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+**************************************************
+In da Club[Produced by Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo]
+
+[Intro]
+Go, go, go, go, go, go
+Go shawty, it's your birthday
+We gon' party like it's your birthday
+And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
+And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday
+
+[Chorus]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+
+[Verse 1]
+When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh)
+When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty nines in the club (Yeah)
+Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
+When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna fuck (Woo)
+Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: hoes down, G's up
+I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! (Roll it!)
+If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
+Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)
+In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh)
+They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
+But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah)
+And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh-huh)
+I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
+Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Woo)
+Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh-huh)
+Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay)
+[Chorus]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed)
+
+[Bridge]
+My flow, my show brought me the dough
+That bought me all my fancy things
+My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
+Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah)
+
+[Verse 2]
+And you should love it way more than you hate it
+Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Woo)
+I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
+You that faggot-ass nigga tryin' to pull me back, right?
+When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on
+I wink my eye at yo' bitch, if she smiles, she gone
+If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
+If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned
+I'ma tell you what Banks told me:
+"Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up
+If niggas hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up"
+Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'
+They know where we fuckin' be
+[Chorus]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
+
+[Outro]
+Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga
+We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga
+G-UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+21 Questions[Intro: 50 Cent]
+New York City
+You are now rappin'
+With 50 Cent
+You gotta love it
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I just wanna chill and twist the lah
+Catch stunts 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 want to see you cry
+Got some questions that I got to ask
+And I hope you can come up with the answers, babe
+
+[Chorus: 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?
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+If I fell 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 hooptie 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 get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive
+I'm askin' questions to find out how you feel inside
+If I ain't rap ‘cause I flip burgers at Burger King
+Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feelin' me?
+In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that?
+If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
+Now we could have a little drink, you know, a nightcap
+And we could go do what you like, I know you like that
+[Chorus: 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?
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin'?
+Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'?
+Are you mad ‘cause I'm askin' 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 starin' at you, tryna figure how you got in them jeans
+If I was down, would you say things to make me smile?
+I'll 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?
+We only humans, girl, we make mistakes
+To make it up, I'll do whatever it take
+I love you like a fat kid love cake
+You know my style, I say anything to make you smile
+[Chorus: 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?
+
+[Outro: Nate Dogg]
+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 usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Many Men (Wish Death)[Skit: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
+Man, we gotta go get somethin' to eat
+Man, I'm hungry as a motherfucker
+Ayo man, damn
+What's takin' homie so long, son?
+50, calm down, he coming
+(*nine gunshots*)
+Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?!
+Ah, son, pull off, pull off
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Many men wish death upon me
+Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see
+I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be
+And niggas tryin' to take my life away (C'mon)
+I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' 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
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+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 1: 50 Cent]
+Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' 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, somethin' special happened every time
+I'm the greatest, somethin' 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 my waist, chip on my shoulder
+Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+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 'pon me
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Sunny 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 is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars
+For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars
+I don't say "Only God can judge me," ‘cause I see things clear
+Crooked-ass 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 niggas ride on me
+I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie?
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+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 'pon me
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back
+I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat
+In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me
+Psychic says some bitch done 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 Tut got knocked
+I ain't gon' spell it out for you mu'fuckas all the time
+Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines?
+In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around
+"Hommo" 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 fuckin' breathin'
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+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 'pon meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Patiently Waiting[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right?
+(Ha-ha-ha) I owe you for this one
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
+You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
+And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
+If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
+Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 (Yeah)
+The Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined (Uh-huh)
+Shit, I ain't even got to try to shine (Woo)
+God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain
+I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame
+Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
+50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan
+Picture me, pen in hand, writin' lines knowin' The Source will quote it
+When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
+I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?
+I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
+In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel
+Lookin' for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
+If I get shot today, my phone'll stop ringin' again
+These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
+You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
+And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
+If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)
+I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
+You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
+And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
+If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)
+
+[Bridge 1: Eminem]
+You've been patiently waitin' to make it through all the hatin'
+Debatin' whether or not you can even weather the storm
+As you lay on the table, they operatin' to save you
+It's like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above
+[Verse 2: Eminem]
+They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it, shit, basically
+They're just playin' sick, they ain't shit, they ain't sayin' shit—spray 'em, 50
+A to the K, get in the way, I'll bring Dre and them with me
+And turn this day into fuckin' mayhem, you stayin' with me?
+Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you
+When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
+You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you?
+You know what's comin'? You motherfuckers don't even know, do you?
+Take some Big and some Pac and you mix 'em up in a pot
+Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
+You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
+The juggernauts to this rap shit, like it or not
+It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
+You put your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot
+Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot
+Shit, what you know about death threats, 'cause I get a lot
+Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
+Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
+Better evacuate all children (Woo), it's nuclear showers
+There's nothin' spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
+You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
+And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
+If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)
+
+[Bridge 2: 50 Cent]
+If the gun squad hearin' all the shots go off
+It's 50, they say it's 50
+See a nigga laid out with his fuckin' top blown off
+It's 50—man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+You know you shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house (Yeah)
+And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
+'Cause I'll break your face (Uh-huh)
+Have your ass runnin', mumblin' to the jake
+You goin' against me, dawg, you're makin' a mistake
+I'll split ya, leave you lookin' like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers
+I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper (Uh-huh)
+The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper (Flipper)
+Your bitch a regular bitch, you callin' her wifey
+I fucked and feed her fast food, you keepin' her icey
+I'm down to sell records but not my soul
+Snoop said this in '94, "We don't love them hoes"
+I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich
+See the twenties spinnin' lookin' mean on the 6
+Niggas wearin' flags 'cause the colors match they clothes
+They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, motherfucker
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
+You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
+And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
+If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)
+I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
+You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
+And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
+If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Life[Chorus: Adam Levine]
+My, yeah, yeah, mmm
+My life, my life
+Makes me wanna run away
+There's no place to go
+No place to go
+All the confusion
+It's an illusion, like a movie
+Got nowhere to go
+Nowhere to run and hide
+No matter how hard I try, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, '03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
+Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch
+I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
+Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick
+Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
+‘Cause I'm not writin' anymore, they not makin' hits
+I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
+If money's evil, look at all the evil I done earned
+I'm doin' what I'm supposed to
+I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepreneur
+Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—what's it to ya?
+The track I lace it, it's better than basic
+This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
+[Chorus: Adam Levine]
+My life, my life
+Makes me wanna run away
+There's no place to go
+No place to go
+All the confusion
+It's an illusion, like a movie
+Got nowhere to go
+Nowhere to run and hide
+No matter how hard I try, yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Eminem & 50 Cent]
+While you were sippin' your own Kool-Aid gettin' your buzz heavy
+I was in the fuckin' shed, sharpenin' my machete
+Sippin' on some of that revenge juice, gettin' my taste buds ready
+To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even?
+I think you fuckin' meatballs keep on just forgettin'
+Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginnin'
+He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offendin'! (Yeah!)
+He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the
+Motherfuckin' wall with 3000 volts of electricity
+Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each
+One of your eye sockets 'cause I thought you might finally fuckin' see
+That'll teach you to go voicin' your cocksuckin' opinion to me
+I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin'
+Up! You’re gonna end up regrettin' you ever betted against me
+Feels like I'ma snap any minute
+Yeah, it's happenin' again
+And I'm thinkin' about just sayin', "Motherfuck everybody that's up in this bitch but 50!"
+‘Cause this is all I know
+This is why so hard I go
+I swear to God I put my heart and soul
+In this more than anybody knows
+I'm trapped, so all I do is rap
+But every time I rap I'm more trapped
+And I rap myself right to this bubble
+Oh I guess it's bubble wrap (Haha)
+It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
+Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
+Feels like I'm goin' psycho again (Ch, ch, ch, ch)
+And I might just blow my lid
+Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
+‘Cause I'm runnin' in circles with—
+[Chorus: Adam Levine]
+My life, my life
+Makes me wanna run away
+There's no place to go
+No place to go
+All the confusion
+It's an illusion, like a movie
+Got nowhere to go
+Nowhere to run and hide
+No matter how hard I try, yeah
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+I haven't been this fuckin' confused since I was a kid
+Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
+Maybe this is for me, maybe
+Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
+Maybe I'll do it 3 a.m. in the morning like Shady
+Psycho killer, Michael Myers
+I'm on fire like a lighter
+Try to say this ain't classic, get yo' ass kicked mad quick
+Wrap your head up in plastic
+Pussy, now pick the casket
+Dirt nap with the maggots, it's tragic
+It's sad, it's never gonna end
+Now we number one again
+With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate
+Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given
+Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin' thing livin'
+[Chorus: Adam Levine]
+My life, my life
+Makes me wanna run away
+There's no place to go
+No place to go
+All the confusion
+It's an illusion, like a movie
+Got nowhere to go
+Nowhere to run and hide
+No matter how hard I try, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+P.I.M.P.[Produced by Mr. Porter]
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Now, Shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
+She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
+That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
+She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her, 'cause they want her
+I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
+A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
+Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
+I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
+She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
+She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
+I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some head
+I'm that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some bread
+I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
+Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
+Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
+You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P (P!)
+[Chorus]
+I don't know what you heard about me (Woo!)
+But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Me)
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+
+[Bridge]
+I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
+If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
+Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
+Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P
+Come get money with me if you curious to see
+How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
+Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV
+From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
+
+[Verse 2]
+Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball
+We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
+We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
+If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
+I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
+If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
+That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
+I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch
+[Chorus]
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty)
+
+[Verse 3]
+I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
+I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
+I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused
+She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes
+I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper
+Man, this ho, you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
+Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
+This ain't no secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low
+Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
+Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
+Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
+The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
+Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
+'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six
+Ho, make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch
+Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick
+[Chorus]
+I don't know what you heard about me (Yeah)
+But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Woo!)
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (Huh-uh)
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+I don't know what you heard about me (Huh-uh)
+But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Yeah)
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no b'ness like show b'ness"
+In the hood they say, "There's no b'ness like ho b'ness", you know?
+They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster
+I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch
+Ha-ha-ha, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Candy Shop[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, uh-huh
+So seductive
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
+I'll take you to the candy shop
+I'll let you lick the lollipop
+Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
+Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa
+I'll take you to the candy shop (Yeah)
+Want one taste of what I got? (Uh-huh)
+I'll have you spendin' all you got (Come on)
+Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You could have it your way, how do you want it?
+You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it?
+Temperature risin', okay, let's go to the next level
+Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle
+I'll break it down for you now, baby, it's simple
+If you be a nympho, I be a nympho
+In the hotel or in the back of the rental
+On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
+Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
+Have your friends teasin' you 'bout how sprung I got you
+Wanna show me you could work it, baby? No problem
+Get on top, then get to bounce around like a low rider
+I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
+After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick
+I'm tryin' to explain, baby, the best way I can
+I'll melt in your mouth, girl, not in your hand (Ha-ha)
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
+I'll take you to the candy shop
+I'll let you lick the lollipop
+Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
+Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa
+I'll take you to the candy shop
+Want one taste of what I got?
+I'll have you spendin' all you got
+Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
+Girl, what we do (What we do)
+And where we do (And where we do)
+The things we do (Things we do)
+Are just between me and you, yeah (Oh yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Give it to me, baby, nice and slow
+Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
+You ain't never heard a sound like this before
+'Cause I ain't never put it down like this
+Soon as I come through the door
+She get to pullin' on my zipper
+It's like it's a race, who can get undressed quicker
+Isn't it ironic, how erotic it is to watch her in thongs?
+Had me thinkin' 'bout that ass after I'm gone
+I touched the right spot at the right time
+Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
+So seductive, you should see the way she whine
+Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
+Long as she ain't stoppin', homie, and I ain't stoppin'
+Drippin' wet with sweat, man, it's on and poppin'
+All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on
+And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
+I'll take you to the candy shop
+I'll let you lick the lollipop
+Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
+Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa
+I'll take you to the candy shop
+Want one taste of what I got?
+I'll have you spendin' all you got
+Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa
+I'll take you to the candy shop
+I'll let you lick the lollipop
+Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
+Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa
+I'll take you to the candy shop
+Want one taste of what I got?
+I'll have you spendin' all you got
+Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m the Man[Produced by Sonny Digital]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
+Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
+Every ghetto I know the same
+We trying to make a little change
+Preacher man come around talkin'
+I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
+I'ma put the powder in the pot
+Whip it 'till I'm pullin' off a lot
+Imagine when I pull it off the lot
+New shit come without a top
+Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop
+Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop
+
+[Interlude: Sonny Digital]
+I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
+I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Aye, came in the game gettin' money
+Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money
+Niggas get to playin' with the money
+Clique bang for the money
+Shit changed over money
+They love to see a nigga on the bottom
+Catch it coming, gotta keep it on the low
+A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole
+Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's
+Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
+Shorty wanna fuck with me
+Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga
+Lady, she gon' hit my line
+We ain't gon' waste no time
+She sucking and we fucking like she need me
+While she make a bankroll easy
+All the light in the room from the T.V
+We gettin' it on then I'm gone
+It's the type of shit that a nigga be on
+[Pre-Hook: 50 Cent]
+Too much on my mind right now
+I'm on the grind right now
+Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
+I got my nine right now
+Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
+I ain't fucking around right now
+Better get in line right now
+Or fuck around and die right now
+Hope you understand that
+
+[Hook: Sonny Digital]
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I'm a bonafide grade A hustler
+A1, day 1, they can't touch us
+Nigga like me, I be with the shit
+Try and stick me I'ma get you hit
+Yeah, you know just how I get down
+Bad bitches around, they smoking and they drinking
+And I'm thinking it can all work out
+Seen your bitch back blown out
+It's never nothing personal, believe me
+I fuck around, your bitch don't wanna leave me
+She talking 'bout takin' flights tonight when I'm out of town
+Not around, she want me to fly in to put it down
+It's nothing to a real nigga, had that ass flying in first class
+'Cause you seem to be regular, she don't want nothing regular
+Turn me on when she talk Spanish, that fat ass
+You know I wanna get with it, so lady let's get it
+[Pre-Hook: 50 Cent]
+Too much on my mind right now
+I'm on the grind right now
+Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
+I got my nine right now
+Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
+I ain't fucking around right now
+Better get in line right now
+Or fuck around and die right now
+Hope you understand that
+
+[Hook: Sonny Digital]
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Up[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, uh-huh
+They don't do it how we do
+Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
+Everything new
+Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I'm 'round the bullshit like a matador
+I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy
+Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
+Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
+Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
+That pussy make a weak nigga break down
+So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks
+You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat
+I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me
+Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from
+I’m a Southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine
+You be that next nigga coroners come outline
+You ain’t made of what I’m made of
+You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers
+Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
+What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+We on now; we pullin’ off the lot
+Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top
+Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
+Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop
+Y’all don’t do it how we do
+Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
+Everything new
+Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
+We up, nigga!
+[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
+Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
+Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
+Guns in your video get you locked in a bing
+Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
+Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
+Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
+Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
+Should have been a bitch in pajamas
+I made my first million fucking dollars
+Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
+Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
+I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody
+I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
+Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single
+20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib
+I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+We on now; we pullin’ off the lot
+Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top
+Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
+Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop
+Y’all don’t do it how we do
+Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
+Everything new
+Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
+We up, nigga!
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
+D colored VS stones around my neck bitch
+It feels like a nigga dreamin’
+Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’
+Bulls eye, that’s what we came for
+The bread, now a nigga run the game boy
+I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
+Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
+No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
+I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+We on now; we pullin’ off the lot
+Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top
+Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
+Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop
+Y’all don’t do it how we do
+Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
+Everything new
+Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
+We up, nigga!
+
+[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
+‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring
+Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
+Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
+Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
+Living life with no worries
+My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
+Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e
+M-Zone Rida Gang end the story
+Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
+She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
+Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring
+Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
+You so special, bedroom or restroom
+Just keep performing, go girl
+About to film a movie, guess who's starringEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Best Friend[Intro]
+Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
+(I've waited
+I've waited
+Time went by
+But all I could do is cry
+Silly, silly)
+
+[Chorus]
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Girl, I'll be your best friend
+If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
+Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)
+Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Girl, I'll be your best friend
+If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
+Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)
+Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friend
+[Verse 1]
+First we get to talkin, then we get to touchin
+If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin
+I kiss like the french do, I put my tongue in your ear
+Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair
+For me a different scenery just mean a different position
+In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
+In the chopper or on the jet, join the mile high club
+I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
+But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know
+Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
+See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
+With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine
+If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
+But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
+When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
+Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly
+
+[Chorus]
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Girl, I'll be your best friend
+If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
+Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Girl, I'll be your best friend
+If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
+Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)
+Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friend
+[Verse 2]
+While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
+When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
+I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
+Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
+Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
+And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
+That's the swagger you come with when you come from New York
+I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
+Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
+If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
+I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
+I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
+'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
+I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
+I get into you, after I take off my clothes
+Girl I been into you, mentally long before
+
+[Chorus]
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Girl, I'll be your best friend
+If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
+Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Girl, I'll be your best friend
+If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
+Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)
+Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friendEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wanksta[Produced by J-Praize]
+
+[Intro]
+Woo! Yeah
+It's 50 a.k.a. Ferrari F-50
+Break it down
+I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die
+And I ain't got time to waste
+Let's make it
+
+[Verse 1]
+You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
+We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
+You ain't no friend of mine (Yeah!), you ain't no kin of mine (C'mon!)
+What makes you think that I won't run up on you with a 9? (Uh-huh)
+We do this all the time (What?), right now we on the grind (Yeah)
+So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin' nicks and dimes (Uh-huh)
+Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine
+An ass like that gotta be one of a kind (Woo!)
+I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line
+I'm fuckin' with they mind, I make 'em press rewind
+They know they can't shine if I'm around to rhyme
+Been on parole since '94 'cause I commit the crime
+I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine
+The D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes
+[Chorus]
+You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
+We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
+You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin'
+You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
+You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
+We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
+You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
+You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+Damn, homie
+In high school you was the man, homie
+The fuck happened to you?
+I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the cheddar (Uh-huh)
+Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon' meet my Beretta
+Now Shorty think I'ma sweat her (Uh-huh) sippin' on Amaretto (Yeah)
+I might hit once, then dead her, I know I can do better
+She look good, but I know she after my cheddar
+She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie, and I ain't gon' let her
+Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
+We in the club doin' the same old two-step
+Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out
+'Cause we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out
+
+[Chorus]
+You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
+We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
+You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin'
+You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
+You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
+We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
+You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
+You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
+[Bridge]
+Me I'm no mobster, me I'm no gangsta
+Me I'm no hitman (Yeah), me I'm just me, me
+Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no actor
+But it's me you see on your TV
+
+[Verse 3]
+'Cause I hustle, baby, this rap shit is so easy
+I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy (Woo!)
+By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
+When you play me close for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
+Niggas sayin' they gon' murk 50, how?
+We ridin' 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
+What you know about AK's and AR-15's
+Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh?
+
+[Chorus]
+You say you gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
+We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
+You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
+You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
+You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
+We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
+You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
+You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
+[Outro]
+Aha! Damn, homieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ghetto Qu’ran (Forgive Me)[Produced by Trackmasters]
+
+[Intro]
+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 and again and again
+
+[Verse 1]
+When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the Team
+See, niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
+For all you slow motherfuckers, I'ma break it down iller
+See, Preme was the business man and Prince was the killer
+Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
+His hair'll get you seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
+The roll with E-Z Wider, then they ain't get blunted
+Had the whole projects working for 50 on 500
+As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
+I used to idolize Cat
+Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap
+How he go out like that?
+Rumors in the hood was Just was snitching
+I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSXR
+Had the 4-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
+Used to drive his truck through the hood dragging jet skis
+From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
+Of how freely I throw out names of guys who dealt with pies
+Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect
+Them niggas who shot them got 'em for ten bricks
+Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
+[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 and again and again
+
+[Verse 2]
+That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
+Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Qu'ran
+I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe
+And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
+Throughout my struggles in the hood, I started learning
+Life's a bitch with a pretty face, but she burning
+Man I'ma get cheese like Chaz then run through whips like Cigar
+Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tah-Tah
+Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing
+Go against crews like Bebo and killers like Pappy Mason
+A lot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth
+Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
+I know some cats that held down whole complexes like Corley 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 Laurelton sold
+Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louis Vuitton interior
+Might sound like I'm fantasizing, but son I'm dead serious
+Montana was no dummy, brought business to wash the money
+Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
+Feds couldn't catch him dirty, so settled for tax evasion
+[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 and again and again
+
+[Verse 3]
+Rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about, yo
+The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
+Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy
+Jamaican Pauly, Duckie Corley
+Ronnie Bumps and Chick... shit
+A lot of niggas flow the way I flow
+But ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
+Writing 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
+Coming up I heard sipping too much booze'll leave you confused
+And if you watch the news you see players in this game that lose
+I'm forgetting Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
+Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
+In a conversation over shrimp and lobster
+At Benihana's, heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners
+Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
+If the flow don't kill you the MAC will
+[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 and again and againEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hustler’s Ambition[Sample: Maze]
+Like the fire needs the air
+I won't burn unless you're there, you're there
+Oooh I need you
+Like the fire needs the air
+I won't burn unless you're there, you're there
+Oooh I need you
+
+[Intro - over Sample]
+Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate
+So I can use you for your energy
+You know, it's real shit, feel this
+
+[Verse 1]
+America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me
+Black Chukkas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle
+I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal
+Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle
+The women in my life bring confusion and shit
+So like Nino in "New Jack," I holla "Cancel that bitch!"
+Look at me, this is the life I chose
+Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze
+I built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know
+I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
+Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do'
+O after O, you know?
+Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming
+I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'
+Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see
+The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
+[Chorus]
+I want the finer things in my life
+So I hustle (Hustle)
+Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine
+And I'll buck you (Buck you)
+I don't care who you run with, or where you from
+Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you)
+I want the finer things in my life
+So I hustle (Hustle)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, I don't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks
+And black talons start flying when a nigga flip
+I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
+Man my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50
+Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit
+Send me them seeds, I'll grow them what they need
+Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic
+And I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it
+I sell anything I'm a hustler, I know how to grind
+Step on grapes, put it in water and tell you it's wine
+If you analyze me, what you will find
+Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind
+Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
+If rap was the block or a spot, I'd be that potent product
+Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
+And you can locate me wherever that dope be
+Getting money man
+[Chorus]
+I want the finer things in my life
+So I hustle (Hustle)
+Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine
+And I'll buck you (Buck you)
+I don't care who you run with, or where you from
+Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you)
+I want the finer things in my life
+So I hustle (Hustle)
+
+[Verse 3]
+It's the Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision
+Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'
+The drama means nothing, it's part of the game
+Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains
+I upgrade from dirty "BS" to clean VS
+Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot
+I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
+Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin
+I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
+Now I can invite your ass out to my estate
+Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
+Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake
+I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
+Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me
+The feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me
+Racist, pointing at me, "Look at Niggaraci" - hello
+[Chorus]
+I want the finer things in my life
+So I hustle (Hustle)
+Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine
+And I'll buck you (Buck you)
+I don't care who you run with, or where you from
+Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you)
+I want the finer things in my life
+So I hustle (Hustle)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Big Rich Town[Chorus: Joe]
+They say this is a big, rich town
+I just come from the poorest part
+Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
+This is where it goes down
+I just happen to come up hard
+Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twist and turns
+Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn
+I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
+It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper
+Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven
+That corner every 15 minutes they moving seven
+Pure snow, bag it then watch it go
+Occupational options, get some blow or some hoes
+Shoot the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack
+Fuck it, man, in the mean time go ahead and pump a pack
+This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce
+That 007, that 62 on my count
+I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers
+Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her ''baby, I love it''
+You're my inspiration, you're my motivation
+You're the reason that I'm moving it with no hesitation
+[Chorus: Joe]
+They say this is a big, rich town
+I just come from the poorest part
+Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
+This is where it goes down
+I just happen to come up hard
+Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while I make a move
+Manuever around the rats and wolves, I'm from the school
+Of hard knocks, shots pop, bodies drop
+Graveyard, pick a block cause niggas want your spots
+I'm trying to stack shit then I go legit
+Hollow tip, stuff 'em in a clip case niggas trip
+My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties
+I'm supposed to lose, watch me win against the odds
+All I got is my word, balls and my instinct
+I'm trying to make it, we already made it my friends think
+We already on top, I got a bigger plan
+No more controlled substances or hand to hand
+White collar visions, game changing mission
+Big risks, big wins, equal bigger living
+Perfect position, watch me transition
+From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky
+[Chorus: Joe]
+They say this is a big, rich town
+I just come from the poorest part
+Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
+This is where it goes down
+I just happen to come up hard
+Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m the Man (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
+Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
+Every ghetto I know the same
+We tryna make a little change
+Preacher man come around talkin'
+I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
+I'ma put the powder in the pot
+Whip it 'til I'm pullin' off a lot
+Imagine when I pull it off the lot
+New shit come without a top
+Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop
+Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop
+
+[Interlude: Chris Brown]
+I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
+I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Ayy, came in the game gettin' money
+Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money
+Niggas get to playin' with the money
+Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money
+They love to see a nigga on the bottom
+Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low
+A nigga plug bless a nigga with a hoe
+Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's
+Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
+Shawty wanna fuck with me
+Strippin', yeah, the jiggy, nigga
+Later, she gon' hit my line
+We ain't gon' waste no time
+She suckin' and we fuckin' like she need me
+While she make a bankroll easy
+All the light in the room from the T.V.
+We gettin' it on then I'm gone
+It's the type of shit that a nigga be on
+[Pre-Hook: 50 Cent]
+Too much on my mind right now
+I'm on the grind right now
+Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
+I got my .9 right now
+Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
+I ain't fuckin' round right now
+Better get in line right now
+Or fuck around and die right now
+Hope you understand that
+
+[Hook: Chris Brown]
+Bitch, I'm the man
+Ho, I'm the man
+You know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man
+Ho, I'm the man
+You know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man
+Ho, I'm the man
+You know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man
+Ho, I'm the man
+You know I'm the man
+
+[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
+Came in the game gettin' money
+I fuck with all the bitches gettin' money
+But you love playin' games with the corny shit
+Messin' with a nigga, only bought it 'cause I want it
+You love to see a nigga at the bottom
+You tried to come up, you don't keep it on the low
+They like a drug, don't like you to call them hoes
+I'm tryna break a booty down like 36 O's
+I think I love a big fat A-O-D, make that bitch cum for free
+Look at mommy shake it, I'ma call her, she gon' hit my line, fall in love every time
+But if I don't pay, she gon' leave me, never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces
+And I believe it, I ain't think this shit was easy, who am I now?
+[Pre-Hook: 50 Cent]
+Too much on my mind right now
+I'm on the grind right now
+Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
+I got my .9 right now
+Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
+I ain't fuckin' round right now
+Better get in line right now
+Or fuck around and die right now
+Hope you understand that
+
+[Hook: Chris Brown]
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
+Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
+
+[Outro: Chris Brown]
+Know I'm the man, hoe I'm the man
+Think she ain't special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw
+They not on my level, that's why I look at you different, yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Window Shopper[Intro]
+Ohh!
