* This is how it''s going down See us on the yacht or in the drop Money we making a lot I bet they wanna know what''s next [Natina](50 Cent) Yo what''s the deal? Recording the track 50 and Blaque (Baby you know about that) Yo while we making y''all dance Say baby bring it all to me, come on Repeat 2 Repeat 2 w/ Natina ad libs [Natina] LA I want ya to dance with me Atlanta I want ya to dance with me New York I want ya to dance with me World wide I want ya to dance with me LA I want ya to dance with me Atlanta I want ya to dance with me New York I want ya to dance with me World wide baby bring it all to me Repeat 1 & 3 [Natina] Uh huh, yeah |
50CENT CORNER BODEGA [50 Cent] Aight, check this shit out Y''all niggaz gon'' stay in the car I''m''a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don''t come out, y''all come in The money stays in the car ''til I say so... Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y''all niggaz is workin'' wit'' for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like I''m fam I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go I got a spot and I can''t afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit'' ya Man? Standin'' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain''t on no funny shit I''m on some get this money shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DA I sold dope in VA my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA I''ll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don''t remind me If I catch another case I''ma kill Guiliani It ain''t even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin ''round the projects on Mountain Bikes [Chorus repeat 2X] NY ain''t the same, it''s OT playa you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man [50 singing] Now, if you come to 1 3 4 and I''m not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down About my money man, about my money man |
50CENT CRY ME A RIVER (REMIX) (50 Cent) She aint that chick from the burbs thats a stranger to drama She that uptown girl wit the cocky personna When out my way to let her know that I want her I told her I know for sure we belong together and I wouldnt break her heart my intentions are better And I shared the same dreams she had about chedda When the D''s came she was down to hold the BARETTA I got a thing for baby girl It''s me and her against the world (Justin Timberlake) You were my sun, you were my earth but you didnt know all the ways I loved you, no So you took a chance, made other plans But I betcha didnt think that they would come crashin down, no You don''t have to say, What cha did I already know, I found out from HIM now theres just no chance with you and me there will never be don''t it make you sad about it you told me you love me Why did you leave me all alone now you tell me you need me When you call me on the phone Girl I refuse you must have me confused with some other guy the bridges were burned now its your turn,To cry Cry me a river Cry me a river er er cry me a river cry me a river er er YA YA You know that they say somethings are better left Unsaid It wasnt like you only talked to him And you know it (Dont act like you don''t know it) all of these things people told me keep messin with my head shoulda been honesty then you may not have thought it 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 |
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 1 [Next] I''m all alone and I''m trippin'' my girl I keep on missin Got me fiendin'' for the kitten I call but she don''t listen I make the decision to handle my own business Back and forth with the rhythm Till I make the jizm I''m a jerk [R.L.] I e mailed you, tried the cell too Tried to contact you But I failed too Pants swelled too What should I do? Touch myself? When I thought about you [50 Cent] Yo, yo at the end of the road Home sick than being sick of home I''d rather have a short to help me Then do it on my own Check me out I''d rather beat my own dick than trick That''s a quote from BIG I take it back ya dig? I play the block to get my work off D''s come I murk off Do a bid for rape fuck that I''d rather jerk off Listen time''s money so I''m only into quickies I''m not a pretty boy so I ain''t never been picky I make it real easy for you to bop to this Man I pop the Cris and I rock the wrist New CL 500 I''mma cop this shit It only come hard top so I''mma chop this shit Ballers they don''t chase chicks they chase chips Champagne you take sips they guzzle the shit Only a selected few can rock to this Kaygee, 50 Cent, Next, ya stoppin'' this? Repeat 1 (2x) Loving me like me Especially when wife be acting funny Cause it don''t need for no money And it can be so lovely Take your hand and aim to please Don''t drip a drip on your Dungarees Take a towel and cover your jeans Move it back and forth till you see babies Repeat 1 (2x) I''m a jerk, if your a jerk How do it work? Show me how you move it back and forth now baby For the guys and the girls Move it all around now work, oh yeah |