+The top feel so much better than the bottom
+So much better
+
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad at me, I think I know why
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
+
+[Verse 1]
+Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
+I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
+It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me
+Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
+I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
+So I don't cruise through nobody hood without my gun
+They know the kid ain't gon' fall for all that bullshit
+Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
+It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
+At the dice game, who told you put a G up?
+Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
+But when I come around y'all niggas better act right
+When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump
+Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
+Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
+Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad at me, I think I know why
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
+
+[Verse 2]
+Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
+They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
+Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
+Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
+You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
+After that five hour flight from New York
+I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
+Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
+She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
+Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin' no clothes
+Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
+Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane
+Listen mane, shit changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang
+Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
+Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin' you
+Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad at me, I think I know why
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad as fuck when you see me ride byEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heat[Intro Skit]
+Man 1 : Aye, you want some of this shit?
+Man 2 :  Naw, I don't want that shit
+Man 1 :  I don't give a fuck. I don't play that shit, and I'm finna' buss a cap in a nigga
+Man 2 : 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
+Car revs up
+Gunshots
+
+[Chorus]
+If there's beef cock it and dump it
+The drama really means nothing to me
+I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
+There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
+When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
+I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
+The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
+I'll kill you
+I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
+Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
+I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
+
+[Verse 1]
+Keep thinking I'm candy 'til ya fucking skull get popped
+And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-the-box
+In the hood summer time is the killing season
+It's hot out this bitch, that's a good enough reason
+I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding
+Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leaking
+When that window roll down and that A.K. come out
+You can squeeze ya little handgun till you run out
+And you can run for ya backup
+But them machine gun shells gon' tear ya back up
+God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
+'Cause we gon' 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 than Lady Luck
+Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause you moved out the hood
+'Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't good
+If you was smart you'd be shook of me
+'Cause I get tired of looking for ya
+Spray ya mama crib and let yo ass look for me
+[Chorus]
+If there's beef cock it and dump it
+The drama really means nothing to me
+I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
+There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
+When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
+I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
+The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
+I'll kill you
+I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
+Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
+I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
+
+[Verse 2]
+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 there'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, I done been in 'em 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 finna get shot, it won't do him no good
+With a pistol I define the definition of pain
+If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rains
+Oh, you a pro at playing Battleship? Well, this ain't the same
+Little homie this is a whole different type of war game
+See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
+Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains
+[Chorus]
+If there's beef cock it and dump it
+The drama really means nothing to me
+I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
+There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
+When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
+I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
+The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
+I'll kill you
+I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
+Catch you slipping I'ma kill you
+I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
+
+[Bridge]
+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 testing me (testing me)
+All the wrong I've done, the Lord still keep on blessing me (blessing me)
+Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (recipe, recipe)
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, ha ha, aye Dre
+You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
+'Cause the windows on my motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga
+'Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof, nigga
+'Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof, nigga
+But the Doc said if I get hit, I might get a fucking concussion
+But better that than a hole in the head right, nigga? Ha ha ha haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If I Can’t[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah
+Haha, yeah
+Yeah
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
+Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
+I'ma take it to the top
+For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (Yeah)
+Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em (Uh-huh)
+Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
+I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines (Brrat!)
+Tell niggas, get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh)
+And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine (Woo)
+You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk
+After being hit by the pump—is that what you want?
+Be easy, nigga—I'll lay your ass out
+Believe me, nigga—that's what I'm about
+Gangsta! You could find a nigga sitting on chrome
+Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah)
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
+Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
+I'ma take it to the top
+For sure, 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 him (Woo)
+You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him (Yeah)
+React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting (C'mon)
+'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?"
+Oh no, look who crept in with the .44
+Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros (Uh-huh)
+Eastside, Westside, niggas know, yo, I'm loco (Yeah)
+Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain
+Niggas don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain
+G-Unit! (Yeah) We get it popping in the hood
+G-Unit! (Yeah) Motherfucker, what's good?
+I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act (Uh-huh)
+I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
+With the MAC, thinking it's all rap
+Till that ass get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap"
+It's a wrap, nigga
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
+Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop (Uh-huh)
+I'ma take it to the top
+For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners
+Go ahead, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner (Ahh)
+I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty
+I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? (Yeah)
+When the streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines (Uh-huh)
+Get locked up, they read books to pass the time (Woo)
+In the game there's ups and downs, so I stay on the grind
+Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
+There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine (Unh-uh)
+This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine
+I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
+And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents
+I'm the dropout who made more money than his teachers
+Roofless like the Coupe, but I come with more features
+I am what I am; you can like it or love it
+It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, fuck it!
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
+Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
+I'ma take it to the top
+For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
+If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done (Haha)
+Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
+I'ma take it to the top (Yeah)
+For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Uh-huh
+I'ma make it hot
+Dr. Dre
+Aftermath
+Shady
+HahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Back Down[Intro]
+Woo!
+Yeah
+G-G-G-G-G-Unit (G-Unit)
+Ha ha
+
+[Hook]
+It's easy to see when you look at me
+If you look closely 50 don't back down
+Everywhere I go both coasts with toast
+Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down
+Every little nigga you see around me
+Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
+Next time you in the hood and see an O.G
+You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
+
+[Verse 1]
+Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
+Must cease existing, little nigga, now listen
+Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
+Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase 'em
+Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
+Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard
+You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
+I eat ya 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 life to be Suge
+You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the hood
+Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
+I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history
+Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
+Jay put you on, X made you hot
+Now you run around like you some big shot
+Ha ha, pussy
+[Hook]
+It's easy to see when you look at me
+If you look closely 50 don't back down
+Everywhere I go both coasts with toast
+Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down
+Every little nigga you see around me
+Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
+Next time you in the hood and see an O.G
+You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
+
+[Verse 2]
+"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
+How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
+That's Ja little punk ass thinking out loud
+Southside 'til I die, 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 niggas they come from Yonkers
+It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
+You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
+Them niggas dead, 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 saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
+Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
+I'm New York City's own bad guy
+[Hook]
+It's easy to see when you look at me
+If you look closely 50 don't back down
+Everywhere I go both coasts with toast
+Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down
+Every little nigga you see around me
+Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
+Next time you in the hood and see an O.G
+You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
+
+[Verse 3]
+I ain’t gonna' tell nobody you pussy
+I ain’t gonna' tell nobody you getting extorted
+I've been patiently waiting to blow
+Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show"
+This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun
+Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
+You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life
+But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right?
+I ain't going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
+I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga
+(They not gon' like you)
+I know, I know
+
+[Outro]
+Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja
+Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
+And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla
+Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
+They better not put they hands on Jeffrey
+Okay, just first of all, they do not know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
+Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery
+Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
+Okay, I thought so
+Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him
+And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What Up Gangsta[Intro]
+G-Unit (Bo!), we in here (Bo!)
+We could get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! Bo! Bo!)
+It's going down (Bo!), 'cause I'm around (Bo!)
+50 Cent, you know how I gets down, down
+
+[Chorus]
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, cuz? (What?)
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, gangsta?
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, cuz? (What?)
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, gangsta?
+
+[Verse 1]
+They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
+Nah, that's a semi-auto, in a vest on my chest
+I try not to say nothing, the DA might wanna play in court
+But I'll hunt a duck nigga down like it's a sport
+Front on me, I'll cut you, gun-butt you or buck you
+You getting money, I can't get nothin' with ya, then fuck ya
+I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I
+I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
+Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me
+I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
+Hundred G's, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah)
+D's come, we dump the diesel in battery acid
+This flow's been mastered, the ice, I flash it
+Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
+I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
+Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle
+[Chorus]
+Blood (What?)
+What up, cuz? (What?)
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, gangsta?
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, cuz? (What?)
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, gangsta?
+
+[Bridge]
+We don't play that
+We don't play that
+We don't play that (G-Unit)
+We don't play around
+
+[Verse 2]
+I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
+When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
+When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder
+In December, I'll make your block feel like summer
+The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
+Every chick I fuck with is a dime
+I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
+Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rolling stone
+Cross my path, I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
+I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
+Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us
+Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas
+[Chorus]
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, cuz? (What?)
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, gangsta?
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, cuz? (What?)
+What up, blood? (What?)
+What up, gangsta?
+
+[Outro]
+We don't play that
+We don't play that
+We don't play that (G-Unit)
+We don't play around
+We don't play that
+We don't play that
+We don't play that (G-Unit)
+We don't play around
+We don't play that
+We don't play that
+We don't play that (G-Unit)
+We don't play around
+We don't play that
+We don't play that
+We don't play that (G-Unit)
+We don't play aroundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+How to Rob[Produced by Trackmasters]
+
+[Intro: The Madd Rapper & 50 Cent]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, you know who this is, boy, for real
+The art of getting robbed
+This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm saying?
+R.I.P., B.I.G, nigga, R.I.P P.A.C
+R.I.P.—Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D
+Don't take this shit serious, we just bugging the fuck out
+One time
+But y'all can take it how y'all want it, word
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+The bottom line is: I'm a crook with a deal
+If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal
+You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
+These industry niggas is starting to look like something to eat
+I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, ''You want to see her again?
+Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM''
+I have dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
+But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit
+When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
+I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
+Brian McKnight? I can get that nigga anytime
+Have Keith sweating staring down the barrel on my nine
+Since these Harlem World niggas seem to all be fam
+I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man"
+Mason Betha, haha
+Come up off that watch now, I mean, right now
+The only excuse for being broke is being in jail
+An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell
+I'd rob O.D.B., but that'd be a waste of time (Yeah)
+Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine
+I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
+Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped
+What Jigga just sold—like four mil? He got something to live for (Uh-huh)
+Don't want a nigga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door
+I'll manhandle Case like "Dope, get on the ground
+You ain't with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now?"
+I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me
+Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
+I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm sick
+I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
+Right now, I'm bent, and when I get like this, I don't think
+About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink
+I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece and run (Uh-huh)
+This nigga weigh four hundred pounds—how he gon' catch me, son? Huh?
+[Hook: The Madd Rapper]
+This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
+Being broke can make you delirious (Word)
+So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
+50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son)
+This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
+Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh)
+So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
+50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys
+And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
+Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
+Like, "You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down"
+I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before (Uh-huh)
+That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more
+My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!" (Yeah)
+Had Da Brat with em, should've had his gat with him
+DMX wanna get down? Well, you tell, homie
+I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
+I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
+I wanna stick TQ, but his shit ain't sell
+I hit the studios, take niggas' jewels and leave (Uh-huh)
+Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings (What)
+Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three
+I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
+Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up
+Fuck the cab, the coroner's picking 'em up
+Heavy tried to hide his shit, ayy, nigga, I saw you
+He said, "Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you!"
+Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
+Told him I want it all; he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
+I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep
+"One at a time, get out and take off your shine"
+Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
+Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
+Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?
+And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
+I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living
+I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
+Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens (Yeah)
+I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mister Cee
+That nigga still eating off Big first LP
+I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
+He asked me if I had enough—I told him, "Gimme some more"
+If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel
+I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people, what!
+[Hook: The Madd Rapper]
+This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
+Being broke can make you delirious (Word)
+So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
+50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son)
+This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
+Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh)
+So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
+50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
+
+[Outro: The Madd Rapper]
+Yo, yo, for real, son, it's The Madd Rapper, you know what I'm saying?
+And for real, you know what I'm saying, niggas just got to get stuck up, yo—that's just how it goes down
+It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch
+It really don't matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it
+You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down
+50 Cent ain't fucking around
+Trackmasters ain't fucking around
+Crazy Cat ain't fucking around
+The Madd Rapper ain't fucking around
+You know what I'm saying?
+So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets
+Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses
+'Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or notEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Push Me[Produced by Eminem]
+
+[Verse 1: 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
+The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
+Come through your strip fronting, stunting
+It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners
+Haters hate that I'm winning
+Man, I've been hot from the beginning
+Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
+'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony
+Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it popping
+Once I squeeze the first shot you know I ain't stopping
+'Til 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, guns smoking, still locing
+What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling
+
+[Chorus: 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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
+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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
+Too young to understand the consequences of a man
+Living a lie, I gotta get that money
+I'll be damned if I'm bummy
+Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny
+20 years of watching my mama tears got me heated, heavily weeded
+Smoking that bong cause I need it
+These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
+Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
+Laying with 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 hunters got me flying
+With my iron, high as a giant
+I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching
+To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
+My blood is colder so I'm bolder
+Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder
+Look in the mirror, I see a soldier
+
+[Chorus: 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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
+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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
+[Verse 3: Eminem]
+These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
+This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears
+This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV
+What you hear on CD, what appears easy
+Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
+In these beanies and these rags living fantasies
+Fronting like it's all fun and games 'til they shoot 'em up bang
+And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing
+Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
+I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
+Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
+I'ma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers
+There's no way I'ma back down like a god damn coward
+I can't, how would I look as a 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, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
+You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you martial
+I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
+So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts
+A whole 'nother side I wanted to not show you
+So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
+Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jell-O 'cause
+
+[Chorus: 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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
+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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
+[Outro: Tony Yayo]
+Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit
+Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking overEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life’s on the Line[Intro]
+Nobody likes me
+Nobody likes me, but that's okay
+'Cause I don't like y'all anyway
+Man, I don't like y'all anyway
+Fuck all y'all!
+I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
+My gat talk for me, BOW! What up, homie?
+Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
+'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me
+
+[Verse 1]
+I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
+I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
+Coke price go up, capsules come down
+The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
+Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs
+They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (Yeah!)
+When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
+I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu
+Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
+OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
+I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
+The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap
+The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
+The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
+Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me
+My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (Woo!)
+[Hook]
+Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you
+"Murda," fuck around and leave you
+"Murda," I don't believe you
+"Murda, murda," your life's on the line
+
+[Bridge]
+Y'all niggas don't want no part of me
+Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me
+You gon' make me catch you on a late night
+Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm not a marksman while sparking, so 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 said she on my dick
+It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (Blat!)
+Do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up
+You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
+I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
+In the hood, they like, "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
+"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
+Beef—you don't want none, so don't start none
+You're just a small player in this game—play your part, son
+[Hook]
+Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you
+"Murda," fuck around and leave you
+"Murda," I don't believe you
+"Murda, murda," your life's on the line
+
+[Verse 3]
+These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
+That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (Yeah!)
+Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
+NASCAR, truck with a crash bar
+And TVs in the dash, pa
+See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (Hahaha)
+I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying
+I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
+Get outta line, I get you hit up (Woo!)
+Now if you say my name in your rhyme
+You better watch what you say
+You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
+Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars
+50, um... 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 playing—you get killed like that
+Acting like you all hard—you ain't built like that
+See me when you see me, nigga! WHAT!
+[Hook]
+Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you
+"Murda," fuck around and leave you
+"Murda," I don't believe you
+"Murda, murda," your life's on the line
+
+[Bridge]
+Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
+You tryna figure out how y'all started me
+You gon' make me catch you on a late night
+Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the sixEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Just a Lil’ Bit[Intro]
+Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit
+Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit
+A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
+Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit
+Drop it like it's hot, get to whippin' that back
+Girl shake that thing, yeah work that thing
+Let me see it go up and down
+Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
+When you make it go round and round
+
+[Verse 1]
+I step up in the club I'm like "Who you wit?"
+G-Unit in the house, yeah that's my clique
+Yeah, I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
+On the dancefloor a nigga doin old moves
+I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
+I hit your ass up boy, I done warned you
+Better listen when I talk nigga, don't trip
+Yo' heat in the car, mines in this bitch
+I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on
+And my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
+I'mma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go
+Then I'mma get in shorty ear and I'mma let her know
+
+[Chorus]
+All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
+Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit
+We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
+I can show you how I live in a lil' bit
+I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
+Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
+Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
+Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit
+[Verse 2]
+This is 50, comin' out your stereo
+It's hard to tell though cause I switched the flow
+Eyes a little low cause I twist the 'dro
+Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's
+My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
+Come get your bitch, she on me dawg
+She musta heard about the dough
+Not Captain c'mon and Save-a-Ho
+I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
+Number one on the chart all the time mane
+When the kid in the house, I turn it out
+Keep the dancefloor packed that's without a doubt
+But shorty shake that thang like a pro man
+She backed it up on me I'm like "Oh man"
+I got close enough to her so I know she could hear
+System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
+
+[Chorus]
+All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
+Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit
+We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
+I can show you how I live in a lil' bit
+I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
+Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
+Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
+Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit
+[Bridge]
+Baby you got me feelin' right, you heard me?
+My momma gone you can spend the night, you heard me?
+I ain't playin' I'm tryin' to fuck tonight, you heard me?
+Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon, ha ha
+
+[Chorus]
+All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
+Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit
+We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
+I can show you how I live in a lil' bit
+I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
+Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
+Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
+Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit
+
+[Outro]
+All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
+Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit
+We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
+I can show you how I live in a lil' bit
+I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
+Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
+Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
+Get to lickin' it, a lil' bitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+High All the Time[Produced by DJ Rad, Eminem & Sha Money XL]
+
+[Intro]
+Hey, you wanna hit this shit?
+It's that green tongue, Cali bud
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
+Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit
+Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
+I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
+Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
+Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
+And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
+I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Every time I roll up, niggas holla, "Roll up!"
+Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money
+You ain't smoking in my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos
+Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker
+I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat
+Only if you got beef, man, you better holla at me
+Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
+Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
+I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em girls, Daddy need new shoes
+Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's
+Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
+Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
+2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
+The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis
+They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was
+Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
+[Chorus]
+I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
+Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit
+Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
+I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
+Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
+Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
+And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
+I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
+
+[Bridge]
+Now if you heard I done started some shit
+It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
+And if you heard I done let off a clip
+It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
+But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye
+
+[Verse 2]
+I get high as I wanna, nigga
+Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga
+I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef
+Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
+If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man
+I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans
+Now let me show you how to greet me
+When you meet me, when you see me
+If you real, my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
+There's no competition, it's just me
+50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
+If David could go against Goliath with a stone
+I could go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne
+[Chorus]
+I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
+Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit
+Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
+I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
+Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
+Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
+And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
+I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now, who you know besides me
+Who write lines and squeeze nines
+And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines?
+You don't want me to be your kid's role model
+I'll teach them how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows
+Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
+Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot
+Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord
+Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
+My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time
+I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
+You feeling brave, nigga? Go ahead, get gully
+See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
+I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
+Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money
+I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good
+I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
+[Chorus]
+I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
+Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit
+Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
+I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
+Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
+Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
+And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
+I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
+
+[Outro]
+G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready?
+G-Unit, are you ready?
+Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, comeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Romeo No Juliet[Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown]
+Ayo, quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
+She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
+She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
+She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Hey ho, get back to twerkin', back to workin' (Yeah)
+Get back to strippin', they back to tippin' (Woo!)
+Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin' (Come on)
+Them bottles is poppin', bitch, the mall is callin' us
+Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around, bitch, shit is for real (For real)
+Quick makin' a stack, bag make us a mill, I mean, get us a deal (Come on)
+Bitch, fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel?
+On the social network when they say a nigga really ain't got no chill
+
+[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown]
+He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent
+He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
+She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
+Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown & Both]
+Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
+She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
+She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
+She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' (Ayo)
+Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh)
+She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh)
+She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah)
+She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
+We pimpin' nigga
+[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
+P.I.M.P., who the shotta them?
+I'm the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him
+Have the homies come through, 400, that be the block (Fruits)
+Tag yo' shit, we goin' up on the Instagram
+Higher than a ceilin' fan
+I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen
+I'm flyin' shit out the window like I was Peter Pan
+I handle my own shit, I own shit
+Alone shit, middle finger to the middle man
+Anybody that can get it when they want it
+Finger fuckin' bitches, she gon tell me when she cummin'
+50 in this bitch and I ain't askin' him for nothin'
+That's my OG, if a nigga trippin', get to bustin'
+Mo' money mean mo' problems
+If your nigga got the money, we gon' rob him
+Boy, I'm simply, a P.I.M.P
+And I'ma let it go 'til the clip go empty (Wow!)
+
+[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown]
+He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent
+He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
+She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
+Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+I'm gettin' big money, starting to get hard to keep a nigga from hatin' (Yeah)
+I’m with a white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial datin' (Haha)
+This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, a nigga sit on suede (Come on)
+Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch, I got it made (Ow!)
+We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page (Yeah)
+You know boy in the hood'll have you runnin' like Ricky from the 12 gauge
+You know my bottom bitch, I done told her how to break a nigga 12 ways
+A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away
+You hear my name on the street, circulatin', you heard I'm cakin' (Mmm)
+These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolatin'? (Yeah)
+I got game for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down
+So a ho feel like I'm right next to her when a nigga way up town
+[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown]
+He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent
+He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
+She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
+Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown & Both]
+Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
+She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
+She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
+She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' (Ayo)
+Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh)
+She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh)
+She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah)
+She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
+We pimpin' niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+When it Rains it Pours[Intro]
+Yeah, it's 50
+One shot, one kill, what's the deal
+Yeah, what's the deal
+
+[Chorus]
+Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours
+Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
+Get caught in lead showers just because
+Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours
+Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours
+End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
+It usually, goes down over money and whores
+But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ain't nothin' changed, niggas doin' the same ol' shit
+Them new hollow tips in them same ol' clips
+In the projects, niggas fuck with the same ol' chicks
+And somehow, they still think they game's so sick
+Now from the rip, niggas know I'm 'bout my grip
+I don't trick, man I barely even feed a bitch
+She say I'm stingy, I say, "I don't need you bitch"
+Go 'head leave, see if I chase you, shit!
+Tell yo' mammy, I catch her in the streets I'ma get her
+She know I'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga?
+She just mad, cause a nigga pockets on swole
+When she ask to borrow some, I say, "Hell naw!"
+I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
+To keep yo' mind on yo' money
+And don't trust no bitch
+Ke Ke hit high notes, when them pigs came
+But her ass kinda fat, so niggas treat her the same
+This is real
+[Chorus]
+Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
+Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
+Get caught in lead showers just because
+Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours
+Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours
+End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
+It usually, goes down over money and whores
+But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
+
+[Verse 2]
+Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot
+When homicide outside, nigga I'm not
+This the third time them niggas done circled the block
+It's money down now, yeah, but damn it's hot
+They'll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale
+They say, "tell us who caught the body, or you goin' to jail"
+Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
+And say what's happenin' to the captain
+And what's up to the sarge
+Fuck bein' in a cage man, that shit for the birds
+Charlie drunk, drinkin' wild irish rose on the curb
+I know a spot full of niggas tryin' to bet a few bucks
+Hopin' they number come out, they can have 'em some luck
+Two Ace to the deuce, and stumbled off mad
+Lost his re-up money man, that's all he had
+Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars
+And do pull ups in the park, on the monkey bars
+Mad as fuck
+[Chorus]
+Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours
+Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
+Get caught in lead showers just because
+Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours
+Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours
+End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
+It usually, goes down over money and whores
+But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
+
+(Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off
+While it thunders and rains)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ayo Technology[Produced by Danja & Timbaland]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Somethin' special
+Unforgettable
+50 Cent (Cent)
+Justin ('tin)
+Timbaland ('land)
+Goddamn, damn
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
+She know that it's right here for her
+I wanna see her break it down (Yeah)
+I'm ballin', throwing money 'round
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+She a working girl, she work the pole
+She break it down, she take it low
+She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough
+She doing her thing out on the floor
+Her money-money, she make it, make it
+Look at the way she shake it, shake it
+Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it
+Have you lusting for it, going crazy, face it
+Now don't stop, get it, get it
+The way she shake it make you wanna hit it
+Think she double-jointed from the way she split it
+Got your head fucked up from the way she did it
+She so much more than you used to
+She know just how to move to seduce you
+She gon' do the right thing and touch the right spots
+And dance in your lap 'til ou ready to pop
+[Bridge: 50 Cent & Justin Timberlake; Justin Timberlake]
+She always ready, when you want it, she want it
+Like a nympho, the info, I'll show you where to meet her
+On the late night, 'til daylight, the club jumping
+If you want a good time, she gon' give you what you want
+Let me talk to you
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
+Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new craze
+Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
+This smoke's got the club all hazy
+Spotlights don't do you justice, baby
+Why don't you come over here?
+
+[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
+You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology
+Why don't you sit down on top of me?
+Ayo! I'm tired of using technology
+I need you right in front of me
+Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it
+Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her
+Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it
+Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her
+
+[Post-Chorus: Timbaland]
+Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
+Let me tell you
+Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
+Let me tell you
+Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
+Let me tell you
+Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
+Let me tell you, girl
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent; 50 Cent w/ Justin Timberlake; Justin Timberlake]
+Got a thing for that thing she got
+The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
+I make it rain for her so she don't stop
+I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
+In the fantasy, it's plain to see
+Just how it be, her and me
+Backstroking, sweat soaking all into my satin sheets
+When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
+I'll be in this bitch 'til the club close
+Watching her do her thing on all fours
+Now that—that there should be 'gainst the law
+From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down
+Know I like when you're hype and you throw it all around
+Different style, different mood, damn, I like the way you move
+Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I'll do to you
+Let's get it poppin', shawty, we could switch positions
+From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
+Let me talk to you
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
+Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new craze
+Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
+This smoke's got the club all hazy
+Spotlights don't do you justice, baby
+Why don't you come over here?
+[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
+You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology
+Why don't you sit down on top of me?
+Ayo! I'm tired of using technology
+I need you right in front of me
+Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it
+Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her
+Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it
+Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her
+
+[Post-Chorus: Timbaland]
+Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
+Let me tell you
+Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
+Let me tell you
+Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
+Let me tell you
+Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
+Let me tell you girlEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+U Not Like Me[Intro]
+NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on that's who you get, huh?)
+NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfucking clique, huh?)
+NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfucking snitch, huh?)
+NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
+
+[Verse 1]
+These niggas wanna shine like me (Me)
+Rhyme like me (Me)
+They don't walk around with a 9 like me (Me)
+They don't want to do it 3 to 9 like me
+And ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
+Ayo, you think about shittin' on fifty, save it
+My songs belong in the Bible with King David's
+I teach niggas sign language, that ain’t deaf, son
+[click click] you heard that? That mean run
+Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stunt on, pa
+Pull through, I throw a fucking cocktail at ya car
+From the last shootout I got a dimple on my face
+It's nothing, I can go after Mase fan base
+Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doc to get it out
+Hit my wisdom tooth [huck-too] spit it out
+I don't smile a lot 'cause ain't nothin' pretty
+Got a purple heart for war and I ain't never left the city
+Hoes be like "Fiddy, you so witty"
+On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P. Diddy
+You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
+I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
+Won't learn
+[Chorus]
+If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me
+You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
+It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
+Like me, dude, you not like me
+If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me
+You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
+It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
+Like me, dude, you not like me
+
+[Verse 2]
+Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
+So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand
+Don't think I'm crazy 'cause I don't fear man
+'Cause I fear when I kill a man God won't understand
+I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan?