50CENT JUST FUCKIN'' AROUND [50 Cent] You can hum all you want to Cum all you want to But I ain''t gon'' want you If nobody wants you You like the smiles n the dimples on my face BITCH that''s a bullet wound I ain''t MASE! 50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin'' tonight I got some dro, got some henny We can go and get right I ain''t never been arrested for nothing domestic But I ain''t gon'' lie I''ll punch a bitch in the eye Look, don''t play games with me baby The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP! I don''t wanna make love I just wanna fuck I''m only in town tonight If you give me some head Tony, give you some head A''ight Cause I ain''t giving you no head, bitch Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though Nada Mean That''s why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha Alright now, Sha let''s get to some hard shit! [Beat Changes] [50 Cent] If I make it to heaven I''ll probably be in the bitch lonely Walk around saying, ''Everybody in hell know me'' You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies You probably thinking how he get there That nigga my coatie The weather in hell is kinda hot You know like the block I heard it really burns Homie, you know like a shot That''s alright for me shit Cause Im in the drop Drive around heavy Tryna find BIG and PAC Niggaz think when they die All they problems stop You die in jail, and wake up in hell Still on lock Imagine if you stole something and you got shot Wake up holdin'' your head, still shot Niggaz don'' died of AIDS You know the dirty dick Wake up in hell horny Fidna fuck the same bitch DAMN Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH The only nigga hotter than me Dead already nigga I know what you thinkin You thinkin that''s it Yeah nigga let''s just keep it short and sweet You know! |
50CENT LIFE''S ON THE LINE Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that''s okay Cause I don''t like y''all anyway ... And I don''t like y''all anyway Fuck all y''all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Whattup homie For bitches who don''t know me ... They wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me [Verse One] I came into rap humble, I don''t give a fuck now Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown Coke price go up, cats is come down The D''s run in my crib, I''m nowhere to be found The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks They keep it on ''em, right there in they ass crack When I don''t like a nigga, I don''t pretend to I''ll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu Look, I ain''t goin nowhere, so get used to me OG''s look at me and see what they used to be I''m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain''t in his right mind, goin against me My picture''s painted through words that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! (I don''t believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don''t believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life''s on the line!) [Verse Two] Y''all niggaz don''t want no parts of me I''m tryna figure out how y''all started me Make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I''m not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I''m handsome I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It''s no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on ''em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on ''em" Beef, you don''t want none, so don''t start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son [Hook] [Verse Three] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That''s why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV''s in the dash, pa See ''em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain''t tryin I ain''t lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here''s a list of MC''s that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm Jay Z and Nas I''ma say this shit now and never again We ain''t buddies, we ain''t partners and we damn sure ain''t friends The games you playin, you get killed like that Actin like you all hard, you ain''t built like that See me when you see me nigga, one (one) [Hook] Y''all niggaz don''t want no parts of me I''m tryna figure out how y''all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six |
50CENT MANY MEN (WISH DEATH) [Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I''m hungry as a motherfucker [50 Cent] Ay yo man, damn what''s taking homie so long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [Intro: 50 Cent singing] Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I can''t see I''m trying to be what I''m destined to be And niggaz trying to take my life away I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon'' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me Cause I''ll come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death ''pon me Lord I don''t cry no more Don''t look to the sky no more Have mercy on me [Verse One] Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain''t dead I''m the diamond in the dirt, that ain''t been found I''m the underground king and I ain''t been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I''m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I''ve been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go''head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain''t over [Chorus singing] Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death ''pon me Lord I don''t cry no more Don''t look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me [Verse Two] Some days wouldn''t be special, if it wasn''t for rain Joy wouldn''t feel so good, if it wasn''t for pain Death gotta be easy, ''cause life is hard It''ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars I don''t see only god can judge me, ''cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I''m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? [Chorus] [Verse Three] Every night I talk to god, but he don''t say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn''t know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain''t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can''t read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it''s clear that I''m here, for a real reason ''Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain''t fucking breathing [Chorus] |
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