+I been could've killt these niggas, I'm still waitin'
+In the telly with two whores, Benz with two doors
+32 karats in the cross, no flaws
+You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
+I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1
+Hold me down, nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
+D's waiting for my response to lock me
+This is my hustle, nigga, don't knock me
+You need some shit with a banana clip to try and stop me
+I'm the one
+[Chorus]
+If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me
+You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
+It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
+Like me, dude, you not like me
+If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me
+You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
+It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
+Like me, dude, you not like me
+
+[Verse 3]
+See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
+Good die young, I ain't eligible for that
+I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street
+My attitude is gangsta, so I stay in some beef
+You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
+From 3 point range with a Glock, I shoot better than Kobe
+See a nigga standing next to me, he probably my Co-D
+See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
+See the flow is like a .38, it’s special y'all
+A country boy tell 'ya "I’m finna to blow"
+I’m more like a pimp than a trick, you know
+You see, I’m in this for the paper, but I don’t love the hoes
+Niggas broke in the hood worryin' about mines
+Grown ass men wearing starter kit shines
+You know 'em little pieces with the little stones
+Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
+When the gossipin' start, I'm always the topic
+You too old for that shit, dawg, won’t you stop it?
+Shorty, I've been watching you watching me
+Now you tell me what you like more, my watch or me? Ha ha
+[Chorus]
+If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me
+You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
+It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
+Like me, dude, you not like me
+If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me
+You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
+It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
+Like me, dude, you not like meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’ll Whip Ya Head Boy[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
+I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back
+Thats four niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
+The voice in my head say, "Fuck all these niggas"
+Then I start thinkin', 'I should rob all these niggas'
+Man, my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do
+I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat too
+Let's ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
+With the shine's on niggas be lookin' like lunch meat
+I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
+Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
+Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is
+I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
+I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
+We come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
+Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
+I hit her with the llama to get this cake
+Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
+But she don't know it, damn, okay, we'll wait
+I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
+Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
+You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
+In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
+Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
+That the nine will jam right in my hand
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
+I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
+
+[Verse 3: Young Buck]
+I got his homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
+Niggas be gettin' killed everytime you come around
+We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground
+She askin' God, "What my baby done did now?"
+I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
+Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Gimme that)
+Fuck waitin' we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow
+So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
+I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
+I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
+The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
+And I'ma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault
+March nigga step, right nigga left
+G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' 'til my death
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
+I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Major Distribution[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg]
+I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
+I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
+I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
+Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin', go tell the Crips I’m Blood
+Nigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don't give a fuck
+I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas
+Come through 2012 XJ on niggas
+I'm an apex predator, nigga, I'm stronger
+Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya
+Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off?
+Why the fuck would you be repeating that?
+Nigga, I'm a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
+Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jay?
+I'm in a dope fiend's dream, I got it for 'em raw
+I got that morphine memories, I've been breaking the law
+I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama
+I'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama
+Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas
+I smoke all these niggas for this bread
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg]
+I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
+I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
+I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
+Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
+[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
+I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed
+5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah
+I'm trying to put this shit away on the low
+I need a hit a day, think you better get away
+From my, oh, my, I got a birdie that'll fly
+From Cali to Kingston, back to NY
+Snoop's smash the kush, from 5 to 9
+Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high
+Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal
+G's with the trees and the C's on my level
+5-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart
+Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge
+But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese
+Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G's
+I got it, always kill, always will
+Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that?
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg]
+I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
+I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
+I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
+Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
+
+[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
+5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing
+Bag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfing
+Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin
+Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin
+Guess that's the life of a yay' flipper
+Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper
+Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man
+Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans
+All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging
+Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging
+Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table
+Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table
+Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I’m gonna split it
+The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet
+Less Soda, more water, stretching like it's elastic
+Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg]
+I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
+I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
+I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
+Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
+
+[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
+Yeah, you know what it is. It's your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that mothafuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit, homie. Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah! Rastafari!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Get Money[Produced by Apex]
+
+[Intro: Audio Two & 50 Cent]
+I get money
+I— I get money
+I— I get— I get— (Fifty!)
+I get— I get—
+
+[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent]
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah)
+Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah)
+Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I took quarter waters, sold it in bottles for two bucks
+Then, Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions—what the fuck?
+Have a baby by me, baby—be a millionaire
+I write the check before the baby comes—who the fuck cares? (Ow!)
+I'm stanky-rich, I'ma die tryna spend this shit
+Southside's up in this bitch
+Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
+I did play the block, now I play on boats (Yeah)
+In the south of France, baby, Saint-Tropez
+Get a tan, I'm already Black; rich, I'm already that
+Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat
+Call that a riddle, rat, shit, fuck the chitter-chat (Ooh, ooh!)
+I'm the baker, I bake the bread; the barber, I cut your head
+The marksman, I spray the lead, I bloodclaat-chop your leg
+Do not fuck with the kid
+I get biz with the Sig, I come where you live—you dig? (Oh!)
+[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent]
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah)
+Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah)
+Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new, though
+I got rid of my old bitch; now, I got new hoes (Woo!)
+First, it was the Benzo; now, I'm in the Enzo
+Ferrari—I'm sorry, I keep blowing up (Oh!)
+They call me the cake man, the strawberry-shake man
+I spray the AR, make your whole clique breakdance (Yeah)
+Backspin, head-spin, flatline, you're dead, then
+Nine shells, Mac-10—who wan' get it cracking?
+I was young, I couldn't do good; now, I can't do bad
+I ride, wreck the new Jag? I just buy the new Jag
+Now, nigga, why you mad?
+Oh, you can't do that? I'm so forgetful
+They calling me cocky
+I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky
+It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand
+Bling like "Blaow!, you like my style
+Ha, ha! I'm heading to the bank right now
+[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent]
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah)
+Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it)
+I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah)
+Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!)
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
+Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York
+When I come out ofcourt, yeah, I pop the cork
+I keep it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk (I, I get it)
+In the hood if you ask about me
+They'll tell ya I'm about my bread (I, I get it)
+Round the world if ya ask about me
+They'll tell you they love the kid (I, I get it)
+
+[Break: 50 Cent]
+Ho, hey (I, I get it)
+Ho, hey (I, I get it)
+Ho, hey (Yeah)
+Ho, hey (I run New York)
+Ho, hey (I, I get it)
+Ho, hey (I, I get it)
+Ho, hey (Yeah, yeah)
+Ho, hey (I run New York)
+[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent]
+I— I get money; money, I got (I'm back on the streets, man)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I'm bringing the heat, man)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I'm on my grind)
+Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (Like all the time)
+I— I get money; money, I got (Tryna stop my shine?)
+I— I get money; money, I got (I'll cock my nine)
+I— I get money; money, I got (Don't get out of line)
+Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I said, "Don't get out of line")
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+I, I get it
+I, I get it
+Yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Too Rich for the Bitch[Produced by London On Da Track]
+
+[Intro]
+That bitch there a door knob, nigga, we all get a turn
+Fuck you catching feelings for? I mean when your ass'll learn?
+That pussy community, community
+
+[Verse 1]
+While you be all in her DM, nigga
+I be all in that BM with her
+You be all in your feelings 'bout it
+Like "when I see him I'mma kill this nigga"
+I'm on three-way like, "you hear this nigga?"
+I should take the bitch back and clip the nigga
+Pussy make him not pay attention
+You punk bitch go with this nigga
+I throw bands, bitch, these hoes love me
+I fuck a bad bitch 'till she ugly
+Put the pussy in recovery
+I’m like, "now what you think of me?"
+Niggas goin’ out just to talk to these hoes
+Blowin’ big bankrolls on clothes
+Now they wonder where the money at
+Yeah, the motherfucking money that they had from the re-up gone
+I don't do no stalkin'
+I don't cuff no hoes, tell a bitch keep walkin'
+I don't do much talkin'
+Right now I'm flossin', I do this often
+Gotta flex on a bitch
+Tag team, I got next on a bitch (I got next)
+I ain't stressing a bitch
+But every now and then I blow a check on a bitch
+[Hook]
+Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch
+I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
+Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch
+I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
+Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it)
+Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)
+Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it)
+Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Shawty playin', she lame for that
+She ain't have to put a nigga name in that
+Beefin' over these bitches, not me
+Nah, nigga, I ain't came for that
+We don't talk to no pillows, nigga
+We brought all these bitches with us
+You act like you got all the hoes
+But all I see is niggas with you
+She don't like when you pullin' on her
+She like me, I'm pullin' up
+I act like I don't want her
+You act like you can't get enough
+That bitch there like dopeboys
+If you got money she goin' for it
+I drink that hoe, her head so good
+She gon' have you there like, "oh lawd"
+All this time you ain't on
+I done bought her shit you can't afford
+She take pictures with your money
+But you tell her she can't do it
+All you niggas don't panic
+I'm just tryna understand it
+I must take these hoes for granted
+Or you niggas just so romantic
+[Hook]
+Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch
+I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
+Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch
+I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
+Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it)
+Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)
+Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it)
+Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Piggy Bank[Produced by Needlz]
+
+[Chorus]
+Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
+The money goes into my piggy bank
+Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
+The money goes into my piggy bank
+
+[Refrain]
+Man I’ll get at you! My knife cuts your skin
+I’ll get at you! Blow shots at your man
+I’ll get at you! 2Pac don’t pretend
+I’ll get at you! I’ll put that to an end
+
+[Verse 1]
+That damn shit is old, don’t be screamin’ “Get at Me Dog”
+Have you runnin’ for your life when I match ya part
+I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal
+A lil’ nigga hurt his arm, lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me
+Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine
+I’ll clap your monkey-ass, yeah black on black crime
+Big ol’ chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine
+C’mon on man, you know how I shine
+I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
+Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips, why I don’t hear no shots?
+That fat nigga thought “Lean Back” was “In da Club”
+My shit sold eleven mill’, his shit was a dud
+Jada’ don’t fuck with me, if you wanna eat
+Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
+Yeah homey in New York niggas like your vocals
+But that’s only New York dawg, yo’ ass is local
+[Chorus]
+Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
+The money goes into my piggy bank
+Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
+The money goes into my piggy bank
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
+Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
+Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
+Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
+
+[Verse 2]
+Banks’ shit, sells; Buck’s shit, sells
+Game’s shit, sells; I’m rich as hell
+Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell
+He don’t want it with me, he in PC
+I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank
+For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
+Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203
+Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery
+It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see
+Looked at a picture and says she looks like me
+Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
+Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm
+I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you, cuz
+First thing they say about you is you’s a sucker for love
+This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots
+After your next move I’ll give you what I got
+[Chorus]
+Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
+The money goes into my piggy bank
+Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
+The money goes into my piggy bank
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
+Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
+Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
+Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
+
+[Outro]
+When I get at you I’ll punch out your grill
+I’ll get at you! Let off that blue steel
+I’ll get at you! Nigga I’m for real
+I’ll get at you! Could get yo’ ass killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tryna Fuck Me Over[Produced by Scoop DeVille]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Uh-huh, yeah
+Uh-huh
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
+A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me (You better watch your step)
+Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
+Y'all tryna fuck me over (You better watch your step)
+Y'all always tryna fuck me over
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Niggas around me, yeah, they hit licks
+Mix a little red and yellow when they get lit
+Tryna turn up with a bad bitch
+Have her in the telly doin' freak shit (you better watch your step)
+Niggas sell a little bit of everythin'
+Rockin' Yacht-Master and the pinky rin'
+Flexing like "bitch, if you knew better"
+You fuck with a real nigga and you do better (You better watch your step)
+Shawty ass fat like she a stripper
+That wiggle when she walk make you wanna tip her
+Bartenders comin', yeah, they move quicker
+Twenty, thirty bottles to the rich niggas
+Everythin' cool when I'm in the room
+Come with two shooters, not a hunnid goons
+Nigga, don't trip, you don't want that
+Boy, you gonna fuck around and get your ass capped (You better watch your step)
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
+A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
+Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
+Y'all tryna fuck me over
+(You better watch your step)
+Y'all always tryna fuck me over
+
+[Verse 2: Post Malone & 50 Cent]
+Right before I came into this bitch hot
+Needed cigarettes, I made a pit stop
+Spent my life tryna be a good guy
+Still people want to see me get, got
+Nothin' like it ever was before
+Hair fallin' out, I'm twenty years old
+Got a lot of stress, that you don’t know
+Still kick it like paint and this shit gold (You better watch your)
+Ayy, pull up in this bitch and I’m flexin'
+Jumpin' out the motherfuckin' Benz, yeah
+All these damn diamonds on my necklace
+Catchin' frostbite when I exit
+So goddamn cold, see your breath, yeah
+Hundred cigarettes then I exhale
+Thousand for these fuckin' Margielas (You better watch your step)
+Hundred thousand chains on my chest, yeah
+Ice on my rings, ice, yeah, you see me shinin'
+Two hunnid K in jewels this year, you can't tell me nothin'
+And I'm gone, I ain't never sober
+Me and 50 got shooters, if you tryna fuck me over, ooh (You better watch your step)
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
+A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
+Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
+Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over (you better watch your step)
+I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
+A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
+Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
+Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over (you better watch your step)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Outta Control (Remix)[Intro: Havoc]
+It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B
+We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit)
+
+[50 Cent]
+You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thing, you know I do my thing
+I'mma get my drink on and party like it's ok
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Trust me man it's ok, bounce with me in slow mo
+When they hear the kid in the house they're like, "Oh no"
+50 got 'em locin again, they open again
+Got 'em sipping on that juice and gin
+You could find me in the background burning that Backwood
+Styling and stunting, doing my two step fronting
+Now I'mma tell you what Em told me, homey
+Just lose the parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music
+Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
+It's always off the chain man when I'm around
+I play the block bumping, it was all for the dough
+I get the club jumping, cause I'm sick with flow
+You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
+I jam packed the show man that's for sure
+I got the info you already know
+Man I get it popping in the club, everybody show me love, let's go
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
+
+[Verse 2: Havoc]
+You wanna search me for certain but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
+I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twisting
+In the club today for the chick to go both
+Ways, let me see that ID just for proof
+With the drink til the burn is gone
+Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
+Before it pop, make em sign a disclaimer
+Try to get me on some Pac shit these tricks will frame ya
+But, in any event, keep fucking with 50 it makes sense
+Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holler
+But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalor
+Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar
+Now If I don’t say nothin, let me see you swallow
+In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
+In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starving
+So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+You already know how it go, I bang, I shine
+I play, I stay I'm going for mine
+I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes
+I'm ghetto than the motherfucking project steps
+I'm cool, I'm calm you looking real stressed
+I'm strapped I'm armed kid, hold your head
+I'm known for gat popping, when I got problems
+I don't run, I just gun you all up
+But we ain't come here to start no drama
+We just looking for our future baby mamas
+With money with face with style and body
+I cook I clean I swear that mami
+Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
+I go down low, I'm lying I'm trying my best to let you know
+Sugar pop get at P
+The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now homey let's get into itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+P.I.M.P (G-Unit Remix)[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
+She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
+That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
+She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
+I spit a little G man and my game got her
+A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
+Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
+I got the bitch by the bar, trying to get a drink up out her
+She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
+She from the country; think she like me cause I'm from New York?
+I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
+I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
+I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
+Bitch: hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
+Look baby, this is simple, you can't see?
+You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+[50 Cent]
+G-G-G-mixxxx!
+
+[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
+F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
+Doggy style in your mouth for the 2003
+And y'all know I'm from the DPG
+
+F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
+We internationally known and locally respected
+(And you know you're just a P.I.M.P!)
+Now what you know about me?
+
+[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
+Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on
+I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
+Your dead wrong if you think that pimpin' gonna die
+12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side
+I'm down with that nigga 50 like I'm down with blue
+(We love you Snoop Dogg!) Yeah, I love you too
+G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
+Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
+I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
+I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
+I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down
+That's waiting on me to return
+So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm. Word
+They love it when I get to crippin'
+And spitting this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'
+[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
+Don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+
+[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
+You need to switch over and ride with a star
+It'll get you far
+I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
+Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
+Got some tricks, but I ain't one
+I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
+I let 'em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
+Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
+I keep 'em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
+I ain't gotta give 'em much, they're happy with Mickey D's, PIMP
+
+[Verse 4: Young Buck]
+We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (dirty dirty!)
+We drive old-school, white walls with mink floors
+I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
+Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me
+When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
+That money make the world go round, so lets get mo'
+It's time to show these playas how it should be done
+You got pimp potential, you might/could be one, G-UNIT!
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
+No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
+That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+In Hollywood, they say "there's no business like show business
+In the hood, they say, "there's no business like ho business"
+They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
+I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Places to Go[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, Shady
+Aftermath
+G-Unit!
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+I got places to go (Uh-uh), got people to see (Yeah)
+The penitentiary ain't the place for me (No)
+I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me
+I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you (Come on!)
+I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)
+The penitentiary ain't the place for me (Not me, nigga)
+I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me
+I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you (50!)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent & Eminem]
+You mistakin' me for somebody that you should be testin'
+You should be stressin', I'm finna fuckin' teach you a lesson (Yeah)
+Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin'
+Smith & Wesson's the weapon in case you was guessin', escape lesson (God, damn!)
+Cappin' 'em, kept in my Benz, hot beginnin' to end (Woo!)
+Watch the 22's spin, my hoes they perfect ten (Come on!)
+I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again
+Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn't win pretend to be friends
+At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
+I'm the best, don't you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy
+You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, it's Shady
+Aftermath in yo' ass, bitch
+If it's not a classic, when it's done we trash it
+Flow I got it mastered, stunt and get yo' ass kicked, bastard (Yeah)
+When measures get drastic, Glocks made out of plastic
+Cock it, aim it, blast it, run nigga, now stash it (Come on!)
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)
+The penitentiary ain't the place for me
+I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me
+I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you
+I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)
+The penitentiary ain't the place for me
+I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me
+I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon
+I'ma drink 'til I get to that bitch (Come on!)
+Em and Dre gonna introduce me to the 'burbs
+They gonna listen to my words
+In the hood they feel my shit (Break it down!)
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat
+Picture me startin' shit (Uh-uh), picture me bustin' my gat
+Picture police mad, they ain't got a picture of that
+Picture me bein' broke, picture me smokin' a stack (Aw, shit!)
+Picture me comin' up, picture me rich from rap (Uh-uh)
+Picture me blowin' up, now picture me goin' back (Woo!)
+To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that
+Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back
+You wear a vest without a gat, you's a target, Jack (Uh-uh)
+Hustle hard, money stack (Woo!), sell that dope, sell that crack (Come on!)
+Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back (Yeah, yeah)
+50 Cent, too much Henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)
+The penitentiary ain't the place for me
+I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me
+I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you
+I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)
+The penitentiary ain't the place for me
+I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me
+I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Ha-ha, man, I ain't' goin' to jail, not even to visit a nigga
+You wanna holler at me, you write me
+Matter of fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard up in the Mondrian (Ha-ha-ha)
+Ridin' 'round in one of Dre's Ferraris, nigga
+Oh, matter of fact, I might be in Detroit ridin' down 8 Mile Road
+You know, to one of Em's joints and shit (Ha-ha)
+Ya heard? I got places to go, man, you know
+Shady/Aftermath, we finna start printin' money (He-he-he-he)
+Puttin' Em's face on these motherfuckin' bills, shit (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
+Ain't shit you can do about itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+9 Shots[Intro]
+Fifty, fifty
+Fifty, fifty
+Fifty, fifty
+Ferrari, Ferrari
+Ferrari, Ferrari
+Ferrari, Ferrari
+Shooter, shooter
+Shooter, shooter
+
+[Verse]
+I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong
+She said, “you mommy little man,” I said, “yep, uh huh”
+She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up
+Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up
+It was welfare or hustlin', they killed her for that
+The first shot, bullet wound in my back
+I’m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I’m fucked up
+Now I’m on my own, mommy gone
+Sam said, “you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?
+You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole
+You need no new kicks, you need an O”
+Chop that, bag it, get right back at it
+That touched me, it hit me in my heart
+I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start
+I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby
+Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380
+Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me
+Whenever shit can go wrong it always will, see
+Seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope
+Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope
+Try to punk me and my gun smoke
+Look, I’m outta control, my gun go
+Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to
+Give ‘em my description, I ain’t bullshittin'
+My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long
+Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone
+That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then
+My next girl was a pain in the ass
+I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me
+That’s nine shots, we just call it Fifty
+[Outro]
+Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
+Mama said, mama said
+Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
+Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses
+Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
+Mama said, mama said
+Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
+The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn’t get us
+Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
+That’s what mama said, that's what mama saidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m Supposed to Die Tonight[Intro]
+Ah-ha man! Ayy you know where them niggas be at right?
+Take me to 'em
+
+[Chorus]
+All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
+I'm supposed to die tonight
+Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
+I'm gonna ride tonight
+We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded
+I'm gonna ride tonight
+We smokin' (Uh-huh), straight loc'n, lockin' loadin'
+Somebody gon' die tonight
+
+[Verse 1]
+This is not new, I been in this position before
+Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
+Different day, same shit, old MAC, new clip
+32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip
+I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
+I catch 'em slippin', I'll have 'em tongue-kissin' my TEC
+Go on, come, test me, pussy boy, don't try it
+Police response never fast enough to shots fired
+Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' with son
+'Fore we find out where yo bitch get her hair and nails done
+It's elementary, life is but a dream
+You know row, row your boat, your blood forms a stream
+After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
+You took that paper you take a life or yo life get took bitch
+Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle
+Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel
+[Chorus]
+All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
+I'm supposed to die tonight
+Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
+I'm gonna ride tonight
+We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded
+I'm gonna ride tonight
+We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin'
+Somebody gon' die tonight
+
+[Verse 2]
+In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
+I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
+Big said, "Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
+And pray for my downfall," I understand it all
+But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
+So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
+I'm on that Kevlar vest shit, that Wild Wild West shit
+There's 81 one karat stones in my necklace
+I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wan' kill me
+Every projects in every hood I go, they feel me
+Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
+I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
+When I come out to play, and my mob ain't with me
+You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
+Homeboy, frontin' on me'll shorten your lifespan
+Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand
+Yeah!
+[Chorus]
+All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
+I'm supposed to die tonight
+Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
+I'm gonna ride tonight
+We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded
+I'm gonna ride tonight
+We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin'
+Somebody gon' die tonightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hate It or Love It (G-Unit Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, let's take 'em back
+Uh-huh
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl
+Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
+Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin felonies
+My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out My Melody"
+I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
+For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
+Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
+If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
+Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
+Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike
+Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
+I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & The Game]
+Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
+And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
+Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
+And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
+Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
+And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
+Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
+And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
+[Verse 2: The Game]
+I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"
+First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
+Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
+Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers
+At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
+I had the whole crowd yellin "Free Yayo!"
+So niggas better get up outta mine
+For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine
+And I'm rap's MVP
+Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C
+This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
+Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
+And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse
+This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
+Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
+Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth?
+Hahaha
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
+Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
+And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
+Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
+And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
+Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
+And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
+Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
+And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+From the beginnin to the end, losers lose, winners win
+This is real we ain't got to pretend
+The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain
+I thought it would change, it's stayin' the same
+
+[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
+How many of them boys is witcha'
+When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
+I'm walking with a snub, cause niggas do a lot of slick talkin
+In the club 'til they coughin on the rug
+Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud
+My role model is gone snortin up his drug
+Bad enough they want me to choke
+My boy just got poked in the throat
+Now it's an RIP shirt in my coat
+Now I'm speedin, reminiscin
+Holdin my weed in, never listen
+If I see him I'mma lift 'em
+And maybe that'll even the score
+But if not, it'll be me on the floor
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
+And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
+Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
+And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
+Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
+And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
+Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
+And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
+[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
+I started out at 15, scared as hell
+I took 30 off a pack and made them sales
+As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
+With that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose
+Sippin Easy Jesus, rockin a leases
+My momma whipped me when she found my pieces
+I look back on life and thank God I'm blessed
+We the best on the planet so forget the rest
+
+[Verse 5: Young Buck]
+You know I'm still nice with my cook game
+Look man, it's a hood thang; that's why I'm loved in Brook-lyn
+I handle mine just like a real nigga should
+If I do some time homey, I'm still all good
+Let me show you what a thug bout, born to die
+I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
+And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
+A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Young Buck]
+Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
+And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
+Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
+And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
+Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
+And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
+Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
+And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Straight to the Bank[Produced by Dr. Dre & Ty Fyffe]
+
+[Intro]
+When I'm out in N.Y., boy, it's blunts and Phillies
+When I'm out in L.A., boy, it's wraps and Swishers
+Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this
+Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
+Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
+Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm in my Lambo, maggot, my fo' fo' faggot
+Doors lift up, I'm like Go Go Gadget
+See the shit I got on, homie, I'd hate too
+My Teflon on, boy, my government issue
+I'll hit your vertebrae, bullets rip through tissues
+Your wife on the futon hugging that Shih Tzu
+Homie, you a bitch, you got feminine ways
+Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
+I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's
+And got more whips than a runaway slave
+Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
+When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
+When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
+When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
+I ain't even gotta rap now, life is made
+Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy, mane
+[Chorus]
+I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
+(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I keep nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
+I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
+Got it off the street movin bundles and O's
+Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
+Breeze pass with the E-Pass, fuck the toll
+No more platinum, I'm wearing gold
+I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
+That brings enough dough, it's never enough though
+Shit I need mo', new shit out the sto'
+Baby blue was old, fresh off the flo'
+Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
+Make the purple bring the green in, fuck the law
+I'm oh so raw, I'm hot, I'm sure
+I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe, boy
+I set the club on fire I told ya
+I'm the general; salute me soldier
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
+(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
+[Outro]
+Now work it out now, shorty work it out
+I wanna see you, break it down
+Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
+It's like a bank job I'm in and I'm out
+Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
+Now work it out now, work it out, work it outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Disco Inferno[Intro]
+One, two, three, let's go!
+
+[Hook]
+Li'l mama, show me how you move it
+Go 'head, put your back into it
+Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
+Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
+Li'l mama, show me how you move it
+Go 'head, put your back into it
+Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
+Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
+
+[Verse 1]
+Go, go, go, 50 in the house
+Bounce, y'all already know what I'm about
+The flow sound sick over Dre drums, nigga
+I ain't stupid, I say Doc then my doe come quicker, whoa!
+Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic
+Girl, watch, I'm like bounce that ass, girl
+I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here
+Front in here, we'll thump in here, oh!
+So gutter, so ghetto, so hood
+So gully, so grimey, what's good
+Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club with the snub
+Don't start nothing, there won't be nothing, uhh
+[Hook]
+Li'l mama, show me how you move it
+Go 'head, put your back into it
+Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
+Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
+Li'l mama, show me how you move it
+Go 'head, put your back into it
+Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
+Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
+
+[Bridge]
+Let's party! Everybody stand up
+Everybody put your hands up
+Let's party! Everybody bounce with me
+Sip champagne and burn a little greenery
+
+[Verse 2]
+It's hot! Disco inferno
+Let's go! You're now rocking with a pro
+I get dough to flip dough, to get more fa sho'
+Get my drink on, then get on the dance floor
+Look, homie, I don't dance, all I do is this
+It's the same two step wit a li'l twist
+Listen, pimpin', I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
+Pay attention, boy, I'll teach you how to do this shit
+You mix a little Cris' with a little Dom Perignon
+And a little Hennessy, you know we finna carry on
+I'm hollering at these shorties in the club trying to get right
+We gon' be up in this bitch till we break daylight (daylight)
+[Hook]
+Li'l mama, show me how you move it
+Go 'head, put your back into it
+Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
+Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
+Li'l mama, show me how you move it
+Go 'head, put your back into it
+Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
+Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
+
+[Verse 3]
+You see me shining, lit up with diamonds
+Cause I stay grindin', uh-huh
+Homie, you can catch me swooping
+Bentley coupin' switching lanes, haha
+If you see me rolling, you know I'm holding
+I'm bout my paper, yeah
+Nigga, I'm serious, I ain't playing
+I'll embed it in your brain, I'm off the chain, G-Unit
+Next level now, turn it up a notch
+Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot
+Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco
+Hands up on the dance floor, okay, let's go
+
+[Hook]
+Li'l mama, show me how you move it
+Go 'head, put your back into it
+Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
+Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
+Li'l mama, show me how you move it
+Go 'head, put your back into it
+Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
+Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+New Day[Intro]
+It don’t take much strength to pull a trigger
+But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living
+Let’s see ‘em try that
+Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy
+The working man is a tough guy
+
+[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
+Party people say, party people say
+Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day
+World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
+For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
+A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye
+
+[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
+I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me
+When I was feeling like Miller Lite and Ol' E
+But now I ride on some conscious shit
+I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
+Only one I could have a problem with is myself
+That’s probably why my only competition is myself
+From today to tomorrow the Doc is just rocking the same drum
+Fuck the past, though I ain’t forgot where I came from
+I got the club rocking, uh
+I got your girl jocking, uh
+Me and Fif’ still in this bitch, bitch
+We goin' the distance witchu party people, come on
+[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
+Party people say, party people say
+Ayy
+It’s a new day
+It’s a new day
+World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
+For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
+A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Ayy
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Now, you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
+Or push the dough on the liquor store, see where it get ya
+But me, I got to be on top
+I said, me I get to be on top
+I got the street on lock
+I’m on automatic pilot, ain't nobody stopping me
+Growing up in poverty ain't fill my heart with larceny
+Niggas ride, I don’t hide, I dump to get 'em off of me
+I’m a leader, look and see the natural born boss of me
+They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom
+Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em
+I got ‘em; the competition, red-dot 'em
+It’s dinner time when the 9 come out
+It’s off with the chain, off with the ring
+Move, bang, off with ya brain
+[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
+Party people say, party people say
+Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day
+World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
+For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
+A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye
+
+[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
+Marks on the wall
+It’s now or never at all
+I’m gonna give it my all
+Whether I rise or fall
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+True story, I said I’d get rich or die trying
+I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
+Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
+We paper chasing -- I’m always coming in first, cuz
+I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure
+I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya
+I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
+Fuck that, losing ain't an option
+I’m sharp I’m on point
+The ink from my ballpoint
+Throwing out my pain
+I’m back on my A-game
+I’m focused, for me this is just another victory
+Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally
+[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
+Party people say, party people say
+Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day
+World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
+For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
+A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+A Baltimore Love Thing[Intro]
+She loves me, she loves me not (Yeah)
+She loves me not
+
+[Verse 1]
+The fiends need me, I ain't around, they bones ache
+Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch them shake
+I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
+Take one hit and slide off to the Land of H, man
+When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
+Now, you tryna leave me, you never live without me
+Girl, I'm missing you, come and see me soon
+Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
+Now, put that needle to your arm princess, stick it in, relapse
+I'm back, bitch—don't ever try that
+All the shit I did for you, I made you feel good
+We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling
+What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
+You broke my heart, you dirty bitch, I won't forget what you did
+If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
+Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass starts smokin'
+But we have a bond that is not to be broken
+
+[Hook]
+We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me
+But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me?
+We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl
+Fucking with me, you can be all you can be
+We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me
+But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me?
+We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl
+Fucking with me, you can be all you can be
+[Verse 2]
+Baby, you know, on the low, your sister been eyein' me
+I'm good-looking, so you know, soon, she be trying me
+Heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl
+But boy, oh boy, fucking wit me is a whole 'nother world
+After that first night she fall in love, then chase the feelin
+I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing"
+Kurt Cobain—we were good friends; Ozzy Osbourne, too
+I be with rock stars—see, you lucky I'm fucking with you
+I chilled with Frankie Lymon and Jimi Hendrix crew
+See, this is new to you, but to me, this ain't new
+I live the lavish life; listen, if the mood is right
+Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight
+I never steer you wrong; if you hyper, I make you calm
+I'll be your incentive, a reason for you to move forward
+Let's make a date, promise me you'll come to see me
+Even if it means you have to sell your mama's TV
+I love you—love me back; no one said loving me'd be easy
+
+[Hook]
+We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me
+But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me?
+We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl
+Fucking with me, you can be all you can be
+We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me
+But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me?
+We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl
+Fucking with me, you can be all you can be (I love you)
+[Verse 3]
+I got you barefooted on glass, chasing a dove
+That monkey on your back symbolizes my love
+Your friends talk bad about me, bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em
+Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
+They talk to you when you up; when you down, they got nothing to say
+But when you call up, I come running, I always take the pain away
+They set you up to let you down; they crowned you prom queen
+They know 'bout me; behind your back, they call you a fucking fiend
+Can we just be alone so I can kiss and hug you?
+Push me inside you; no other man can love you like I do
+Call me Daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean, real good
+I find pleasure in pleasing you like a real man should
+It was written long before us; it was carved in a tree
+Forever, me and you, baby, we were meant to be
+There's more to life than laughter; what brought us together was fate
+And we'll be hand in hand when you walk through those pearly gates
+And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes
+
+[Hook]
+We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me
+But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me?
+We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl
+Fucking with me, you can be all you can be
+We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me
+But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me?
+We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl
+Fucking with me, you can be all you can beEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Still Think I’m Nothing[Intro: Jeremih & 50 Cent]
+Oh yeah
+Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
+Ouuh
+Bongo By The Way
+
+[Chorus: Jeremih & 50 Cent]
+They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
+Yeah
+Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
+Look at me now nigga
+Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
+Y'all niggas ain't shit
+They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
+I'm up nigga
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to
+When you come up how I came up, life's not gentle
+See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due
+I prayed on it, God didn't say nothing back
+Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack
+Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it
+A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna' take it
+You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber
+Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
+Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah
+If niggas want problems I'm sayin' this no problem
+I catch 'em on the late night and dearly depart 'em
+[Pre-Chorus: Jeremih]
+Look back
+Look where we started from
+It's all the beginning
+They ain't tell me why we come this far
+Now they feel it in the air
+When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
+Driving down the boulevard
+I remember when...
+
+[Chorus: Jeremih & 50 Cent]
+They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
+Yeah
+Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
+Look at me now nigga
+Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
+Y'all niggas ain't shit
+They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
+I'm up nigga
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I remember all the shit you said to me 'cause it hurt me
+Then it helped me 'cause then I was down to do the dirt
+See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route
+I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out
+And I got all kind of money now
+Look what you made me
+Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy
+My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard
+Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (GOD!)
+From playin' with Hot Wheels to collecting cars
+That shit in the duPont REGISTRY's in my yard
+Somehow the bullshit shifted
+Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted
+And I be like
+[Pre-Chorus: Jeremih]
+Look back
+Look where we started from
+It's all the beginning
+They ain't tell me why we come this far
+Now they feel it in the air
+When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
+Driving down the boulevard
+I remember when...
+
+[Chorus: Jeremih & 50 Cent]
+They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
+Yeah
+Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
+Look at me now nigga
+Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
+Y'all niggas ain't shit
+They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
+I'm up niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+GATman and Robbin[Intro: Eminem & 50 Cent]
+Gee willikers, Gatman, they got me surrounded
+I'm on my way
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem]
+I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
+A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
+And a (bat, man)
+What the fuck, are you retarded?
+You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+This ain't Batman, Robin, Cagney or Lacey
+It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
+Put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
+Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
+But go 'head, you try me
+I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV
+I leave no witnesses when I ride, B
+You fuck with me, you'll see
+I react like an animal and tear you apart
+If a masterpiece was murder I'd major in art
+Niggas know I was wrapped too tight from the start
+But being a little off landed me on top of the charts (woo!)
+So you take the good with the bad, I guess
+Level three Teflon plate on my chest
+Hammer cocked back, hollow tip in the chamber, danger
+Anger'll change ya, and make you aim at -- and squeeze
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem]
+I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
+A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
+And a (bat, man)
+
+[Verse 2: Eminem]
+Motherfucker, you retarded?
+You touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
+We're walking away from a beef in which clearly you started
+I said we're walking away, did you hear me?
+You oughta be thankful that we ain't beefin'
+We’re still breathing and just leave it at (THAT!)
+'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that BAT—mobile
+It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (BRRAT!)
+Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (ATTACKS!)
+Somewhere along the line it's like me and 50 made a (PACT!)
+He's got my back, I got his back (BACK!)
+It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
+'Cause when we beef we pull each other into the bullshit
+Like we're conjoined at the hip, this is unavoidable
+Some of the shit is squashable; some shit'll never boil over
+Some of it will just simmer at best if left alone
+But let it be known there will be no sitdowns
+With no Daves and 'Zinos
+There will be no peace discussions with me
+There ain't gonna be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
+Just quit fucking with me and I'll gladly quit fucking with you
+Just spit your sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
+Without mentioning me
+Or the machine of Jimmy Iovine or Dre or 50
+Or D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be
+Or we'll be (knock knock) with a
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem]
+GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
+A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
+And a (bat, man)
+What the fuck, are you retarded?
+You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Nigga, you get it twisted, you gon' get your wig splitted
+I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
+Man I hustle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard
+I go hard for that paper, homie, I just gotta get it
+Got a money scheme, you plot it, you can count me in I'm with it
+You cross me, you gon' make a cemetery visit
+That's gangsta, you know me I talk 'cause I live it
+Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop, way up the block
+Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop, the llama pop
+And it won't stop, you can run call the cops
+This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it
+That shit you got, put my pistol to you, I want it
+It's not a game, perfect aim
+You feel the flame up against your brain
+Man it's so hot, I'll make you wish it rained
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent (Eminem)]
+I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
+A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
+And a (bat, man)
+What the fuck, are you retarded?
+You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’ll Still Kill[Chorus: Akon]
+Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
+Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
+Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
+And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
+Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
+If niggas get to fucking around
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, respect come from admiration and fear
+You can admire me or you could catch one in your wig
+You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap
+So if a nigga get out of line then nigga get clapped
+I got an arsenal, an infantry I'm built for this mentally
+That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
+Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you
+Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do
+I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
+The Heckler and Koch'll tear half of your ass off
+I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playing
+The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain
+Get the message from the lines or get the message from the nine
+Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
+Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine
+I let twenty-one shots off at the same time, yeah
+[Chorus: Akon]
+Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
+Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
+Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
+And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
+Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
+If niggas get to fucking around
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, where I'm from death is always in the air, homie
+Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me
+I come creeping through the hood wearing Teflon
+Hit the corners, motherfuckers get left on
+Niggas know, if not, they better check my background
+Try and stick me I'll fill your back with MAC rounds
+Ask Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down
+I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house
+Cross the line, boy, I'ma air ya ass out
+Screw your face at me I wanna know what that's 'bout
+Nigga I know you ain't mad, I done came up
+And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up
+The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these niggas
+And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas
+A minute of my time, I get it cause I grind
+All across the globe like the world's mine, yeh
+[Chorus: Akon]
+Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
+Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
+Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
+And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
+Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
+If niggas get to fucking around
+
+[Verse 3: Akon]
+Konvict
+Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance
+And seen a MAC aiming at your head, man?
+Before you know it life is flashing, reminiscing
+And your body is dripping and full of lead, mane
+I done been there, I done copped that
+It ain't never been a question, I'm bout that
+Don't go there, you get clapped at
+And if you plan to fuck around and re-route that
+You'll never catch me riding around on these streets
+Without a couple metal pieces under my feet
+Fully automatic weapons unloaded will unleash
+Stash up under the carpet like a can of sea breeze
+50 don't make me ride on these niggas
+'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas
+50 don't make me ride on these niggas
+'Cause I be long gone like The Ripper so
+[Chorus: Akon]
+Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
+Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
+Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
+And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
+Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
+If niggas get to fucking aroundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Click Clack Pow Officer Down[Verse 1]
+It's on now, nigga
+Welcome to hell
+My hood, there's no telling
+What they do to you
+Across the street from Lucifer, he's only tough who...
+Stupid nigga, you be using the blame
+When the fif start to flame you'll be losing your brain
+
+[Bridge]
+And your boss is a bitch
+He snitched on Levar
+Junebug's a fucking flunky
+I don't trust him, either
+
+[Chorus 1]
+Eeney meeney miney mo
+Catch a piggy by the toe
+Click clack pow, officer down
+Eeney meeney miney mo
+Catch a piggy by the toe
+Click clack pow, officer down
+
+[Bridge]
+And your boss is a bitch
+He snitched on Levar
+Junebug's a fucking flunky
+I don't trust him, either
+[Verse 2]
+On the block, knocking down, taking shit getting real
+In the block takin streets, Spin head for the hills
+Now you talk that shit, but is you bout it dog
+Respect the full rank, you ain't know lil dog
+
+[Chorus 2]
+Eeney meeney miney mo
+If you catch a piggie when you get it let it go
+And get on down along the road
+Eeney meeney miney mo
+Eeney meeney miney mo
+Aaaaah Officer downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Best Friend (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent & Olivia]
+Ohhhh oooh!!! (Yeah! It's my tape man) Whoa
+Whoa oooh oooh oooh!!! (Listen to my tape)
+I've waited, yeah!!! (WOO!!!)
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Can I be your best friend if you promise you'll be mine?
+(Girl promise you'll be mine)
+They say he's just a friend (Uh huh)
+Now, girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friend
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin'
+If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin'
+I kiss like the french then put my tongue in your ear
+Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair
+For me a different scenery just means a different position
+In the tub or on the sink, I improvise now listen
+In the chopper or on the jet, join the mile high club
+I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love (Ha Ha)
+[Verse 2: Olivia]
+You said that I could call you whenever I needed someone to listen to me
+That's why I'm here standin' by your side cause you always come through for me
+So many others tried to be where you are but they just wanted to do me
+Glad you took your time and now I'm satisfied that's why I want you all to me
+
+[Hook: Olivia]
+Cause if you were my best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me baby)
+Can I be your best friend, I promise boy you'll be mine
+(Oooh baby be mine)
+I said he's just a friend, baby it's not pretend
+Either he is or he ain't my man, I said he's just a friend
+
+[50 Cent]
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine
+(Girl promise you'll be mine)
+Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)
+Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friend
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
+When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
+I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
+Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
+Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
+And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
+There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
+I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
+Separate, come on
+[Verse 4: Olivia]
+I'm not afraid to explore my body - oooh, gimme that feelin
+Now we can watch some TV or play a CD; baby that sexual healin'
+You tried to sing to me; you're never on the key, but you do it just to appease me
+I rather spend my time wastin' time with you; oooh wee you make it so easy
+
+[Hook: Olivia]
+Cause if you were my best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round all the time)
+Can I be your best friend, I promise boy you will be mine
+(Please baby be mine yeah!)
+I said he's just a friend (Oh Oooh!)
+Baby it's not pretend (No baby)
+Either he is or he ain't my man, I said he's just a friend
+
+[Bridge: Olivia]
+We been better than friends, for a long time
+Ain't no need to pretend, you'll always be mine
+We been better than friends, for a long time
+Ain't no need to pretend, you'll always be mine
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
+(I want you 'round me all the time)
+Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine
+(Girl promise you'll be mine)
+Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)
+Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
+Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)
+Please say he's just a friend
+If I was your best friendEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Psycho[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
+Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
+I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
+Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
+I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
+I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
+I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
+They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
+Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
+I'll come back bigger (bigger)
+Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me I'll get to you
+A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
+Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
+Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
+Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
+I'll blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest, I'll make a mess
+The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
+Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher
+'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven
+The system I done been through, it is nothing new to it to me
+They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies
+The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections
+They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection
+It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics
+But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific
+Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
+I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
+I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
+I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
+They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
+Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
+I'll come back bigger (bigger)
+Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
+
+[Verse 2: Eminem]
+Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid
+In the can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid
+You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
+Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
+Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
+Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
+Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
+Dead fetus is falling out all over, Jack is back again
+The Ripper's at your service, girl, I can see that you're nervous
+But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
+That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out
+I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
+It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
+Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
+He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
+Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
+Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
+'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
+CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
+If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
+I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
+I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
+I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
+They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
+Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
+I'll come back bigger (bigger)
+Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
+
+[Verse 3: Eminem]
+Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
+My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
+Killing so villainously
+Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
+You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
+And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
+
+[50 Cent]
+It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
+Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
+He must ain't know, but now we know how Shady the Math is
+Even murderous tactics get better with practice
+Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn
+School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn
+[Eminem]
+Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn
+I'm debating mutilating the lady
+You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
+There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
+I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
+Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her - I lost her
+Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
+And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub
+
+[50 Cent]
+When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
+The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
+In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
+Look deep in my eye, see many many men die
+I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
+I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
+I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
+I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
+They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
+Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
+I'll come back bigger (bigger)
+Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+UP! (Remix)[50 Cent]
+Bay Area!
+From the front to the back, from the left to the right side, we worldwide
+From the East to the West side, get it girl, that's right, let's ride
+She ain't gotta tell me she want it, she know I know that she with it
+She moan and groan when I get it, she tell me lick it, I did it
+She's a sexy thing
+Enough to make a nigga go crazy man, do crazy things
+We get to talkin' and touchin', we get to lickin' and stickin'
+Now, now you know what we doing, when you're around and we missin'
+We go through perfect positions, we get it poppin', now listen
+Too much pleasure to measure, she got the power to beat it
+Make her wanna give it to me in that major way
+Jack pot, jump shot, how a nigga fade away
+I mean way away, I be on that elite shit
+That HBK, heartbreak kid freak shit
+
+[Chorus]
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+
+[Young Jeezy]
+I'ma 'bout to call your bitch, cause she's scandalous
+I'm a pro with the wood, these niggas amateurs
+Make her bust a few times when I come through
+You can smoke a blunt and kick it like Kung Fu
+Goin' crazy on this pussy, on your nut too
+You done got 3 or 4, I'm tryna nut too
+She talk that shit she got a awful mouth
+Nigga hit her one time at the waffle house
+Right up in the IHOP
+But it definitely wasn't my spot
+Look at all these bitches, where the bad ones at?
+You know I hate a mad ho, where the glad ones at?
+I'm tryna dick some women when the club close
+Look at Jizzle, got the phantom full of club hoes
+Yeah, Jizzle in his baseball cap
+'Bout to beat the pussy up, nigga baseball bat
+[Chorus]
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+
+[T.I.]
+Beat that pussy up, jab, jab, right hook
+Send her home to her man, let 'em watch The Notebook
+Shorty wanna hang, I'm a coat hook
+Split that thing down the middle of the roll up
+Shown up, Gucci down to the shoe lace
+Hundred carats in the chain, no fugaise
+Hoes still sweat a nigga on a cool day
+Them other sucker niggas fake as April Fool's Day
+And a rich nigga gotta pay, that(s) what you say
+I got bitches from the bay to the UK
+Thick with it, pussy sweet like Kool-Aid
+Run abroad, then I let her bust two straight
+No suitcase on the PJ runway
+Me plus two, thats a G4 three way
+I give her man a hard time
+He gotta soft six and I gotta hard nine
+
+[Chorus]
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
+I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Irregular Heartbeat[Produced by Medi and G Rocka]
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Nigga, you pussy, you scared
+I can hear your heartbeat
+Why the fuck would you come around here?
+I can hear your heartbeat
+Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
+I can hear your heartbeat
+You bark while we bite around here
+I can hear your heartbeat
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit
+I want the bread, you want the bitch
+Come out your mouth slick I'll get you hit
+My niggas hungry, they hit a lick
+Fuck who you're with, niggas'll dump a clip
+We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
+I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
+Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
+You think my rap shit a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute
+Truth be told these niggas is hoes
+Once the shit set off, man, anything goes
+Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie
+If you ain't scared to die, nigga, why would you cry?
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Nigga, you pussy, you scared
+I can hear your heartbeat
+Why the fuck would you come around here?
+I can hear your heartbeat
+Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
+I can hear your heartbeat
+You bark while we bite around here
+I can hear your heartbeat
+
+[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
+30 something and you ain't never open your mouth yet
+Social media is giving cowards an outlet
+See him in person, say something, I doubt that
+Rather get caught with it than get caught without that
+Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve
+You stayin' at the ground, you mumblin' your words
+Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt
+Pussy your whole life, you always been a bird
+Scared for so long it's all up in your nerves
+Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves
+And I'm killin' you first, if we ever do a purge
+And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge
+And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible
+Nigga, you vaginal
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Nigga, you pussy, you scared
+I can hear your heartbeat
+Why the fuck would you come around here?
+I can hear your heartbeat
+Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
+I can hear your heartbeat
+You bark while we bite around here
+I can hear your heartbeat
+
+[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
+Money for bail, money to bail
+Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell
+FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales
+Kept fate when all hope fail
+Niggas rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse
+Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth
+I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house
+Niggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about
+I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out
+Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens
+Left a nigga brains hangin' out like we chillin'
+Stankin' like shipments, over my shillings
+Up your security, Rida gang in the building
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Nigga, you pussy, you scared
+I can hear your heartbeat
+Why the fuck would you come around here?
+I can hear your heartbeat
+Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
+I can hear your heartbeat
+You bark while we bite around here
+I can hear your heartbeatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hold On[Produced by Charli Brown Beatz]
+
+[Verse 1]
+I woke up this morning, this is insane
+Rich as a motherfucker, and ain't much changed
+Open my eyes, no surprise, I'm with a different bitch
+Different day, different ass, different tits
+Strap under my pillow, I done went legit
+I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget
+The true principles of life are supply and demand
+Guess if you never sold dope it's hard to understand
+My man got knowledge of self and my back, God
+Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off
+My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
+Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
+Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck
+Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you're up
+I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
+Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics
+
+[Chorus]
+We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
+Nigga, hold up, hold on
+Hold on
+These niggas, they watching every dime we make
+Hold up, hold on
+Hold on
+[Verse 2]
+We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view
+Instead we get the D's in the rear view
+We learn to play the game how it's supposed to be played
+And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed
+It's not a big deal to me, stay calm
+I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bonds
+But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I'll get it done
+Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one
+Used to do graffiti, now look we major
+Don't make me write my name across your face with a razor
+Re-Up, new coke, they say this sample the bomb
+This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one
+Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency
+No lactose involved, pure coca leaf
+You can sniff that or cook that to my belief
+That money coming in like we run the streets
+
+[Chorus]
+We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
+Nigga, hold up, hold on
+Hold on
+These niggas, they watching every dime we make
+Hold up, hold on
+Hold on
+[Verse 3]
+This shit go how I said, go when it's time to expand
+So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan
+You a gangster for real, you ready to ride?
+Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride
+Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind
+Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined
+We don't want your block, just cop your work from us
+Those niggas you call allies can't be trust
+That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch
+Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
+On the phone I heard 'Ya smacked the shit outta a kid
+Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again
+When it's war, it'll be war to the bitter end
+If they ever say we lose, I start it again
+That sneaky nigga spray that Semi at your momma crib
+With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit
+
+[Chorus]
+We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
+Nigga, hold up, hold on
+Hold on
+These niggas, they watching every dime we make
+Hold up, hold on
+Hold onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+So Disrespectful[Intro]
+I'm so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+I'm so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+
+[Verse 1]
+Your daddy fucked your momma then fucked your sister
+Then climbed in your bed playing with your shitter
+Go 'head, take your belt off and hang yourself
+Matter of fact, grab your strap and bang yourself
+Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond
+I'm a big dick, you know, the one everybody on
+You 'gon make me sing ''Murder Was the Case''
+Bullets ricochet, *ping ping*, shoot the star off your face
+I'm international, I'm never home, mane
+I've been gone so long my accent changed
+You better watch who you fuck with, mate
+Or you gon' make me carve your ass up now straight
+Come on, Game, you will never be my equal
+Your homies shoot doors, my niggas shoot people
+See, me, I'm what you never gon' be
+I'm in that tax bracket you never gon' see
+
+[Chorus]
+When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+See, I get so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+See, I get so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+[Verse 2]
+That nigga Buck like Gator, tell momma he done smoked the TV
+I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G
+Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pimp C
+Man, keeping these motherfuckers rich ain't easy
+Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy
+And his CDs didn't sell like his CDs
+Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on them breezies
+Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like Weezy
+Look, I don't give a fuck, nigga, please believe me
+No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me
+It's crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy
+They say, "50, nah, don't fuck with him, he oh so greasy
+Yeah, he used to share that paper, now he oh so greedy"
+It's funny how they shit on me 'cause them, they need me
+See, me, I'm number one, I'm loading up my gun
+I catch you and you done, you pussy, nigga, run
+
+[Chorus]
+When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+See, I get so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+See, I get so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+[Verse 3]
+They say first comes love, then comes marriage
+Instead, I got Shaniqua in a baby carriage
+Then came the cash, then the baby mama drama
+I gave that bitch a half a mill', she blew it on Prada
+I remember when I met the bitch and she ain't have nada
+Got my son on some fly shit, now I gotta buy shit
+Man, I can't even flaunt shit 'cause everybody want shit
+Everybody mad, damn, even my dad
+And I don't even know him, now how the fuck I owe him?
+I ain't giving nobody shit, I'ma show them
+I gave Game hits, he told me to suck dick
+Start screaming "Westside" and Dre ain't say shit
+Now we just eat off him and when I talk to Em
+A smile comes on his face, he told me "Here's the case"
+Enemies stay enemies but friends they change
+Niggas go crazy over money, my mane
+
+[Chorus]
+When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+See, I get so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectful
+See, I get so disrespectful
+So, so, so disrespectfulEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Baby by Me[Produced by Polow Da Don]
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
+Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire
+
+[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
+I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
+So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
+Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
+See what I mean, oh (see what I mean)
+I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on)
+Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
+Come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean
+See what I mean, come see what I mean, come on
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+First is her neck, yeah, then her back
+Me I'm a freak, I get into all that
+Girl, I'll perform for ya like a porno star
+'Til you've had enough then I just need a little bit more
+New music, new mood, new position
+New erotic sounds, it's going down, now listen
+I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin'
+I could paint a perfect picture
+I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'd get ya
+I’d work that, murk that, just the way you like it, baby
+Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe
+Your sex drive it match my sex drive
+Then we be moving as fast as a Nascar rides
+Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now
+You could feel every inch of it when we intimate
+I use my tongue, baby, a little sprung maybe
+I had your head spinning saying ''50 so crazy''
+[Bridge: Ne-yo]
+I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
+So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
+Come show me, see what I mean, see what I mean
+See what I mean, oh (see what I mean)
+I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on)
+Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
+Come show to me (see what I mean)
+Come see what I mean, see what I mean, see what I mean
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (oh)
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (come see what i mean)
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh)
+Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh)
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh)
+Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Yeah, yeah, oh)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Girl, I want you to give me what you got then give me more
+Baby, you could start on top or all-fours
+You know I like it when you get in to it
+Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
+Feel a rush from my touch
+Get intoxicated, drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug
+Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on the regular
+Tell me what you want, shawty, and that's what I'mma get to ya
+Yo, I need you to be what I need more than liquor and weed
+I need you to maybe give me a seed
+I need you to give me a reason to breathe
+I need you, I'm telling you so now you know what I need
+I'll be your part time or full time lover, significant other
+Don’t matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter
+Girl, you could get it however you wanna get it
+I’m feeling you, still I'm feeling you right now, I'mma get it
+[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
+I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
+So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
+Come show me, see what I mean, see what I mean
+See what I mean
+I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on)
+Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
+Come show to me (see what I mean)
+Come see what I mean, see what I mean, see what I mean
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
+Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
+Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaireEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Poor Lil Rich[Verse 1]
+I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
+My gat talk for me, blaow, what up, homie?
+My watch saying "Hi shorty, we could be friends"
+My whip saying "Quit playing, bitch, get in"
+My earring saying "We can hit the mall together"
+Shorty, it's only right that we ball together
+I'm into bigger things, y'all niggas, y'all know my style
+Your wrist "bling bling", my shit "bling blaow"
+My pinky ring talk, it say "Fifty, I'm sick"
+That's why these niggas is on my dick
+Some hate me, some love my hits
+Flex my man, he gon' bump my shit
+See, I'm a liar, man, I really don't care (I don't care)
+I tell the hoes whatever they wanna hear
+You tryna play me, I'ma blaze you then
+My cross cost more than the crib your mamma raised you in
+
+[Hook]
+I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
+Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
+You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
+In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
+Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
+Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
+You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
+In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
+[Verse 2]
+New York niggas copy niggas like it's all good
+Fuck around, be Crip-walking in the wrong hood
+I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bammer
+I'm from NY whoadie, but I know country grammar (Woo)
+See, me, I get it crunk, niggas go head and front
+I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out, I'm done (Yeah)
+My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
+You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad, chump (Uh-huh)
+Don't make me hit you up, these shells'll split you up
+I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get you up
+See, 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay with heat
+I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
+I'm real gutter, man; the hood love me, man
+Don't make me show up in your crib like bruh-man
+Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
+CO screaming, "Shut the fuck up!" in the bing
+
+[Hook]
+I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
+Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
+You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
+In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
+Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
+Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
+You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
+In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
+[Verse 3]
+I'm in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday
+Range on Wednesday; Thursday, I'm in the hooptay
+Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
+Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway (Woo!)
+Shawty, she could tell you 'bout my dick game (Yeah)
+But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
+Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed
+These young boys, they done got they own work, man
+
+[Hook]
+I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
+Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
+You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
+In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
+Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
+Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
+You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
+In the backseat fondling your bitch, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Smoke[Intro: Trey Songz & (50 Cent)]
+Ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, a-ay, girl
+You know its Dr. Dre, girl (Dre, girl)
+(Its 50) And Trigga, yeah
+
+[Break: Trey Songz]
+Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?
+'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
+All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke
+All they smell is smoke
+The way your body roll, I'ma lose control
+'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
+All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke
+All they smell is smoke
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Come on
+Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba
+Blue sapphires on days when she feelin' Hoover
+She hood and in the mood when I'm in the mood
+Erotic, so exotic, I'm psychotic about it
+I don't want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample
+That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb
+She's a narcotic, that bomb shit burnin', we smokin'
+My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing
+She ain't jealous, I keep Nina around
+In the small of my back in case some shit go down
+Right under my Hermes, I'm hearin' the word is
+Me, I'm a P.I.M.P
+I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some
+Then pass it to the homies 'til we all get done
+Niggas can't comprehend what this shit 'bout
+Police comin', you like, put this shit out
+[Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent]
+You like smoke and you got me high
+You make a nigga want to get down
+High
+High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud
+Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
+You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
+You're like smoke and you got me high
+So high make your love come down
+High
+One time, have that ass turnt out
+Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
+You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
+You're like smoke
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now
+100 degrees, that's with or without the top down
+But when she get to workin' her hips, you know the temperature rise
+Oh Lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs
+She like the stones in my cross, she flawless
+I'm thinkin' damn, why would God give one woman all this?
+You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me
+It's complicated, my occupation, pimpin' ain't easy
+Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks
+Back when I was pumpin' crack, now my cards are black
+Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs
+If I want it I buy it, I don't care what this shit costs
+Luther said it: a house is not a home without her
+I had 'em panties on the Greyhound filled up with powder
+But what she showed what she'll do for me has no limits
+Her wantin' is temporary 'cause for sure she gon' get it, wassup
+[Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent]
+You like smoke and you got me high
+You make a nigga want to get down
+High
+High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud
+Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
+You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
+You're like smoke and you got me high
+So high make your love come down
+High
+One time, have that ass turnt out
+Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
+You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
+You're like smoke
+
+[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
+Everybody showin' the love when she at the door
+Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole
+I'm tryina get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that
+Got me addicted, I'm trippin', where the stash at?
+Baby, baby, don't you know?
+Faded, baby, just like smoke
+
+[Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent]
+And you got me high
+So high
+Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
+You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
+You're like smoke and you got me high
+Ring the alarm it's on
+High
+Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
+Ring the alarm it's on
+You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
+You're like smoke
+[Outro: 50 Cent & Trey Songz]
+Ring the alarm it's on
+Smoke, you're like smoke
+Yeah my nigga, wassup?
+Girl, you're like smoke, smoke
+Fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gotta Make It to Heaven[Produced by Megahertz]
+
+[Chorus]
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven
+
+[Verse 1]
+Some say I'm paranoid, I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
+I been to ICU once, I ain't going again
+First Z got murked then Roy got murked
+And homie still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt?
+I smell something fishy, man, it might be a rat
+Damn, niggas switching sides on niggas just like that
+You know me, I stay with a bitch on her knees
+And give guns away in the hood like it's government cheese
+Spray off Suzuki's, eleven hundred cc's
+No plate on the back, straight squeezing the MAC
+In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
+So I switch up whips to stay off the radar
+I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
+I'll send Yayo to dump 30 shots on your block
+You should spray that TEC, nigga, if I say get it done
+I'll make you wet niggas if you 'round me son
+[Chorus]
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven
+
+[Verse 2]
+When I come through the hood, I don't stop to rap to niggas
+Get close enough to smack ya, then clap ya nigga
+Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
+Point blank range I spazzed, pulled a bone on his ass
+Two weeks later niggas came through with MACs to lay me down
+They sprayed, I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
+Out the blue I get a phone call: "Fifty what up?"
+"They sent a bitch at me, I sent the bitch back cut up"
+I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy
+Front on me you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy
+Cousin Twin shot up his mamma crib, now he in jail
+Tripping off flicks of Blu Cantrell, pussy, and black tail
+Pop mama moved, but she don't talk to him no mo'
+The shells from Twin's fo'-fo' blew the hinge off her door
+Without that check every month how she going to pay for the crib?
+Man, social service finna come and take them kids
+
+[Chorus]
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven
+[Verse 3]
+Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
+The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference
+In AA they make you say that
+That's the prayer they burn in your head when you  in CASAT
+Man, I might talk to you while we up in them pens
+But when we come home that don't mean we gon' fucking be friends
+The shells pass your head close enough to hear 'em whistle
+Thank God they missed you and go grab your pistol
+In the hood niggas running 'round acting crazy
+Buying little Air Jordans for maybe babies
+See it might be his and it might be yours
+Because them broads in the projects is straight up whores
+Man, it don't take much for you to get in them drawers
+You can have them on they back or on all fours
+You ain't got to tell me, you feeling this shit
+Because I hear what I'm saying, I know I'm killing this shit
+
+[Chorus]
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
+I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
+I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to HeavenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blood Hound[Intro: 50 Cent]
+G-Unit, UTP
+Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
+G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
+G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent
+Get 'em Buck, man (Rrrrr, hoo!)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fucking playing
+I move on you with that Mac, mane
+Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
+Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane
+See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so long
+Them niggas get laid out
+Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid
+That's when I start bringing them thangs out
+Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip
+Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane
+When witnesses around they know how we get down
+So when the cops come they ain't see shit, mane
+My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
+Come through the hood and you can cop that
+I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit that's the gang
+Come through here stunting you'll get popped at
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+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
+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
+[Verse 2: Young Buck]
+I came in this game knowing niggas gon' hate me
+Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider
+I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
+I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya
+When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
+You niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya
+Me and Chili in your city with a couple nine-milli's
+You better stay 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
+Right now we smacking 'em with platinum and they hate it
+'Cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for
+I represent it 'cause I'm in it
+UTP until I'm finished, Juvenile, they can't stop us
+And I admit it, I live it
+I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+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
+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
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me grinning
+And you hear niggas call me grimy
+They hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
+I'm outta town, they can't find me
+When I come back around, man, I'ma back 'em down
+I run up busting that TEC, mane
+If you ain't got a gun and you can't fucking run
+My advice is you hit the deck, mane
+But if you get away and come back another day
+My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane
+'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay
+And we'll come checking through your set, mane
+Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head
+I ain't paying no fucking debt, mane
+'Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
+You's a fucking fake ass connect, mane
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+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
+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 thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get In My Car[Intro]
+Uh-huh
+Yeah
+Uh-huh
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm a straight gorilla with it, cold-hearted killer with it
+Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it (Yeah)
+I make it hot, motherfuckers freeze up when I come through
+Mac-10, 32-shot clip in my snorkel (Uh-huh)
+I might smile and say, "What's up?" but I don't fuck with you niggas
+My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas (Woo)
+I'm on the edge, I'm just waiting on a nigga to push me
+Put my hand on my strap—what you looking at, pussy?
+We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
+So much chrome on my Benz, you see your face in my rims
+If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
+I don't play, but I'm a playa 'til the motherfucking end
+
+[Chorus]
+I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh)
+I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
+I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha)
+And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
+I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh)
+I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
+I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes (Hahahaha)
+And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
+[Verse 2]
+Don't tell me you don't know that, ah—I'm the shit
+Now, you better watch your girl, man, I leave with your bitch
+I ain't stunting these hoes, man, I'm 'bout my paper
+If your bitch really 'bout it, nigga, I'm gon' take her
+Backseat of my Jeep, fuck 'til I fuck up her makeup (Uh-huh)
+Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob (Woo)
+Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icy
+My game fuck with a bitch brain 'til she think she wifey (Yeah)
+Spent her life savings in a day, 'cause she likes me
+Committment from me, uhh... nah, not likely
+Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto something
+But then the next week, nah, man, it was nothing (Hahaha)
+
+[Chorus]
+I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
+I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
+I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
+And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car (Hahaha)
+I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh)
+I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
+I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
+And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car (Hahaha)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie (Uh-huh)
+They blood shot red, it's ganja in my system, I'm high
+First it's pain when you lust for love; then, it's smooth and calm
+Feel the rush, like a needle's in your arm (Uh-huh)
+It's a cold world, baby girl, loving me is not enough
+Find out when you fucking broke, love won't get you on the bus (Yeah)
+Man, you should see the pretty bitches that be sexing me
+They suck cock; to make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me (Woo)
+Hundred percent thug, freak, too, I'll taste your love
+69's the position, your mouth's full, baby, huh?
+My conversation's so deep, I get in your head
+Next thing you know, you yawning, turning over, and I'm in your bed
+[Chorus]
+I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
+I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
+I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha)
+And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
+I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh)
+I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in)
+I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha)
+And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
+
+[Outro]
+Hahahaha
+Quit playing, bitch! Get in
+You know you wanna ride with a nigga
+50 Cent
+G-G-G-G-G-Unit
+Hahaha
+(Gunshots)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In My Hood[Verse 1]
+Niggas screw they face up at me
+On some real shit son they don’t want beef
+I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
+There ain’t a shell left in my heat
+Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down
+You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it
+You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out
+Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking
+I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
+If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll
+Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold
+Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
+The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck
+Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup
+I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk
+Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk
+
+[Chorus]
+In my hood niggas got love for me
+But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
+In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
+And niggas just don’t know how to act
+In my hood niggas is grimey
+I stay on point, I roll with my gat
+In my hood niggas might buck at me
+So I keep something around to buck back
+In my hood
+[Verse 2]
+I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul
+When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told
+Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth
+Niggas’ll come to your place, put a gun in your face
+Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race
+Cause a robbery could turn into a homo’ case
+Co-operate, or Doc’ll have to operate
+Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
+Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake
+These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em
+I’m observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing
+Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running
+They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
+I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m ’sposed to eat when it’s hot?
+
+[Chorus]
+In my hood niggas got love for me
+But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
+In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
+And niggas just don’t know how to act
+In my hood niggas is grimey
+I stay on point, I roll with my gat
+In my hood niggas might buck at me
+So I keep something around to buck back
+In my hood
+[Verse 3]
+The house party off the hook until them shots go off
+Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
+You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin
+Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin
+Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
+Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
+Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
+Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
+The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up
+You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up
+It ain’t good to do good in my hood
+*Click-clack, blam* You know not to do good now
+
+[Chorus]
+In my hood niggas got love for me
+But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
+In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
+And niggas just don’t know how to act
+In my hood niggas is grimey
+I stay on point, I roll with my gat
+In my hood niggas might buck at me
+So I keep something around to buck back
+In my hoodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Like My Style[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I know you like my style
+You like how I break it down
+I know you like my style
+You like how I break it down
+I know you like my style
+You like how I break it down
+Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
+Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
+Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough
+The original don dada, nobody bomb harder
+Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot
+The hoodrats they say "He so crazy"
+The snitches they say "He tried to spray me"
+But that's what you get for trying to play me
+The aftermath of my wrath is so shady
+No matter how you try, you can't stop this
+I catch ya stunting in the Bentley Coupé cockpit
+If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket?
+Front and find out how my P-40 Glock hit
+"50, you need some help?" Chill, Yayo, I got this
+See, where I'm from, man, the D's tryin' to knock us
+They swear to God that it's me selling the choppers
+Man, I ain't give them little niggas no product
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I know you like my style
+But how much do you like my style?
+You like how I break it down
+Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
+I know you like my style
+But how much do you like my style?
+You like how I break it down
+Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+The birds they say I got a way with words
+I be like "baby girl, I like them curves"
+If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
+I'm a bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
+Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure
+I make hits about what I do in my leisure
+G-Unit gang, can't another clique out there see us
+Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us
+Groupie hoes from the hood, they be trying to G us
+Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us
+Girlfriend quit pretending, I'm the nigga ya love
+And I ain't got to say nothing, you know that I'm thugging
+Put my hands on that ass and ya say that I'm bugging
+We family, baby, kissing cousins
+Now look what the riff raff done drug in
+For the cheese my degrees is hotter than ya oven
+I'm a New Yorker, but I sound Southern
+And we sip DP 'til the Don stop bubblin'
+After we play, ok, go to ya husband
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I know you like my style
+But how much do you like my style?
+You like how I break it down
+Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
+I know you like my style
+But how much do you like my style?
+You like how I break it down
+Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+Em said you gon' like my style
+Dre said you gon' like my style
+I said you gon' like my style
+You will like how I break it down
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+You're not really, really ready, ready
+The drama'll have ya ass in trauma, boy
+You're not really, really ready, ready
+My knife flip open and then I gets to poking
+You're not really, really ready, ready
+Them shells start popping, them bodies gets to dropping
+You're not really, really ready
+You think you're ready? You're not
+Really, really ready, readyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Don’t Know Officer[Intro: 50 Cent]
+It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
+I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
+I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
+But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Nowadays niggas snitchin' so much in the street
+That you gotta talk to them like they the police
+Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
+I don't know nothin 'bout settlin no beef in the streets
+Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
+I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
+Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
+I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
+Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
+Coke, dope, x, dust or crystal meth
+Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash
+Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass
+
+[Hook: Prodigy]
+Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
+I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
+I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
+But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
+I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
+All I know who spittin all I know who givin
+Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
+Listen, keep it far away from me
+I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentiary
+All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
+When the album drop they go bezerk
+Mad video play, crazy radio spins
+Number one all the time, our reign never ends
+Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin
+They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin
+
+[Chorus: Spider Loc
+Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
+I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
+I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
+But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
+
+[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
+I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
+But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
+I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
+Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
+You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
+Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
+And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
+I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
+I don't know why my name in your female's phone
+But you really startin to sound like a female holmes
+Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
+We on the internet tryin to get our Email on
+[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
+Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
+I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
+I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
+But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
+
+[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
+Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
+To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
+I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
+I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
+I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
+You know how easy it is to get shit confused
+I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
+Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise
+Oops my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
+Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
+I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
+He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep
+
+[Hook: Mase]
+Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
+I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
+I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
+But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
+[Verse 5: Mase]
+I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
+And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
+You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
+There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
+I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
+I don't know why niggas rap for years and can't make hotter music
+Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
+Body drop, shotty pop, and niggas wanna tie me to it
+I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
+Why them Harlem CB4 niggas just keep comin at me
+Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
+Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
+I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
+I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
+But you think I know cause you know how my squad doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+God Gave Me Style[Chorus]
+God gave me style, God gave me grace
+God give me style, God give me grace
+God put a smile on my face
+Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
+God make me shine like the sun
+God make me shine like the sun
+Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
+Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
+
+[Bridge]
+It ain't my fault, I just reach for style
+I'm hot, I breaks it down
+It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
+The way I break it down
+
+[Verse 1]
+Listen, you can call me what you want, black and ugly
+But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
+When my CD's drop, they sell the best
+You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
+I'm a track star runnin' through life chasin' my dreams
+Best deal I made was tradin' the mic for that triple beam
+I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell
+If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell?
+I need no answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell
+Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl
+Don't much good come from me, but my music
+It's a gift given from God, so I'ma use it - yeah
+[Chorus]
+God gave me style, God gave me grace
+God give me style, God give me grace
+God put a smile on my face
+Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
+God make me shine like the sun
+God make me shine like the sun
+Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
+Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
+
+[Bridge]
+It ain't my fault, I just reach for style
+I'm hot, I breaks it down
+It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
+The way I break it down
+
+[Verse 2]
+Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself
+Bunch of niggas around, I'm still by myself
+I drift off on a cloud, by myself
+Thinkin 'bout nothin more, than life - what else?
+These days it's hard to tell who really cares for me
+So when you hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
+I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
+If times are hard when you hear it, know you'll be okay
+A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time
+You're out the hood, that's good, now stay on the grind
+I'm a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I ab-sorb fast
+I'm in a class by myself, you do the math
+[Chorus]
+God gave me style, God gave me grace
+God give me style, God give me grace
+God put a smile on my face
+Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
+God make me shine like the sun
+God make me shine like the sun
+Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
+Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
+
+[Outro]
+(It ain't my fault) yeah
+Shoutout to Reverand Floyd Flake
+(It ain't my fault) Creflo Dollar, TD Jakes
+Bishop Eddie L. Long. Easy-L shorty. Ha ha
+Wooo! Feels good
+Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Morton
+Cause my mama'll kill me, ha haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Crazy[Intro: PnB Rock]
+Made it ma! Top of the world!
+I'm going crazy
+I'm going out of my head
+
+[Chorus: PnB Rock]
+It feels like I'm going crazy
+Nothing can save me
+I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey
+I can't stop staring out my window
+Choppa and my pistol
+I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I'm exhausted, last night I lost it
+Let the homies get loose, I'm sure I'ma get the lawsuit
+Nana called, my granddaddy coughing up blood
+Got an infection, the cycle of life just sucks
+I bet when he die, she die, just because
+They been together 60 years, that's what they call love
+Paid for my first cousin wedding, over 200 grand
+Then two kids and six years later, he's the wrong man
+I woke up this morning, really wasn't feeling myself
+Thought about suicide but me, I ain't killing myself
+My cousin Dory shot his girlfriend then shot himself in the head
+Before I shoot myself, I'm shooting everyone else kid
+My head aching, my hands shaking, I'm sweating bullets
+And it ain't even hot in this bitch, I'm going through it
+My mind playing tricks on me, I mean, shit homie
+I might need a straitjacket fit for me
+[Chorus: PnB Rock]
+It feels like I'm going crazy
+Nothing can save me
+I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey
+I can't stop staring out my window
+Choppa and my pistol
+I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+My favorite uncle Roc got twisted 'til that liquor gave him sugar
+Had complications once or twice, that shit fucked up his liver
+To me he’s still the man cause see me I still remember
+That lil’ snorkel he bought me to stay warm that December
+I was sleeping in the basement, the window had a draft
+Even with the electric heater, I was freezing my ass
+I got some money now so if I die before him, I'ma leave it to him
+He can have a fine nurse put that insulin needle to him
+Called my son twice, he ain't picking up the phone
+And Banks, me and him don't even talk no more
+You know cause of me, he ain't never have to sell crack
+Never used no knife or had to squeeze no strap
+But if I go tonight, I bet you I'm hellbound
+For cocaine distribution and letting off MAC rounds
+Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house
+Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out
+[Chorus: PnB Rock]
+It feels like I'm going crazy
+Nothing can save me
+I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey
+I can't stop staring out my window
+Choppa and my pistol
+I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Then I was in the second row the second time Em married Kim
+Looking at Proof like, "How much you think this gon' cost them?"
+Feels like a set up, Shaniqua's being nice to me
+I rather a nigga just put a knife in me
+Than go through the emotions, the confusion and commotions
+Never die down in my head, they keep going
+It feels like I'm God's punching bag on occasions
+Amazing, on other days, I feel like I'm His favorite
+I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade
+When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade
+My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch
+Life without my old girl, I couldn't see that
+My grandpa was the strongest, then he broke down and I broke down
+I looked around like if shit go bad now, who I'm gon' go to now?
+That was his partner, see he knew everything about her
+Now he's saying he don't wanna live without her
+[Chorus: PnB Rock]
+It feels like I'm going crazy
+Nothing can save me
+I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey
+I can't stop staring out my window
+Choppa and my pistol
+I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-headEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Position of Power[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Ha ha ha! I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
+Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!
+Ha ha ha..
+
+[Refrain: 50 Cent]
+Aw nigga don't trip, I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip
+I won't hesitate to let off a clip
+Aw nigga don't trip, you gon' make me get on some shit
+Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
+Aw nigga don't trip, you gon' get your monkey-ass hit
+Runnin your lip, tryin to fuck with my clique
+Aw nigga don't trip, in case you didn't know who this is
+It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
+Aw nigga don't trip
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam'
+Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
+I'm the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam
+Cruising, bumping Buck's shit, Ruger in my hand
+Thinking the East ain't enough, it's time to expand
+I plan to head out West and plant my feet down
+A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
+I do a little house shopping, and buy me a crib
+It's palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
+I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
+Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
+Mama'd turn in her grave if I married a white chick
+But Becky'll suck the chrome off a Chevy and shit
+Niggas be wearing fake shines, I'm rocking a lil' charm
+30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
+Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
+I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder
+My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour
+They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power
+You fuck around if you wanna
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Where I'm from you learn to blend in or get touched
+I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
+Niggas know my steez, they don't fuck with me son
+You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun
+This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it's real laid back
+Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
+I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz
+You get the same shit for ten bodies you get from one cuz
+I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour
+Chrome and some wood grain
+You know a nigga still really tryin to move 'caine
+Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I ain't playing
+I'm up early with the birds, word, putting that work in
+Pirellis on the Porsche chirping, I'm making moves
+I got a hundred mil from music, a hundred grand from crack
+Gonna see my jeweler so I can blow a stack
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
+I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder
+My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour
+They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power
+You fuck around if you wannaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Realest Niggas[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+Shadyville Entertainment
+Bad Boy collaboration
+
+[Uncredited vocals]
+I love niggas, I love niggas
+Because niggas are me
+And I should only love that which is me
+I love to see niggas go through changes
+I love to see niggas shoot the shit
+But there's one thing about niggas I do not love
+
+[Notorious B.I.G.]
+To all my Brooklyn
+To all my Uptown
+To all my Bronx
+To all my Queensbridge
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rip it quick
+And kicks it quick - you know how black niggas get
+With them hoods, fatigues; with the boots with trees
+Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy G's
+Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
+On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm bagging you, huh
+Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
+Flash the roll, make them wet in their pantyhose
+Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
+Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
+Just in case a nigga wanna act out
+I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
+That's a real nigga
+[Hook: 50 Cent] (x2)
+We the realest nigga
+50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
+Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga
+Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga
+Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo' sho'!
+
+[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
+Just in case Dread wanna riff
+He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
+Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
+That's a real nigga for ya'
+Get mad do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
+Spit at the D.A., because fuck what she say
+She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
+Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale
+Where the hand skills are real ill
+You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
+Ha-ha, yo chief, pass the buddha
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
+Even my P.O., she called me "the Ginger Bread Man"
+I catch a new case, and tell her ass: "Catch me if you can"
+Don't let your people fill you up with octane, I'm not playing
+Get gassed up, to get blast up
+Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
+Check it: thou shalt not fuck with, nor see Poppa
+50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off proper
+There's no place like home, New York! New York!
+I run this city, and I don't dance around like Diddy
+Niggas is giddy, till they're smacked silly
+Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they don't want drama really
+Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli
+In the hood they feel me {*Gun cock*} ha! I'm on fire!
+Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit {*Gunshot*}
+Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit - bitch!
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m a Hustler[Produced by DJ Scratch]
+
+[Verse 1]
+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
+The .45 will tear you out the frame
+It's like the rich get richer and the poor don't get a fucking thing
+For me ain't nothin' changed, but the things my money bring
+My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
+Who peoples got plenty 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' chopped on chow lines
+An old timer schooled me, said: "Don't burn bridges, my friend
+Imagine the G-Dub close and yo' ass gotta swim"
+I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk in New York
+Me and shorty stood from afar and had a talk
+He said "I told him if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
+Look at his hand, it's still shakin' - he had a lot of nerve"
+
+[Hook]
+If it wasn't for the flow
+I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
+I'm a hustler
+If it wasn't for the flow
+I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
+I'm a hustler
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, when the Feds 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
+I 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 before you see 300Z's
+Tree top to feel the breeze, coke connects for key's
+Yo' bitches sexin' me, take me to ecstacy
+Once I nut, I don't want 'em next to me
+If it's on, mother fucker, believe I'mma ride
+I'm the type to swallow my blood 'fore I swallow my pride
+Letters on my sweater read DKNY
+Got grimy niggas runnin' with me from BKNY
+
+[Hook]
+If it wasn't for the flow
+I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
+I'm a hustler
+If it wasn't for the flow
+I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
+I'm a hustler
+[Verse 3]
+They say I don't sound like a killer, well, how a killer sound?
+I bet I grab a 4-pound and back that ass down
+See many men live, baby, and many men die
+Many men get drunk, puff lye and stay high
+Here's a jewel: love your enemies and hate your friends
+Your enemies remain the same, friends always change
+I learned quick that there's more than one way to skin a cat
+You can get 'em in his face, dog, or down his back
+All bullshit aside now, its time to be honest
+I fear no man, for death is all that's promised
+I got niggas standin' in line, waitin' to hear me spit
+From '86 to '96 the game went from sugar to shit
+This for you niggas in the background dyin' to shine
+I hate you like fiends that ask me for a dime for nine
+Ain't nothin' changed in the game, but faces and names
+The state, the weight, the date and the jake
+
+[Hook]
+If it wasn't for the flow
+I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
+I'm a hustler
+If it wasn't for the flow
+I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
+I'm a hustlerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Outta Control[Intro]
+Yeah, Shady, Aftermath
+I guess you didn't know
+I be back for more
+Everybody's on the floor
+Goin', goin' outta control
+Set it off on yo' left, dog
+Set it off on yo' right, dog
+Set it off
+Nigga, I said set it off!
+Ha-ha... (Set-Set it off)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Sick with it, boy, better get with it, what?
+In the club I get it goin', goin', uh
+Just movin' to the music it's on
+And the sounds of 50 and D-R-E
+Everything's calculated and sound precise
+Another move another mill', let's get right a'ight?
+Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
+Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
+Shorty do what you wanna do, hit the dancefloor
+And move how you wanna move, later on
+We can cruise if you wanna cruise, it's whatever you want
+The fact is I got more than I flaunt, yeah
+[Chorus]
+I do my thang, in the club
+Every chance I get, I tear it up
+Dancefloor jampacked, look
+I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
+Set it off on yo' left, dog
+Set it off on yo' right, dog
+Set it off
+Nigga, I said set it off!
+Ha-ha... (Set-Set it off)
+
+[Verse 2]
+System thumpin', dancefloor jumpin'
+We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
+That's what you get, you in my hood
+I thought you understood, you know me
+V.I.P., no ID
+Bottles of DP, I do it real B-I-G
+Bitches break their neck to be where I be
+Take 'em to ecstasy, without ecstasy
+I'm a chef you need the hit I got the recipe
+Doc got the antidote, it's in the drums and the notes
+Can you feel it? Em said for me to make you feel it
+And remind you that you rockin' with the realest
+
+[Chorus]
+I do my thang, in the club
+Every chance I get, I tear it up
+Dancefloor jampacked, look
+I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
+Set it off on yo' left, dog
+Set it off on yo' right, dog
+Set it off
+Nigga, I said set it off!
+(Set-Set it off)
+[Verse 3]
+I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
+I do my thang in the club with the burner tucked
+'Til the speakers all blown, we gon' turn it up
+And do that damn thang, yeah, do that mayne
+Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
+Get to poppin' and shakin' that thing on the flo'
+A little dose of it, now I want some more
+Nobody put that thang on me like that before
+I be a fiend for it, it's the way you move
+But I ain't payin' for it, 'cause I ain't no fool
+If you okay with it, tonight I stay with it
+Hit the telly play with it in a major way get it
+
+[Chorus]
+I do my thang, in the club
+Every chance I get, I tear it up
+Dancefloor jampacked, look
+I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
+Set it off on yo' left, dog
+Set it off on yo' right, dog
+Set it off
+Nigga, I said set it off!
+(Set-Set it off)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Worry ’Bout It[Produced by Charli Brown Beatz]
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money
+Don't worry 'bout I spend my money, boy, I got a lot
+Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride
+Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch
+Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
+Don't worry 'bout a mothafuckin' thing
+Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
+We got a strap up in here if niggas playing
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+When time pass and I'm not around, niggas saying I'm out of town
+Probably moving them bricks around, they swear they know how I get down
+Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
+My closet full of that fly shit, black card when I buy shit
+Sell the shit you get high with, these niggas on my dick
+Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
+That's your bitch, I understand, I've seen it all on Instagram
+I'm just from the past, I done been all in that ass
+Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
+Don't be worry 'bout my record deals cause I still got my plug
+Don't be worry 'bout my bitch pimping, she get money out that club
+Don't be worry 'bout my partners and 'em, we get money, we eating
+You talk shit 'bout a real nigga, bitch, you must be tweaking
+Don't be worried 'bout my whereabouts, money all I care about
+Keeping it real in my neighborhood, play with me and I'mma air it out
+Why you worry 'bout my money, nigga? Bitch, you think I'm broke?
+The Fed worry 'bout what I'm doing, think I'm selling dope
+I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot
+I ain't never gon' snitch, nigga, never been no bitch nigga
+I got big guns, need a extra large, y'all niggas got question marks
+Talking down on a real nigga, that's how you get a hater charged
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout
+Don't tell me what that bitch done said
+I'm done with her, you can go with her
+I'm leaving here with another bitch
+Don't worry 'bout how they look at me
+My diamonds on, damn, look at me
+These pussy nigga be shooked at me
+Wanna judge and throw the book at me
+Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it
+Had time to talk to my legal team
+Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it
+Ain't shit they could do to me
+Still rocking, still rolling
+We holding, bill folding, you know it
+When I start to ball out money start to fall out
+Throw it up, it fall out the sky
+Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out
+That's what I call my lifestyle
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In da Club (Radio Edit)[Intro]
+Go, go, go, go, go, go
+Go Shorty, it's your birthday
+We gon' party like it's your birthday
+And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
+And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday
+
+[Chorus]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+
+[Verse 1]
+When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Huh-uh)
+When I roll twenty deep it's always drama in the club (Yeah!)
+Now that I roll with Dre everybody show me love
+When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love
+Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: pros down, G's up
+I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll them trees up (Roll it!)
+If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
+Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)
+In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot" (Huh-uh)
+They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
+But holla in New York, fo' sho' they'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah!)
+And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Huh-uh)
+I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
+Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Whoo!)
+Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Huh-uh)
+Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay!)
+[Chorus]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed)
+
+[Bridge]
+My flow, my show brought me the dough
+That bought me all my fancy things
+My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
+Look, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+And you should love it way more than you hate it
+Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Whoo!)
+I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
+Moved out the hood, now you tryin' to pull me back, right?
+When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on
+I wink my eye at yo' chick, if she smiles, she gone
+If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
+They talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned
+I'ma tell you what Banks told me:
+"Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up
+And if they hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up."
+Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'
+Come on, they know where we be (Whoo!)
+[Chorus]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
+Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
+
+[Outro]
+Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither
+We in the club all the time, so pop, pop off
+Shady Aftermath (Ha-ha-ha-ha)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Body Bags[Produced by The Alchemist]
+
+[Skit]
+[Snorts cocaine]
+Nigga, (yeah), nigga, you know I don't fuck with them niggas. Them niggas pussy. Sucka ass niggas. I don't like either one (I don't even like 'em). But the other night I'm in the gambling spot. Nigga come up in here - boom - hit the door. "Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor." I turn around like, "what?" Niggas like, "get down!" (When was this?) I'm like, "nigga, I got on white linen."
+
+[Intro]
+Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? It's not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside
+
+[Verse 1]
+Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' up
+The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
+I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computers
+Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters
+I made it, look ma', I made it
+I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded
+I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds
+Five different crimes, same .45
+Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't lyin'
+Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it
+And I might go back and forth to court, better bet I get acquitted
+Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
+Shit changed, a nigga ain't broke
+I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault
+Now I got real money, that "fuck how you feel" money
+That "nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed" money
+[Hook]
+You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
+Hop out, hammer out to get at you
+You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
+.45 lettin' off some shit at you
+You gon' be put in a body bag
+You won't get a chance to fire back
+
+[Verse 2]
+I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
+I don't want no wack bitches touchin' me
+Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed
+Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my head
+Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
+Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair
+Every day a different dime piece
+Rose Gold, a different time piece
+Hublot, AP or rollie
+Your bitch and your jeweler know me, homie
+I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me
+You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me
+My shirt level three so I ain't got a vest on
+My heart like ice, my chest like teflon
+I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, nigga
+Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, nigga
+It's doomsday, I mean goon day
+I get the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"
+[Gun shots]
+[Hook]
+You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
+Hop out, hammer out to get at you
+You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
+.45 lettin' off some shit at you
+You gon' be put in a body bag
+You won't get a chance to fire back
+
+[Verse 3]
+The mollies had a shorty ass trippin' strippin' in my kitchen
+Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten
+I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome
+Talk state of the art, you will see 'nine to foe
+My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London
+Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes
+Trippin' in my charm, look bitch, I'm a don
+So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or wrong
+My paper long, bomb kush in the bong
+It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a nigga on
+I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
+My bitch no  speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
+She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope
+I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat
+Nigga, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks
+Bitch, I hit your ass with a headshot
+[Hook]
+You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
+Hop out, hammer out to get at you
+You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
+.45 lettin' off some shit at you
+You gon' be put in a body bag
+You won't get a chance to fire backEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pilot[Produced by Shamtrax]
+
+[Hook]
+Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit
+You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
+Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit
+You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
+Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
+Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
+Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
+Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga every law and every rule I break
+Feds tryna watch the moves I make
+Everyday I get birthday cake
+There's a hundred racks there in that safe
+Hundred grams there on that plate
+I ain't thinkin' 'bout catchin' no case
+Nigga my safe house super safe
+I zip Giuseppe's, I don't tie no lace
+Tom Ford, Y-S-L, nigga, run and tell, I'm fly as hell
+Big Bentley, Mulsanne, no LP, just two songs
+A-side, B-side, Ryder gang, bitch, that's right
+From N.O. to N.Y, I got shooters bitch, don't act cute and shit
+We was born broke, no silver spoon
+My niggas strapped, they super goons
+These niggas here kinda soft
+We get the bread, then fuck it off
+Get more money, then fuck it off
+Make your bitch wan' suck me off
+We ain't had shit, we learned to ball
+Them ghetto bitches they love us all
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Shorty bounce it and she clap that
+Slide down the pole, she's a super ho
+That gold cuban, I jack that
+You niggas know how this 'sposed to go
+I'm in the club with niggas, I clap that
+That P90 I pack that
+Your fuckin' head, I crack that
+You wan' test me? Don't test me
+Look, lover boy what're you trippin' for?
+Niggas don't even want your ho
+My nigga Ill fresh out the pen
+You gonna make him go back again
+Them bottles coming, we turnt up
+Them sparks burnin' now watch us shine
+You do this shit once a year
+We do this shit all the time
+Now captain come and save her
+Get her from around this paper
+She'll never be the same
+I mean like everything will change
+She cute blow a little cheese on her
+Get her ass shots, throw D's on her
+Them shoes more than you think though
+My bitch look like my bank roll
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ski Mask Way[Intro]
+Yeah
+I'm tryna catch me something
+A little jux or something
+
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly
+I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
+Make money, make money-money-money
+Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way
+Take money, take money-money-money
+
+[Verse 1]
+You wanna spray at me? Go 'head; the last nigga that tried
+Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
+Your little sister calling you stupid, reason why?
+Her and your mama in the living room now hog-tied
+I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait
+Got a brand new SIG and that old .38
+I be scheming to put a little bread on my plate
+Watching dreads serve skunk through a hole in the gate
+I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day
+You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch, please
+This the stash house, jackpot, there go them keys
+My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana
+Cocaine coming out my pores in the sauna
+I'm serious, man, I'm so sincere
+This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffrey's career
+Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, YEAH!
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly
+I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
+Make money, make money-money-money
+Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way
+Take money, take money-money-money
+
+[Verse 2]
+Who's that peeping in my window?
+Wow—the Feds on me now
+They know when I'm sleeping, they know when I'm wake
+I know they got my phone tapped, I'm screaming, "Fuck Jake!"
+I'm trying to stay out them pens, so I switched states
+Bad News, VA—now, that sounds great
+I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up
+This town's one big pussy, waiting to get fucked
+I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats
+They charge me 500 apiece for two MACs
+Then I'm back doing me, I'm back out on a spree
+Catch me a nigga slipping out, pumping that D
+Get me a little crew, I'll have 'em pumping for me
+The more product I take, the more paper we see
+Change my name in NY, they don't know where I be
+Yeah, a nigga doing dirt, but a nigga low-key
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly
+I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
+Make money, make money-money-money
+Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way
+Take money, take money-money-moneyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Do You Think About Me[Produced by Rockwilder]
+
+[Intro]
+D-D-Do you, do-do, do you think about me?
+"Do you, do you, do you think about me?
+Do you think, do you think, do-do-do you think about me?
+Do you, do you, do you, do you think about me?
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You think about money when you think about me, huh?
+It's why my ex my ex, you don't wanna be her
+She used to have the Beamer, now she own a sneaker
+I had her eating lobster, now she eating pizza
+I think about Easter when I think about Keyshia
+Shorty stay fly, that's why I keep her
+Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa
+She good if I leave her, she got her own Visa
+Think about them when you think about fronting
+Think about stunting when you think about me
+I'm the boss, Bentley or the Porsche?
+Overseas see jet ski's slide across
+I love the way you dress, now take it off
+Put your legs high on my shoulders of course
+I'm racing through your mind, but you already lost
+I'm at the finish line and you're a friend of mine
+Come on, let's ride
+[Hook: Governor]
+(Do you think about me?)
+Just a little bit, every now and then
+(Do you think about me?)
+Goddamn girl, we used to be friends
+(Do you think about me?)
+Just a little bit, just a little bit
+(Do you think about me?)
+Just a little bit, just a little bit
+(Do you think about me?)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I think like a hustler, I'm thinking 'bout a shipment
+She thinking I'm her hustler, she thinking 'bout commitment
+It's like Paul McCartney's stuck in my head
+He fell in love with a bitch who walked away on one leg
+She ain't even have to run to get away with the bread
+That's some fucked up shit, think about that, kid
+I'm thinking what this bitch thinking when she take me to court
+I pay my child support, what the fuck she want?"
+This relationship shit is too much for me
+I wanna fuck, be friends and live comfortably
+She wanna shine and blow mines on shopping spree's
+She should have what she want, just not from me
+I'm thinking 'bout my future, she brought up my past
+She don't care about me, she just want some cash
+I'm thinking damn, girl, we used to be friends
+How did shit become all about ends?
+[Hook: Governor]
+(Do you think about me?)
+Just a little bit, every now and then
+(Do you think about me?)
+Goddamn girl, we used to be friends
+(Do you think about me?)
+Just a little bit, just a little bit
+(Do you think about me?)
+Just a little bit, just a little bit
+(Do you think about me?)
+
+[Outro: Governor]
+Do you think about me? (Do you think about me?)
+I know you think about me
+You got to remember all the good times we had
+Just a little bit, just a little bit
+Just a little bit, just a little bit
+Just a little bit, just a little bit
+Just a little bit
+(Do you think about me?)
+I remember when you told me
+(I know you think about me)
+That I'll always be special to you, darling
+You were so special to me, do you think about me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ryder Music[Intro]
+Yeah
+Yeah we can ride to this
+Just lay back and cruise
+
+[Verse 1]
+Here's a taste of my life, it's bitter and sweet
+I pour my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
+I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
+Put my Teflon on, and roll with my heat
+I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown niggas
+In the race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
+Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
+Soon as my sneaker went in stores, Reebok stock soared
+I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell
+The East Coast crib the size of a small hotel
+The shit journalists write about me leave me confused
+Have me feeling like the heavyweight champ when he lose
+I read somewhere I'm homophobic—shit...
+Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick
+Now, we can get hostile, or we can do this smooth
+TNT around, I can still make blow move
+
+[Chorus]
+This is what you call rider music
+All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
+I can show you how we do it
+When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
+This is what you call rider music
+All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
+I can show you how we do it
+When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
+[Verse 2]
+Last year, I woke up with good luck; damn, it feels good
+On the low, I done fucked like half of Hollywood
+Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
+In my favorite position—you know how it goes
+And my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit, this is When Doves Cry
+This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs fly
+Homie, this is something you can ride and smoke to
+Stay on point, 'cause niggas will ride and smoke you
+Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch-made
+They make you wanna run across they head with a switchblade
+They point the finger at me, saying I'm bugged
+My flow's crack, you listen, your fucking brain's on drugs
+Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands gripping on a TEC
+Fool tripping, threw a set, you can get your ass wet
+Cards messing up my deck, screws loose show respect
+You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
+
+[Chorus]
+This is what you call rider music
+All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
+I can show you how we do it
+When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
+This is what you call rider music
+All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
+I can show you how we do it
+When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
+[Verse 3]
+My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
+Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins (Uh-huh), I'm still thugging
+Cruising, rims gleaming like the stones on my wrist
+Zoning—guess this is how it feels to be rich
+Homie, you hustling backwards if you chasing a bitch
+Stupid, chase the paper—they come with the shit
+I'm falling... in love with success
+Entrepreneur, connoisseur, I maneuver the best
+Rolling Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
+Stunner, have your homies burning Rest-in-Peace candles
+As wise men speak, I listen and learn
+A man dies, a baby's born, my nigga, the world turns
+Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
+They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid
+In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
+Being broke is against my religion, now I'm caked up, what!
+
+[Chorus]
+This is what you call rider music
+All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
+I can show you how we do it
+When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
+This is what you call rider music
+All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
+I can show you how we do it
+When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
+This is what you call rider music
+All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
+I can show you how we do it
+When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
+This is what you call rider music
+All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
+I can show you how we do it
+When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Man Down[Produced by Detroit Red & DJ Don Cannon]
+
+[Intro]
+Aw!
+It hurts
+The D's trying to pin a murder on me
+In the precinct they saying I done murdered homie
+I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homie
+And everybody know my niggas murder for me
+
+[Verse 1]
+You see homo on your crib, it ain't a burglary homey
+They finna to have me stuck in purgatory
+I'm down to do the sticking when it come to the orgy
+Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
+Wait, I'm getting sidetracked, back to the story
+These cocksucking police got it in for me
+They flash their lights, they wanna rough me up
+Frisk me, find my burner and cuff me up
+But history repeats itself, they never learn
+The Unit's the new Bebo's, who gon' be Eddie Byrne?
+Huh, we'll find out when niggas let off the rounds
+And his partner's screaming officer down
+
+[Chorus]
+Police get in the way
+I'll murder them, I'll murder them
+A nigga already got three strikes
+I'll murder them, I said I'll murder them
+Any motherfucker touch me
+I'll murder them, I'll murder them
+You don't believe me, wait and see
+I'll murder them, you see I told you I'd murder them
+[Verse 2]
+They saying I'm an accident waiting to happen
+I got one in the head, I'm just waiting to clap it
+A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
+So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
+I got two felonies from selling that crack shit
+And the third one, came from showing niggas my mac spit
+See I'm down for that daytime action
+Have niggas crawling under cars when I start to cappin'
+So they don't know what to say to the captain
+But they know if word get back, something gon' happen
+I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
+When you snitching where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown
+Southside - I make the best of the worst
+We gotta share the same bitch, okay, I go first
+Cause your baby's momma is my baby's momma
+I come through to see my little nigga with the llama
+
+[Chorus]
+Police get in the way
+I'll murder them, I'll murder them
+A nigga already got three strikes
+I'll murder them, I said I'll murder them
+Any motherfucker touch me
+I'll murder them, I'll murder them
+You don't believe me, wait and see
+I'll murder them, you see I told you I'd murder themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fuck You[Hook: 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] "Niggas 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] "Niggas is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+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
+Niggas know, ain't nothing sweet about me
+They keep asking me 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!
+[Hook (Different Variations)]
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Maaaaaaaaan
+I told niggas 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 Mattola 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, son I'm a heavyweight
+How dare these niggas take me lightly?
+I ain't come to make friends and niggas ain't gotta like me
+My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind"
+Cause I shootout in a broad day, run and toss my nine
+
+[Hook (Different Variations)]
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
+When I drop, I'm sell like Eminem and Kid Rock
+Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
+Jux me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
+Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy
+This ain't how moma raised me, this how the hood made me
+The D's call me by my government name
+I be dumb and shoot up parks
+Have niggas runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
+There's wet pillows in prison, niggas cry in the dark
+Cause if they did in the day, niggas would question they heart
+So when they come home, the come home
+Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rikers Island Bing Talk"
+Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
+Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
+But I ain't tryin' to do hard time like Pistol Pete
+See, niggas uptown understand me in the street
+You niggas uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
+Ha-ha
+[Hook: 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] "Niggas 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] "Niggas is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Banks Victory[Intro: 50 Cent, (The Notorious B.I.G.), [DJ Whoo Kid]]
+{*gunshot*}
+{*gunshot*}
+(One)
+(One, two)
+[Non-stop]
+(Yo, check me out right here yo)
+
+[Verse 1: 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 hoes and more cheddar
+G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berettas
+Yeah faggot, if I want it, I'm gon' have it
+Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it
+Don't make a ass out of yourself trying to stop me
+I'm cocky, rap's Rocky, nigga you sloppy
+You know that I'm, eight 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 ratting on niggas is only going to leave you smoked
+So the only thing left now, is toasts for these cowards
+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
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+I got a industry gangstress, that argues, and steams the reefer
+And flip when I call her bitch, like she Queen Latifah
+Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper
+This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
+I'm sliding through the Rucker, with Prada on the chuckers
+So the spring break hoes home from college want to fuck us
+I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers
+I sic Rottweilers on you fuckers, cops following to cuff us
+Top dollars to discuss this, whole lot of zeros
+When it come to paper, I blow the soul out a hero
+I'ma break before I lay in the floor buried, besides
+Every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry
+You can't tame Lloyd, we're smoking by the big screen
+Changing the channel, looks like I'm playing the Game Boy
+I know the watch bothering your vision
+But reach, and I put a dot on your head
+Like it's part of your religion
+Why party with a pigeon? I'm blowing a ten
+Because Bush handing out flyers, for a party in the prison
+I'm in the Gucci vest, with the green and red straps
+I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
+Now every morning's a fast start
+But it ain't a problem getting dressed
+Because my closet got more aisles than Pathmark
+Run when we starting a raid
+Or leave with twelve shells in your mouth, like a carton of eggs
+I'm a young pimp, pardon my age
+I don't got long hair, but if I did she'd be parting my braids
+Niggas find out what club they at, take them with us
+And run trains on them, like a subway map
+Your advance is a grey Acura; see these record labels
+Got most artists getting fucked like the gay rapper
+I go to college on the tour
+I'm going down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
+Keep your ammo clean, TECs polished in the drawer
+Camera's by the hampers that monitor the floor
+By now, you probably heard of me, fresh out of surgery
+Flashy as a fuck, you going to have to murder me
+Burglary, I'm leaving with your Nikes burgundy
+White tee burgundy, you match now, back down
+Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
+Catch me on a boat, with weed smoke and fishing gear
+Heavy when I tote, C-notes from different years
+Bezzy and the rope, remotes and lifting chairs
+You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
+I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcher
+You better off with the stupid guys, looking for a coupe to drive
+You ain't getting nutting, but you french fries supersized
+It's a damn shame y'all still local
+I'm in a million dollar studio laying my vocals, nigga
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+You still in the projects nigga, you ain't going nowhere
+You going to be there for the rest of your motherfucking life
+And your mama saying: I'm supposed to tell you something, to encourage you
+Something positive, alright:
+Well, I ain't going to lie to you motherfucker;
+You ain't going nowhere
+Get yourself a beer, and get on the fucking curb {*gunshot*}
+Fucking dirtbag {*gunshot*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+P.I.M.P. (Remix)[Snoop Dogg]
+Shit ya did it again my nigga
+For shizzle dizzle
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
+We internationally known and locally respected
+Now I know you done heard about me
+F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
+We internationally known and locally respected
+Now I know you done heard about me
+I'm a P-I-M-P
+
+[1 - Snoop Dogg]
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
+I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause I'm a G
+And I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P
+I don't know what you heard about me
+But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
+I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
+And I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
+
+[*Gunshot*]
+
+[Snoop talking]
+Yo that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
+Rewind that, play that back
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+
+[1 - Snoop Dogg]
+
+[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
+Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
+I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
+You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
+Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
+I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I'm down with blue
+Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you
+G-U-N-I-Tizzt, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
+Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
+I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
+I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
+I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down
+That's waitin' on me to return
+So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word
+They love it when I get to crippin'
+And spittin' this mag-ah-nificent pimpin'
+
+[1 - Snoop Dogg]
+
+[50 Cent]
+It's G-Unit and the D-P-G
+From New York City to the L-B-C
+I'll break it down for ya, I'm a P-I-M-P
+When my gun go off nigga ask about me
+Nigga look what done happened since yo bitch done chose
+My wrist done froze
+I'll show ya how I get them hoes
+I spit that G that be fuckin' with they brain
+Have em' on the track when it's freezin' in the rain
+Spring on a bitch with the nerve to complain
+Like bitch you dead wrong, you catch a date you’ll be warm
+You said you want the finer things in life, you gotta go out and get it
+And I'll be right here waitin' when you come back with it
+Ya see I was born to break a bitch
+My instructions'll make a bitch
+I got me a New York Knicks, Celtics, and a Laker bitch
+I got that G that make these hoes have a change of heart
+I'm a natural, I been good at this from the start
+[1 - Snoop Dogg]
+
+[Don 'Magic' Juan]
+It's goin' down now with Fifty and Big Snoop Dogg
+And the archbishop, Don 'Magic' Juan
+Ridin' shotgun with WhooKid
+The straight up pimp is crack-a-lackin'
+It's pimps up, you know it's hoes down
+It's green for the money, gold for the honey
+We off and we runnin'
+With Fifty and Snoop Dogg and the mackelineum
+Keepin' it down playa
+Pimps up, you know the rest
+ChurchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nigga Nigga[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+So what you sayin', boy? You a shooter, boy?
+Nigga, we don't care who you shot
+Nigga, quit talking money 'round rich niggas
+Nigga, we don't care what you got
+Bitch, I got six niggas that hit niggas, boy, I don't give a fuck
+Especially when I'm lit, nigga, real shit, nigga
+Send a bitch to line you up
+Boy, I don't chit-chat when I click clack
+I might ask a nigga, "What's up?"
+Pull off in an Aston, pull up in a hooptie
+Then you fuck-niggas getting fucked
+Talking 'bout rapid-fire, automatic, brrrrrt, bang
+Nigga, hit everybody, I said everybody
+Laying right there where they stand, nigga
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't sprayin' nothing, you ain't laying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+'Til you do something, niggas out here putting that work in
+And I'm cool, nigga, like that cup I put my purp in
+You ain't 'bout the strap, you ain't 'bout that knife, you ain't 'bout that life
+You ain't 'bout that, that gangsta shit, you ain't 'bout that
+When it's on we'll have you broad day or night, you ain't 'bout that, right?
+You ain't 'bout that life, that gangsta shit, we 'bout that
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
+They're not GGA, you play, I'm gon' see what's happening with ya
+I don't talk it out, don't rap about it, I'm not these rap niggas
+Got a maniac mind-state, will increase the crime rate
+Me and every nigga on my team got a bathroom, bitch, try me
+You ain't sayin' nothin', that's Twitter talk, I'm from where real niggas walk
+Crackers tried to lynch me, but couldn't get me cause I'm real smart
+Heart of a lion, what that mean? I got a big heart
+Certified in style, been like that since a lil' boy
+Nigga, who you talking to? You know what I'll do to you
+Transvestite your bitch-ass, make you work out in a hula hoop
+Street king, Boosie, boo, did things that turn you Christian
+Let it burn, fuck the consequences, what you saying? I'll burn you
+Bitches to the ground with no mercy, I promise you
+From Baton Rouge to Cashville, niggas gon' ride for Boos'
+So what you saying? Yeah, don't tell me, you don't wan' see my mind twisted
+Oh, you pussy talking like these bitches, when I see you that's your issue, nigga
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+[Verse 3: Young Buck]
+Fresh out these handcuffs, dopeboy fucking these bands up
+Thick bitch, watch when she stand up, she just bounce, nigga, nigga, nigga
+I'm brick money, my nigga nigga, you an ounce, you ain't shit, money
+I'm rent money, I get money, a bitch better get what she can get from me
+Got tats all on my body, my paperwork coming back clean
+Me and Boosie just tryna help B.G. get through his fourteen
+I don't want liquor, I just want lean, I caught two bodies on four beams
+I gotta slow down (fuck that shit, we home now), well nigga, nigga, nigga
+It's going down, point 'em out and I'mma point blank it, point blank
+I will have you emptying everything you have in your bank
+Bitch, I ain't get no visits, I just done my time, ho
+Bought your bitch so many bottles turned into a wino
+Stomp a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga ass out in these Giuseppe's
+All my bitches on par, all my niggas got felonies
+Don't do that, you ain't 'bout that, you don't sell that, you don't count that
+You might grew up being around that, you weren't there where we was gettin' down at
+Lil' nigga (lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga)
+
+[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you ain't saying nothing
+Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Funeral[Produced by Jake One]
+
+[Intro]
+Boy you forgot my style
+
+[Verse 1]
+Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin
+It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?
+The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy
+Couldn't help but think ''nigga better you than me''
+.38 ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it
+But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it
+First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots
+The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching
+Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling ''drop it''
+Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up
+His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent
+She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits
+So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby
+But he was outside talking to niggas crazy
+In a room full of people came to pay their respect
+I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check
+That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail
+And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail
+ROR, trust me nigga I know the law
+Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit I'm on it
+That's his first taste, I mean his first case
+Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped
+This nigga here we still got that, yeah
+First law in my hood is show no fear
+Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying
+Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron
+These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures
+Trying to come up, still eating around roaches
+Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions
+Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas won't clap you then
+We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch
+His wifey just sat there, preachers weren't saying shit
+Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
+This type shit a nigga got to see to believe
+These bitches acting up in here
+Police they don't fucking care
+Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit
+Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit
+He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball
+You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off
+I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split
+Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit
+Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor
+All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga
+We all can't win, some of us got to lose
+Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves
+Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened
+He just went on and on till niggas started attacking
+Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing
+[Outro x2]
+50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
+When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name
+It's 50EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Good Die Young[Intro]
+Yo, you know what I want?
+I want the beat to drop in, right, like, now
+Niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? Yeah, you are crazy
+I ain't crazy - you are crazy - at least I don't think I'm crazy
+I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot  you hot, but you crazy
+Why they wanna? I don't know
+
+[Verse 1]
+It's the money that makes shit get ugly
+It's the money that makes these hoes love me
+It's the money that makes niggas wanna slug me
+Man, I thought the money would make it all lovely
+Yo, I actually write what I do and see
+The felonies from day to day make me say what I say
+When I die my art will be worth as much as Picasso's
+Don't cry for me, smile for me
+And if you see them niggas who wet me wile' for me
+Remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed
+And all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
+Let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start
+Everything I wrote was from my heart
+So it’s always gon' be number one on my chart
+I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
+Sometimes it sounds like I'm playing, but I'm sayin'
+This shit is real, it ain't a game
+[Chorus]
+They say the good die young
+I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
+Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
+Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
+They say the good die young
+I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
+Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
+Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
+
+[Verse 2]
+First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
+I'm convinced it can happen to anybody, kid
+So I get vest up when I get dressed up
+In the hood it's messed up, niggas running 'round shooting shit up
+If it's Dom that you drinking fill up my cup
+If you gossiping about me shut the fuck up
+Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?
+When getting robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck
+Duke listen, if you move I'mma hurt you
+You'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
+Right now what you need to do is give me the cash
+Forget about your boss being mad, just save ya ass
+Be a good boy now, go and get your stash
+I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash
+Alright, run along before I shoot ya ass
+I hate to do this to you, but I really need this cash
+[Chorus]
+They say the good die young
+I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
+Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
+Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
+They say the good die young
+I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
+Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
+Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
+
+[Verse 3]
+I know we all gonna go, but I'd hate to go fast
+Then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last
+Man listen, if you really really like this shit
+Nigga, call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit
+Call him now before I drop for real cause after I drop
+I'mma be chargin' ya'll niggas like forty a pop
+To each his own: me? I'd get it while it was cheap
+Typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street
+1999's the year of the predator, I'm killing to eat
+Niggas'll treat you like a egg, when you come to cop you get beat
+Give me your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? What a treat
+You're a generous guy, take 'em off or die
+Man, we hurting 'round here, ain't nobody slinging pies
+Look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly
+Why you 'round here with this shit anyway? Huh? You high?
+See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye
+[Chorus]
+They say the good die young
+I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
+Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
+Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
+They say the good die young
+I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
+Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
+Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
+They say the good die young
+I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
+Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
+Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
+They say the good die young
+I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
+Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
+Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Get Money (Forbes 1, 2, 3 Remix)[Intro]
+The Giants play in New York
+Forbes, 1, 2, 3
+
+[Chorus]
+I get money, money I got (I get it)
+Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York)
+
+[Interlude: Diddy]
+You know what it is, aww man
+It's the billion dollar remix, baby, for reala
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Come on man, I'm hot now, drop now, top down I got style
+Been around the block pal imagine what I got now
+The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti
+Range and Maserati, I got 'em all, goddamn
+My money, my-my-my money, long
+I blackout and break a bat on your ass like Barry Bonds
+I get it, I'm down for the jooks now what's up
+I'm with it, I told you I was gon' cake up
+I did it, niggas tryna show me how to ball
+Man, they tryna buy some Gucci, I'm tryna buy the mall
+I ain't came to get a little bit I'm tryna get it all
+My new bitch a cool bitch I'm fitting to make her spoiled
+If my watch is right, my stocks is right
+But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight
+Still gutter like a mothafucka, chipped up
+Don't be surprised when I grip up, you slip up you could get it
+[Chorus]
+I get money, money I got (I get it)
+Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York)
+
+[Interlude: Diddy]
+A lotta money on this record man, I like being around money man
+It's three the hard way baby, you know my mothafuckin' name
+
+[Verse 2: Diddy]
+Bo knows but Diddy did it
+Cars, jewelry and big homes, yeah, Diddy did it
+Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah, Diddy did it
+But my lawyer's so good that Diddy got aquitted
+I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez
+While you was riding around in Miami on mopeds
+Oh, you just got here
+I been doin this shit for over ten years
+I am chilling, in Sean John denim
+Nigga I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheeling
+Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceiling
+Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling
+Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue
+Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal
+Face on the Forbes in '94 I did it
+Don't like it I'm a Bad Boy now let's get it come on!
+[Chorus]
+I get money, money I got (I get it)
+Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York)
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+I get the pounds, the pesos, the yen
+I celebrate and I'm fresh out the pen
+I'm a hustler, I'm back at it again
+I'm bad and I don't play pretend, fuck with 'em, Jay
+
+[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
+I'm a hustler baby, can't escape my past
+When I flipped Rocawear, I told 'em: 'Give me mine in cash'
+Yeah, checks might bounce
+Alphabet boys might check my accounts
+Still hustling baby, hurry up, kill me
+I'm already the GOAT, next stop is the billi
+Young turbo, six speed 9/11
+I'm revving I'm trying not to spill my merlot
+When my girl go on world tour
+Ladies I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlough
+I'm back clubbing, Ace of Spades bubblin'
+Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket?
+I'm killing the block, multiple whips
+So I'm killing the roof, like Michael Vick
+Yeah! Just call me Forbes.com
+In case y'all forget New York is still mine, I get it
+[Chorus]
+I get money, money I got (I get it)
+Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York)
+
+[Outro: Jay-Z]
+You talking my language now baby
+I wouldn't wanna be outside the borough on this oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Part of the Game[Intro: 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah)
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]
+I know heartbreaks, setbacks
+Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
+I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
+So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)
+If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
+I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
+No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)
+Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent, Riley Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]
+Make money, make-make, make money
+When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South sidе
+Beef with the best of 'em, donе shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah)
+Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh)
+Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
+'Fore the weather break you're dead
+Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah)
+Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh), bag it, flip it
+Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah)
+Runnin' 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (Ayy)
+When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right)
+Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'
+And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side
+Niggas get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah)
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa]
+I know heartbreaks, setbacks
+Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
+I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
+So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)
+If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
+I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
+No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)
+Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)
+It's nothin' to play with (Ayy)
+
+[Verse 2: NLE Choppa & Riley James]
+It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right
+Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight
+Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right
+Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike
+Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
+Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
+More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah)
+Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh)
+Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em
+Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah)
+We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah)
+As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah)
+Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man
+Not the dope man but I bring the propane
+He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range
+Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa]
+I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga)
+Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
+I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah)
+So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt)
+If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey)
+I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
+No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it  (Hey, hey)
+Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey)
+
+[Outro: Rileyy Lanez]
+Oh, oh
+Welcome to the South side
+Yeah, yeah
+Ooh
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chase the Paper[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
+A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I'm still a baller, I'm still balling
+That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling
+I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
+Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick
+We still mobbin', niggas still starvin'
+We still deal after deal, shit is no problem
+He still love her, she ain't shit
+Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick
+He's still a real niggas, still will kill
+Told the still bitch don't squeal or get your cap peeled
+The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
+Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
+A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
+[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
+I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty
+Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty
+See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers
+I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker
+Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger
+Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
+Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything
+I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
+Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
+Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame
+You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper
+Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper
+I'm gone
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
+A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+She on my leg like a little kid
+She hump my leg like a horny bitch
+Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet
+Nah, I ain't running after no broad, she stuck on my dick
+I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes
+Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green
+She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why
+Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind
+Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun
+You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
+There ain't a bitch more dime than me
+The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me
+While you..
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
+A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
+
+[Verse 4: Styles P]
+Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny up
+You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up
+Little homie loading a semi up
+Catch 'em all after the club, tell 'em the ante up
+Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way
+You owe me, you better pay
+Ghost, let the beretta spray
+Hood want uncut dope and some better yay
+I ain't chasing pussy, never have
+Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
+Still a rider, still rolling, still need a mask
+Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
+A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
+You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money makingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Up[Intro]
+Man I finna do my thang (get up!)
+It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!)
+Trust me homie I'm not playin' (get up!)
+I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!)
+I came to bring you that California love
+And a little New York hate, it's all of the above
+I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain
+You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I ball ‘til I fall, stunt 'til I drop
+'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot
+You buy a bottle, I buy the bar
+I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
+When I get into it, I get into it
+Everybody can’t do it the way I do it
+I make it rain, till the sun come out
+A nigga playin', we make the guns come out
+Now, my question is who they gon' blame
+When I'm back number one on the Billboard again?
+Shit shift now, the game done changed
+Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain
+I guess I made the kids want slang
+And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang
+Nah, it's just music man, it's just music
+Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it
+[Hook]
+I have the savoir-faire
+I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up!)
+I make it hot, I make it hot in here
+Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
+I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
+And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
+I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care
+Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better
+You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos
+You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive
+See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside
+I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round
+Switch gears till' your love comes down
+I take you to the point of no return if you listen you learn
+Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn
+While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me
+It's up and down and up and down gracefully
+Rick James would've said She a Brick House
+But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout
+I find out she like it how I like it, huh
+Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung
+Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good
+She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up?
+[Hook]
+I have the savoir-faire
+I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up!)
+I make it hot, I make it hot in here
+Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
+I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
+And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
+I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care
+Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!)
+
+[Outro]
+And get into it
+You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say (get up!)
+And get into it
+We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!)
+Aftermath
+Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!)
+Aftermath
+Still Shady AftermathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Not Rich, Still Lyin’ (Game Diss)[Intro]
+This mic on?
+Ladies and gentlemen
+I'd like to thank you for coming out tonight
+For the screening of my new film
+"I'm Not Rich I'm Still Lyin'"
+It's 50 Cent starring as Game, it's autobiographical
+I hope you enjoy yourselves
+[Verse 1: 50 impersonating Game's voice]
+50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe
+I'm gangsta I'm crippin', the Damu I'm trippin'
+Fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck N.W.A
+Man I'm Hurricane Game (Em this nigga changed)
+I brought the west back I write the best raps
+(But what about Snoop?) Snoop shit ain't all that
+And I get bad bitches now I even fucked Mya
+(I fucked her first, Game) 50 you a liar
+See that's why I hate you, you think you know me
+I'mma tell everybody you shot my homie
+I hope the police get you and you go to jail
+Feds freeze your accounts so you can't make bail
+I hope everybody on G-Unit go to hell
+Wit Eminem, Obie, Stat Quo and D-12
+So what I was on Change of Heart?, so what I was a stripper?
+So what I never banged? I'm from Compton nigga!
+[Hook]
+Now horror films they scare me
+I watch action films very rarely
+When it's comedy or it's drama
+It's starrin me no problem
+Now horror films they scare me
+I watch action films very rarely
+When it's comedy or it's drama
+It's starrin me no problem
+
+[Verse 2]
+G-G-G-G-Unot! I got my own shoe (Game that shit ain't gon' sell)
+So, the ad's in the magazine nobody can't tell
+(Good luck wit yo next album man I hope it does well)
+You tryna be funny, D-Mack got all my money
+And Jimmy robbin me, they listenin probably
+Me and Fase had a fall out he really not my brother
+We got the same father but we got different mothers
+Now Suge punked Dre but he don't punk me
+I won a Vibe Award this year nobody punch me
+(Game you know I wrote that hook for Hate it or Love it)
+So what, it's still on my trophy case I think nothing of it
+
+[Hook]
+Now horror films they scare me
+I watch action films very rarely
+When it's comedy or it's drama
+It's starrin me no problem
+Now horror films they scare me
+I watch action films very rarely
+When it's comedy or it's drama
+It's starrin me no problem
+[Outro: 50 Cent (normal)]
+Yeah; it's 50
+New album, July 18th
+It's called "I Can't Stay Away"
+Y'all thought I was gonna let y'all eat? Naw nigga
+Oh! This is too much fun man
+Hey... hey nigga I seen yo lil DVD nigga
+Is that all you got? I mean newsflash: nobody believes you
+Then you say you woke up outta coma 2001
+Well yo brother says you never were in a coma
+Then you say you were in a gang
+Well yo brother says you were never in a gang
+Now you can get your records together
+And you can submit 'em to me
+I mean you can send the records you have to me
+So I can... open... ya album budget, your recording budget
+You gotta send your music to the boss.... that's me, the boss
+Yeah....it's D-Unit, G-Unit, that's it, that's all
+I rule with a iron fist
+CocksuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Twisted[Intro: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)]
+Here's a little info you should know (it's 50)
+You don't know what you're in for
+What you're in for (c'mon)
+
+[Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)]
+We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'
+Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (yeah) twisted, yeah
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+System thumpin', the club is jumpin'
+Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Let's toast to success and take it a little higher
+May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires
+Let your driving ambition offer you new visions
+May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions
+This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass
+This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had (ha ha!)
+Let's enjoy tonight like tonight's our last
+We can focus on the future and reflect on the past (WOOO!)
+We done came so far, I mean, look where we are
+If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs
+From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life
+Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight
+Want the best of the best, the top of the top
+I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop
+We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average (uh)
+More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, c'mon
+[Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)]
+We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'
+Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+System thumpin', the club is jumpin'
+Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (c'mon, c'mon) twisted, yeah
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+What was once a strike against us has become an advantage
+'Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts
+That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential (uh)
+Product of the environment (uh), they ain't been what we've been through (yeah)
+I'm fond of the phrase "If there's a will, there's a way"
+'Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play
+Southside (Southside), it's alright
+Ghetto's my Alma Mater huh? It's alright (WOOO!)
+We could keep the party jumpin' like this all night
+The bottles, just keep 'em comin', baby, let's get right
+Let's get it on, play a little Marvin
+It’s gettin' hot in here, homie, this could be a problem
+Keni Burke style, let's keep rising to the top (uh)
+Let's do it, do it big and let a fuckin' hater watch, oh yeah
+This is perfect, this a moment to remember
+As we proceed on our money getting agenda, c'mon
+[Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)]
+We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'
+Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+System thumpin', the club is jumpin'
+Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gunz Come Out[Intro]
+It's cold (It's cold, it's cold)
+So cold (So cold, so cold)
+
+[Hook]
+Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
+Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
+Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
+Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
+Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
+They say I'm fucking crazy, they think I'm out my mind
+Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
+Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
+In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
+22 inch chrome, a nigga money long
+You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown
+You go against the grain, pussy and you on your own
+You right there in my zone, welcome to the terrordome
+The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins
+Blue still in the range, I'm doing my thang
+The semi-auto spray, run if you get away
+We'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
+Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
+You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
+[Hook]
+Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
+Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
+Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
+Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
+
+[Verse 2]
+In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggas don't know I'm around
+Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
+You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
+Hard niggas finna soften up when that lead touch 'em
+You cut 'em once he keep fighting, fuck it just keep cutting 'em
+It's real killa instinct, kill or be killed
+Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
+Fuck around and get your cap peeled, nigga you know the drill
+Brownsville, Flatbush, Crown Heights, Brooklyn Zoo
+Feed the wolves, they eat the food and the hand that feed 'em too
+Nigga welcome to the jungle, New York, New York
+Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
+Look homie, I'm cool with some Bloods, I'm cool with some Crips
+I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
+I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
+I don't love 'em lover boy, we can share a bitch
+[Hook]
+Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
+Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
+Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
+In case your dumbass wanna tussle
+AR-15, cooling system makes the shell case muffled
+Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
+Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
+Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
+Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
+Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
+Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
+You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
+No exception to the rule, death is promised
+Plus I just bought my niggas new Macs and llamas
+Got respect for human life, but will accommodate you
+One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
+No future fucking with me, there's no tomorrow
+Niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit you with hollows
+[Hook]
+Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
+Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
+Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know)
+Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
+Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
+
+(GUNSHOT)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Low[Intro]
+Remo The Hitmaker
+This is The Unit
+
+[Hook: Jeremih]
+She said she want a stunner
+I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money"
+Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh
+Can't forget the girl if I wanted
+While she up and down on that pole
+While she up and down on that pole
+While she up and down
+You got me sayin', "Yeah"
+Drop it down and get low
+Drop it down and get low
+Oh, drop it down and get low
+You got me sayin', "Yeah"
+Drop it down and get low
+Drop it down and get low
+Oh, drop it down and get low
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I blew ten, I blew twenty
+It's nothin' to me, I get money
+I eat, sleep and I shit money
+I can't get this bitch off me
+I'm tossin' it, she want it (Want it)
+That's the way we own it (Own it)
+Sound crazy, don't it? (Don't it?)
+I'm turnt up, turnt up
+Them bottles come, we we want it (Oh, yeah)
+Pass 'em out to my homies (Okay)
+Shorty break it down for me (Go bae)
+I done gave her half of that molly, shorty
+Lap dancin' all on me, probably
+Give it to me now, give it to me now
+First she got me up, then she's goin' down
+I'm finna climb that, I mean climax
+We ridin' out, I'm gon' ride that
+Triple X flick, we gon' try that
+She can press record, don't rewind that, c'mon
+[Hook: Jeremih]
+She said she want a stunner
+I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money"
+Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh
+Can't forget the girl if I wanted
+While she up and down on that pole
+While she up and down on that pole
+While she up and down
+You got me sayin', "Yeah"
+Drop it down and get low
+Drop it down and get low
+Oh, drop it down and get low
+You got me sayin', "Yeah"
+Drop it down and get low
+Drop it down and get low
+Oh, drop it down and get low
+
+[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
+(Yeah, 2 Chainz)
+My hair longer than hers, bitch, life ain't fair
+I'm gettin' paid off ad-libs, all I gotta do is say, "Yeah"
+Ridin' around in that foreign, all your stories sound distorted
+Got so many Cuban links with me, my chain can get deported
+At the bar takin' shots, you are out, you need reloading
+If you ever took a bitch from me, I come back to repo it
+Dirty Sprite, I repour it, smellin' like the car dealership
+And I don't think it's gon' work out
+So bitch you need a membership
+[Hook: Jeremih]
+She said she want a stunner
+I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money"
+Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh
+Can't forget the girl if I wanted
+While she up and down on that pole
+While she up and down on that pole
+While she up and down
+You got me sayin', "Yeah"
+Drop it down and get low
+Drop it down and get low
+Oh, drop it down and get low
+You got me sayin', "Yeah"
+Drop it down and get low
+Drop it down and get low
+Oh, drop it down and get low
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+Olé, olé, olé, olé
+Look at '64's, out everyday, olé, olé
+
+[Verse 3: T.I.]
+(Hustle Gang over everythin', by the way)
+Hey nigga, let me let you know how much I care about the bitch
+(Fuck 'em)
+I'm 'bout as cold as it gets
+Only thing they get is a whole a lotta dick
+Shout-out to college park where it's sold by the brick
+Nigga, hold up
+Sittin' on this table with the racks on go
+Got some bitches with me, turnt to the max on go
+But we with this shit you with, you try me we shootin'
+And shootin' 'til the gun don't blast no more
+Back it up to me
+Grind on me like you tryna make love to me
+And go and bring that badder girl in the club to me
+That would make you the better girl in the world to me, for real
+And I'm still ridin' one hand on the wheel
+The other one touchin' the girl while she kissin' the other one
+Makin' the faces like she finna bust her one
+[Hook: Jeremih]
+She said she want a stunner
+I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money"
+Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh
+Can't forget the girl if I wanted
+While she up and down on that pole
+While she up and down on that pole
+While she up and down
+You got me sayin', "Yeah"
+Drop it down and get low
+Drop it down and get low
+Oh, drop it down and get low
+You got me sayin', "Yeah"
+Drop it down and get low
+Drop it down and get low
+Oh, drop it down and get lowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Animal Ambition[Produced by Swiff D]
+
+[Hook x4]
+I got that animal, animal ambition
+
+[Verse 1]
+Why give her love and affection, she just want some bread
+I ain't talking or texting, I just want some head
+She from a Piru set where all them niggas wear red
+I ain't flying no flags, but I'm a gangster, bitch
+I say ''say no to drugs'' then I do that shit
+Got a blue fleet of whips, I'm so hood nigga rich
+You don't like the way I do it, nigga, eat a dick
+I just call 'em when I want 'em, I don't need a bitch
+You see me stunting with my diamonds on, everything proper
+Your shit look chrome and your shit look copper
+It's turning, homie, that's why you're turning on me
+Admit it, I made it, I can't be faded
+I roll it up in public, I'm a cancer, man
+Smoke it out in the open like I'm in Amsterdam
+I do a hundred miles an hour switching lens in my lane
+See my name around the globe, niggas know who I am
+
+[Hook x8]
+
+[Verse 2]
+You say you hustle like a hustle, I be moving the shit
+Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks
+Got them straps and long clips filled up with led
+So when we counting the paper it better come back correct
+Out in New Orleans, baby, niggas hungry for bread
+Come throrugh that 9th ward stuntin' and get shot in your head
+Every hood I go through they fuck with me, you dig?
+Got the eye of the tiger, I'm on that animal shit
+I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant
+Yeah, I'm scared of rats, but I'm ready for anything
+It's the unit, my nigga, take a look at my face
+See if you test me they'll arrest me, I'll be catching a case
+New York a concrete jungle where niggas got to get paid
+Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed
+Look at me wrong and you're dead, you'd be very afraid
+I don't know how to behave, untamed fresh out the cage
+[Hook x8]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Be a Gentleman[Hook]
+It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say
+Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, no more freestyles and verses killing Sticky and Ja
+I'm moving on now, I got bigger fish to fry (Uh-huh)
+Since "How to Rob," a lot of niggas been namin' names
+Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game (Uh-huh)
+Still niggas actin' like I don't get down or something
+Like I ain't the next nigga to wear the crown or something
+You gon' talk about your chips 'til we run in your crib
+Then, you gon' ask dumb questions like, "Can I live?"
+"Look, If I shoot you, I'm famous
+If you shoot me, you're brainless"—you said it yourself
+I'm slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you
+Swift enough to snatch the Mac and pop that at you
+Take it personal see if I won't send you to hell
+I've done told Tone and Poke, they better have my bail
+But if it's over a mil, don't put the crib up, dun
+'Cause if 50 get free, nigga, 50 gon' run
+
+[Hook]
+It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (Brrat, brrat!)
+Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain (It's gangsta!)
+It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (Brrat, nigga, take that!)
+Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain (It's gangsta!)
+[Verse 2]
+Look, I'm supposed to be cocky, I ain't poor no more
+I ain't gotta steal from the cornerstore no more
+Got my own crib, I ain't sleepin' on the floor no more
+Bouncers don't try to play me at the door no more
+But when they see me, they say, "Search him, he might have the nine" (Yeah!)
+"He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne"
+It's been a while since a new nigga came tight like this (Uh-huh)
+Ya man, he aight, but he ain't quite like this
+Niggas is feeling it, the Benz pulling up on the set (UH-huh)
+Me jumping out, 30 thou on my neck (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
+And since you said it was nothing to sweat (What)
+You was outta line so here's what you get
+A verbal ass-kicking, Jesus Christ sent me to test ya
+Let's see how see how... he reacts under pressure
+Til Makaveli returns, it's all eyes on me
+Til the feds build a case or find files on me
+
+[Hook]
+It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (Brrat, brrat!)
+Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain (It's gangsta!)
+It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (Brrat, nigga, take that!)
+Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain (It's gangsta!)
+
+[Outro]
+It's gangsta
+2000 shit
+Yo
+Y'all know what you need to do?
+Get together
+Make a "We Are the World" record
+Faggot-ass niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hustler[Produced by Jake One]
+
+[Intro]
+Don't make this complicated (don't make it)
+My old school candy painted (for real)
+I hustle hard
+When I come through they like "Oh my God!"
+(THAT NIGGA CLEAN!)
+
+[Chorus]
+From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
+I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it
+I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
+I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)
+My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
+I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
+I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
+I'm a hustler, baby
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, I come through, I had the hoes like ''who he?''
+Seats in the old school Louie
+Shoes and the belt buckle Louie
+We don't need more details now, do we?
+Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion
+You gon' need Cartier frames to see my vision
+It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood
+Drama llama time, nigga, what's good?
+Domino's, muh'fucker, it's time to collect
+Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt (wooo!)
+I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip through your set
+This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit
+[Chorus]
+From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
+I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it
+I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
+I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)
+My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
+I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
+I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
+I'm a hustler, baby
+
+[Verse 2]
+Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with
+We talk market and distribution and politics (woo!)
+Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block
+I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop
+I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me
+Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace
+Designer threads in every form of fashion (uh huh)
+I express myself so the question I'm askin' (aaoow!)
+Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit?
+We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit (yeah)
+That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing
+In case you ain't notice it's a Queens thing (wooooo!)
+
+[Chorus]
+From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
+I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it
+I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
+I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)
+My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
+I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
+I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
+I'm a hustler, baby
+[Outro]
+OHHH! It's cold out here
+It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded
+It's 50
+When I come through you see me
+In the Suburbans that's bulletproof
+Bomb proof, leather six, whatever
+When I go hard I go hard
+When I don't want you to see me I switch it up
+I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera
+In the back like ''ooh wee''
+We rolling
+I hustle, man, it's what I do, man
+Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Follow My Lead[Produced by Tha Bizness]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah... ladies and gentlemen
+I'd like to thank y'all for comin' out tonight
+It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm
+
+[Intro: Robin Thicke]
+Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you 'round the globe with me
+I got dough,  plenty baby you can blow with me
+And baby I know that money ain't everything
+But it's fo' sho' (fo' sho, fo' sho')
+And ain't for nothin when you fuck, with, me
+Now when I go
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Follow my lead
+Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead
+Follow my lead, I'll hold you down, put your trust in me
+Baby, follow my lead (follow my lead)
+Follow my lead, I think God made you for me
+Follow my lead - follow my lead
+I'm the one girl in time you'll see
+If you follow my lead
+
+[Verse 1]
+Don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 fucking crazy
+50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong
+I like you a lot, I don't wanna hurt you
+But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
+So if you act like a bitch, I'll call you a bitch
+Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit
+And have to say, "baby I apologize"
+Cross my fingers, God forgive me for telling lies
+Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much
+I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent
+Baby, I can pass the day watching you model lingerie
+I wanna spend the night tonight, shorty, if it's okay
+You can be my Beyonce, I'll be your Jay
+Ha ha - I got a great sense of humor
+First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya
+Or do ya?
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+After seven hours, New York to London, you're wonderin'
+What's gon' be the next stop - I told you
+I'm a don, you gon' know I'm a don
+After you shop 'til your feet hurting in Milan
+Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish
+They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
+Ask your fan about me, they say 50 we love him
+Without them there's no me, so I love them
+Man they're the reason I exist, the reason I insist
+I'm never less than the best, I'm perfection I guess
+As my niggas are stressed, I pass the test
+Every time I drop I'm burning hot
+So I don't care if she loves me or loves me not
+Long as I enjoy the time that we spend
+I ain't looking for commitment, we can fuck and be friends
+Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz
+I get it done with speed
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Toy Soldier[50 Cent]
+You ready? Okay let me wind you up
+Do it exactly the way I said do it man
+These niggas is pussy you heard me?
+Get up nice and close
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I put that battery in his back
+I'm the reason why he move like that
+That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier
+I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
+You don't wanna play with my toy soldier
+I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
+Fuckin with my toy soldier
+If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
+You don't want it with my toy soldiers
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Listen up close now, follow instructions
+Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
+I ain't got no conscience no morals or nothin
+They ain't wit us, they against us, we supposed to touch 'em
+Here's what to do if you see him approach me
+Pop that nigga, I don't care if he know me
+Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
+I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony
+Everytime I come around they call the police on me
+That's why the D's in the precinct know me
+They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat
+Run like I'm in a track meet, swift with the mac, B
+You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayn
+Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holdin
+See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin
+Quick to make examples out of niggas fo' sho' man, hold me down
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I put that battery in his back
+I'm the reason why he move like that
+That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier
+I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
+You don't wanna play with my toy soldier
+I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
+Fuckin with my toy soldier
+If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
+You don't want it with my toy soldiers
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Shoot, stab, kill muh'fucker
+If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, cocksucker
+Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop
+Them hollows so hot, yo' ass'll melt
+Barber razor in the club, stunt - I'll give you a shape up
+Have your ass stitched, gored, your head all taped up
+Niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
+Ha ha, my soldiers around
+And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down
+It's no surprise cause niggas know how we get down
+Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster
+Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped
+You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit
+You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit
+Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
+We organized, disciplined, plus we militant
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I put that battery in his back
+I'm the reason why he move like that
+That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier
+I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
+You don't wanna play with my toy soldier
+I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
+Fuckin with my toy soldier
+If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
+You don't want it with my toy soldiers
+
+[Interlude]
+Two windows to a man's soul
+... fill you with holes
+Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job
+So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!)
+
+[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]
+I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted
+Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it
+Niggas scheme, but the infrared beam's on the mack
+I'll put green on yo' head like an Oakland A's hat
+One boy was a doja, now he a soldier
+My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger
+In a whip masked up, lookin for his enemies
+Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries
+His last casualties, is hooked to them IV's
+(50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!)
+Click-clack, take that, fall back
+It's a contract, 50 grand, I'm 50 man
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I put that battery in his back
+I'm the reason why he move like that
+That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier
+I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
+You don't wanna play with my toy soldier
+I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
+Fuckin with my toy soldier
+If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
+You don't want it with my toy soldiers
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah)
+When I say move (ha ha ha) nigga you better move
+Soldier, ha ha
+I don't want nobody talkin to none of my niggas
+Come around here with that bullshit
+Tryin to feed niggas bad information and shit
+That's how my toys malfunctionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Amusement Park[Produced by Dangerous LLC]
+
+[Intro]
+50
+Ferrari F50
+
+[Chorus]
+Shorty, you ain't gotta take your panties off
+Just pull 'em to the side
+If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
+Baby, come on and ride
+It go up and down and round and round
+Stand up or get on the floor
+It's on tonight, I know what you like
+I know just how to break you off
+
+[Verse 1]
+Good evening ladies, I'll tell you from the start
+I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
+There's lots of activities, fun things to do
+And I'll find my pleasure in pleasing you
+Some rides go fast, some rides go slow
+You fear heights when I'm high, hell yeah I'll go low
+It tastes so sweet that sticky cotton candy
+We get carried away, we be starting a family
+It's a perfect time for a magic trick
+Girl, you know it's no fun without the magic stick
+Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
+Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
+Applause now, that's the first half of my act
+I started out a pimp, now I'm more like a mac
+I don't need your paper, just don't fuck with my stacks
+(Oh, it's like that?) Yeah, it's like that
+[Chorus]
+Shorty, you ain't gotta take your panties off
+Just pull 'em to the side
+If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
+Baby, come on and ride
+It go up and down and round and round
+Stand up or get on the floor
+It's on tonight, I know what you like
+I know just how to break you off
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now you can ride the horse around the carousel
+Explosions, Trojans, all in the hotel
+Put me to the test, girl, I don't fail
+I work it out without a doubt
+There's plenty water rides, I'm sure to get you wet in the park
+Have your lusting seductions considered an art
+Throw a hoop around the bottle, I'll be your teddy bear
+Whatever color you like, you know I don't care
+I really wanna thank ya for attending this affair
+Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here
+I smile when I speak, but I'm being sincere
+And your pass is valid all summer, my dear
+So at your convenience you can always return
+There's so many tricks to the trade you should learn
+Suck that, lick that, swallow that lollipop
+Forget that, grip that, ride it nonstop
+[Chorus]
+Shorty, you ain't gotta take your panties off
+Just pull 'em to the side
+If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
+Baby, come on and ride
+It go up and down and round and round
+Stand up or get on the floor
+It's on tonight, I know what you like
+I know just how to break you offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Flight 187[Intro]
+From the day you're born 'til the day you die
+If you're one of the poor ones you just gotta work hard
+
+[Hook]
+One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
+Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
+One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
+Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+
+[Verse 1]
+They putting pressure on me, son, now they want me to snap
+End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack
+I'm paranoid, I'm feeling like niggas is trying to get me
+Forget the kids, I'm shaving off my fucking head like Britney
+Man, Dre won't mix my records, now I need to talk to Jimmy
+I'm falling back in my old ways, I'm riding with the semi
+Who's calling me? It's Chris, he's on the other line with Diddy
+But I don't wanna talk right now, my day is going shitty
+Why's Jay rocking that Urkel look, man, isn't he from Marcy?
+They say he's growin dreads and now he's talking like a Yardie
+Man, everything is changing, I don't understand a thing
+I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings
+I'm on flight
+[Hook]
+One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
+Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
+One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
+Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+
+[Verse 2]
+My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me
+I'm laughing cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes
+That just makes him one of 50 niggas wanting to murk me
+Niggas found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey
+You can ask my son, he'll tell you "my dad's fucking crazy"
+She filled his head with shit and now I think he fuckin' hates me
+Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me
+I'll blow your fuckin' mind out if I told you what he paid me
+He gave me all the pills he had left, that's why I'm so high
+It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared to die
+I wish a nigga would, I dare a motherfucker try
+You get at me and miss you kiss your black ass good-bye
+I'm on flight
+
+[Hook]
+One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
+Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
+One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
+Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+[Verse 3]
+My lawyers on retainers every month, I give ‘em stacks
+In case they wanna send me up for murder like Max
+Man I wasn't the shooter, I was never on the scene
+So if they do forensics they'll find out it wasn't me
+There's no need for a lie detector, I ain't sayin shit
+The more you talk the higher chances you're doing a bid
+Today I read the paper, it said Tru Life caught a case
+They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face
+I spoke to Michael Vick, I told him I'm happy he home
+You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
+When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck
+So you get back and shake it on the field, show them what's up
+I'm on flight
+
+[Hook]
+One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
+Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
+One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
+Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
+I'm a rider, say I'm a riderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+’Till I Collapse (Freestyle)[Intro]
+GGGGGGGG G-unit
+50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath
+The Dreamteam
+We got to get the get well cards
+Niggas is sick
+Feel this
+Motion picture shit
+Hahaha!
+
+[Verse / Freestyle]
+Now don't think I won't hit you because I'm popular
+I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya
+Catch you slipping I'ma give you what I got for ya
+My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
+You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe
+Because 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 an animal wit it when I spit it's crazy
+Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryin' to play me
+One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me
+After four bottles of Dom the kid start to feeling woozy
+I write my life, you write what you see in gangsta movies
+I'm gangsta to the core, nigga you can't move me
+I find my space at the top, I got this rap shit locked
+I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you
+Spit shells to your convertible
+Lotus you notice richer or poor
+Hollow steel go through your door, this is war
+You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back
+50 Cent, I know you like that, I know you like thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Put Your Hands Up[Intro]
+Unh, all I do is this
+Stunt when I want, ride new shit
+Unh, all I do is this
+Unh, niggas new to this
+
+[Verse 1]
+I’m super-rich like Russell, naw Leor
+I’m decked out, my bitch smell like Dior
+She spoiled, she want it, she can have that
+Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at?
+You can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch
+Be my guest, look at mine, I’m the shit
+I’m hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don’t it?
+I get bread my watch I blew a loaf on it
+Get caught staring at that get smoked for it
+Fool, my swag unlimited
+So fly, ain’t shit I can’t buy
+Louboutin kicks, my Louis Vuitton bitch
+Fresh off the runway, get your one one-day
+Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on
+The black James Bond, nigga I’m a Don
+I do what I want, when and where I want
+
+[Chorus]
+Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
+What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
+Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
+Bitch quit playing
+Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
+What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
+Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
+Nigga quit playing
+[Verse 2]
+Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo
+Paparaz’ photo my side bitch in Manolo
+It’s all about dough though, my knuckle game like Cotto
+Plus I get to shooting, but keep that on the low though
+(Hey!) Nigga, I don’t really got to talk about it
+Me, I get paper, moves I make major
+Shoes I rock – gator, wing tips player
+My style so pure, I’m so couture
+I’m down by law, certified B-boy
+Hold up, wait a minute, money – I’m gonna spend it
+Or why the fuck would I hustle hard to get it?
+So many flows, the hoes be on the di-dick
+And when they pop it and lock it, they know I’m with it
+Dame lengua, give tongue while I hit it
+She a star, fresh from PR
+Give me more, baby give me more
+
+[Chorus]
+Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
+What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
+Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
+Bitch quit playing
+Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
+What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
+Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
+Nigga quit playingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+First Date[Intro - 50 Cent]
+Just one night, tonight
+It could be three of us
+Yeh yeh yeh
+Girl, we could get it on
+(Where ya' girlfriend)
+Girl, we can have a ball
+(Bring ya' girlfriend)
+Life's too short to not fuck on the first date
+No one knows if we're promised tomorrow
+But if we make love until the next day
+We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate
+
+[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
+Four in the morning girl, now I don't wanna talk
+We've been talking for hours, now you know I wanna fuck
+Look I don't understand what it is you don't understand
+My watch a hundred grand, my chain a hundred grand
+Bitch, I'm a wanted man, I say I run New York
+Cause I do what the fuck I wanna do, they know wussup
+They say my screws are loose, I say who cares, you know I'm rich
+Look I don't have time to blow with a bitch shooting the shit
+Now maybe you can loosen up and let me go to work
+So I can whisper in your ear while pulling down your skirt
+When I get the stroking girl you don't know what to say
+Quick come quick, girl, I'm gone right away
+Yeh, you nasty, girl, you nasty
+And I'm into that, so get at me!
+[Hook - 50 Cent]
+I don't want no good, good, good, good, girl
+Me, I want a nasty girl
+Come creep with me, be a freak for me
+Life's too short to not fuck on the first date
+No one knows if we're promised tomorrow
+But if we make love until the next day
+We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate
+
+[Verse 2 - Too Short]
+I said bitch, I wanna fuck you in the worst way
+Hell yeah, I wanna fuck you on the first date
+If I don't, I say, fuck you on Thursday
+Cause then I won't want you, watch how fast I dump you
+But right now I'm infatuated
+You get to hang with me, girl, you graduated
+I take you out for drinks and get you tipsy
+Then I pull my dick out and I say kiss me
+You're about to laugh ya little panties off
+You only get one date, you better grab these balls
+They wanna ride in fancy cars
+That's what bitches do
+They like to rub it then suck it and lick it too
+She's a nasty little trap ho slut
+But I like that shit, so let's fuck
+Bitch!
+[Hook - 50 Cent]
+
+[Outro - 50 Cent (+ Too Short)]
+Ohhh, ehhhh
+It sounds crazy
+But tomorrow's not promised
+I mean, I mean I wanna do it today
+I want it now
+I don't wanna wait
+Wait for what?
+My time's running out
+Your time's running out
+Come here girl
+(Wanna fuck you bitch
+I wanna fuck you bitch
+You only got
+One date
+Ain't no tomorrow)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Financial Freedom[Verse 1]
+Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
+We was sittin' in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale
+Third shootout… we was fightin’ for positions
+Shell casings out my 9 flyin’ through your mama kitchen
+Paper we stack it, pistols we pack it
+You fuck around, we’ll blow your heart out the back of your jacket
+Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is at Chach' crib
+‘Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
+I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had
+Woke up sayin’ “we gon’ turn them corners to Baghdad”
+Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
+All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin’ with them Brooklyn niggas
+I had supreme schemes, Corley Wall thoughts
+Start shootin’, I bet I’ll clear off the ball court
+I want it all, that’s just how I fuckin’ feel, boy
+Get in the way, you gon' take your trip to Gilmores
+
+[Hook]
+I’m dreamin’ of…
+My dream of freedom…
+Financial freedom
+
+[Verse 2]
+Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
+You can get with the program, fam’ll get smoked, nigga
+We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers
+Open your head when you’re half dead – you see? I told you
+On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
+A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
+Over the phones, soon as I’m home, the game’s sewn
+I got connections – look, bitch, I’m connected
+And I ain’t givin’ niggas no passes, so respect it
+Or get dealt with, I’ll break you off proper
+You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa
+Easy – nigga chill or get laid out
+I’ll put a hole in you then find out what your gang ‘bout
+I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely
+I got that tech with that cooling system on me
+You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+We stackin’ paper ‘til we strong then we takin’ over
+Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
+Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin’ like you know us
+North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
+We’re the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
+We’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on us
+If you ain’t gamblin’, get the fuck out the spot, boy
+Shoot an ace off your foot, that’s some shit you should get shot for
+Fuck it, when I win I’m a winner – when I lose, I’m a winner
+‘Cause to my niggas y’all niggas lookin’ like steak dinner
+You screw your face the fuck up, you gon' do what?
+The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
+Nigga stand down or get manned down
+Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
+You gon’ fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
+Hit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Peep Show[Produced by Eminem]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
+This is what it sounds like when I'm breaking it down
+Yeah, I'm breaking it down
+Man, this is what it feels like when I'm breaking it down
+When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
+It's not my fault, it's not my fault
+I'm hot man, it's not my fault, it's not my fault
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+'Til the sun comes up every night (C'mon)
+We party and we party 'til daylight
+We be gettin' it in, come on, we gettin' it in
+Little Hennessy, a little juice and gin
+It's not a fantasy (Nah), it's not pretend
+We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
+'Til the sun comes up every night
+We party and we party 'til daylight
+I shouldn't have to tell you, shorty, you should know (Yep)
+I'm really really gettin into your freakshow (Uh huh)
+You give me a little, baby, then I'ma want mo' (That's right)
+O.D.B. said it, "I like it raw!"
+Exotic erotic we're movin on the floor (Woo!)
+Enough to make a nigga lose control (Yeah!)
+I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
+You got a man, I keep it on the low
+I do my thing you know I gets my dough
+I got a few stacks me and you could blow
+We headed to the hotel after the show
+I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer (Yeah!)
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+On your mark, get set girl now here we go
+Racin off to see yo' peep show
+It turn me on to see you on the flo'
+When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
+Ready or not shorty now here I go
+Shake that thing girl now back it up
+Work it, work it girl you turn me on
+When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
+I'm off the chain, I don't play no games
+I'm hustlin hard homie I do my thang
+You fuck with the paper then watch the hammer go bang
+Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
+I'm tryin to get her in my bedroom and shit
+We could take a long time or get it done quick
+We can camcord this shit, make a boom-boom flick
+It's oh so many places that we can go
+I really want you shorty, shorty now you should know
+Girl your body's callin me, hear you loud and clear
+We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+On your mark, get set girl now here we go
+Racin off to see yo' peep show
+It turn me on to see you on the flo'
+When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
+Ready or not shorty now here I go
+Shake that thing girl now back it up
+Work it, work it girl you turn me on
+When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+The way you move (the way you move)
+You make me lose (you make me lose)
+All control (all control)
+I know you know (I know you know)
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+You're so seductive you make me wanna touch it
+I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
+I'm feelin your style, you better watch me now
+My tongue'll be in your mouth, my hands'll be in your blouse
+When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
+Man, if I can't have you I'ma go crazy
+I want you bad now and if you want me
+Girl, come to me now, I said come to me now
+
+[Verse 4: Eminem]
+Come to me now, you don't come to me now
+Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
+Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
+20 minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask
+The way you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
+I knew I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
+From the moment I met you had to let you know
+I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do'
+You makin me feel like I'm in middle school still
+You squeal like a little girl, you're pitiful, chill
+We gon' fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
+You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still {*phbbt*}
+I shouldn't have to say it, shorty, you should know
+I hope you really gettin' into my creepshow
+Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out
+Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+On your mark, get set girl now here we go
+Racin off to see yo' peep show
+It turn me on to see you on the flo'
+When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
+Ready or not shorty now here I go
+Shake that thing girl now back it up
+Work it, work it girl you turn me on
+When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
+I could break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
+Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
+I can break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
+Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+50 Bars[Hook]
+50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
+When I'm dead and gone niggas gon' remember my name, 50
+
+[50 Cent]
+Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Pappy
+Sneaky muthafucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
+He ain't the type you shoot dice with and win dog
+Unless you tryna get your ass laid out in Gilmore
+He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
+When they came through they hollored like "What up comrade?"
+Grimy niggas, they loved to get gully
+Summertime, still had on black gloves and skullies
+The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread
+Them niggas from Philly woulda called him an old head
+But he a OG, 'mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key
+Sounded like they don't know nothin about drama
+His money sent many men through trauma
+Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
+The bulletproof glass was rolled down on his S-Class
+Heard in DC, he kept mad blocks in order
+Picture this, a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter
+Sonny came in for half a pit, he got knocked
+He on lock still controllin the spot from Comstock
+Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprised he came
+His man just got fucking murked by some lame
+Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one
+On his brain over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
+Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond mayne
+In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back
+"Down down baby," Nelly singin my wrist blingin what?
+I'm waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies
+Son he smokin that shit, I can see it in his eyes
+Comin up Wise and locs is close
+And locs ride 'round lookin for wires to toast
+Benny hopped out the Escalade with a few thorough men
+From B-More, they sellin heroin in Maryland
+His first batch of diesel, he killed like 4 fiends
+His popularity grew, that only meant more cream
+First it was him and his brother, now he got a team
+Went from 5 and a half grams to livin the dream
+Seen he pulled up, goddamn, you know his format
+Bentley Azure, marble in the door, mink floor mats
+Hit the hazards, out the stash box popped two Glocks
+Theme song: "All Eyez on Me," 2Pac
+Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
+He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
+That's Ty in the blue GS, stuntin like he Nicky Barnes
+He broke but he talk like he a Don
+Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max, Haitian cat
+Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack
+I peeped his style son I know his steelo, he on the d-low
+He smile at niggas mumblin fuck you in Creole
+Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
+Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya
+Few niggas tried to merk him, most them got found
+Some turned away try to run they in wheelchairs now
+Banks hopped out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that
+Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat
+Got out a black Hummer, he blew 90 on that
+Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that, let's go
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (Get Rich or Die Tryin’)[Coin flip]
+
+[Gun cock]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Magic StickArtist: Lil' Kim f/ 50 Cent
+
+[50 Cent]
+Aaah!
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I got the magic stick
+I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
+I hit the baddest chicks
+Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
+And I'll show you maaagic
+(What? What?) Maaagic
+I got the magic stick
+
+[50 Cent]
+I'm a freak to the core
+Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
+My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
+This exclusive shit I don't share with the world
+I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
+Back shot proper, the law can't stop us
+Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
+Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
+I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle
+I speed it up, straight beat it up..
+.. And I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
+I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
+Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
+You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
+I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
+My left stroke's the death stroke
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+I got the magic clit
+I know If I get licked once, I can get licked twice
+I am the baddest chick
+Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
+And I'll show you maaagic
+(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
+I got the magic clit
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Lil' Kim not a whore
+But I s** a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
+When it, come to s** don't test my skills
+Cause my head game have you head over heels
+Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
+Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
+.. And I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
+I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throught
+Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
+Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone
+Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
+I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
+Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
+This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
+When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
+It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya high!!
+[Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Lil' Kim)
+I got the magic stick
+I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
+(I am the baddest chick)
+(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
+(And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?)
+Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+(I got the magic clit)
+
+[Lil' Kim] + (50 Cent)
+Now put your face in it
+I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
+(s** ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records
+And the time is (one minute, six seconds)
+(Magic stick) I got the magic box
+Have that ass trickin after one back shot
+(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
+The minks, the leathers, the cl drop
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I got the magic stick
+I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
+I hit the baddest chicks
+Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
+And I'll show you maaagic
+(What? What?) Maaagic
+I got the magic stick
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+I got the magic clit
+I know If I get licked once, I can get licked twice
+I am the baddest chick
+Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
+And I'll show you maaagic
+(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
+I got the magic clitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Officer Ricky (Go Head, Try Me)You think you know me? (Officer Ricky)
+Nigga, You don't know me! (Officer Ricky)
+50... ayo! C-O!
+
+I put a razor thru ya face, I put a nine on my waist
+I cock the shotty just in case, I pump nothin' but bass
+I put a pint of blood in the whip, a pint of blood on the ground
+Bullets, bullets get to ricochetin bouncing all around
+That body all case cold I got her white wit it
+If they ask me I think niggas from basely did it
+I'm a southside nigga, we take on all comers
+The first shot pop, we get to warrin all summer
+These niggas ain't hard I get on em on some different shit
+Different strap, different clip, I blow the door off your whip
+The cop fucked fox, sucked the cunt on the bimbo
+Faggot must've thought he knock me out like Kimbo
+With gondorea lips, his breath stronger than endo
+Fat fuck playing Wii Fit Nintendo
+Have another tattoo, here's another tattoo
+Run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds
+
+Officer Rickyyyy, radio for backup
+See ya ass anywhere you know I'm gon act up
+You want play with me, when I don't want play?
+Have my niggas whip the skin off your ass in broad day
+Screaming boss, nigga you ain't a boss
+Pussy nigga ya lost , listen officer Ross
+I tell you straight suck a dick
+You tryna come with subliminals
+Cuz your ass the police
+My niggas is criminals
+It's like every other word out your mouth bout a bird
+Like you sling cocaine, this shit is absurd
+You's a rapper, you's a motherfuckin rapper
+It's a wrap, your career is fuckin wrapped up
+My enemy's enemies are my friends
+And my semis they like Siamese twins
+See em up close, you won't see shit again
+Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
+Try me, get blown away way way
+Go 'head try me, get blown away way way
+Try me get blown away way way
+Go head try me, get blown away way way
+
+(We the best!)
+Yeah, you the best, you the cocksucking best
+Go 'head faggot, depp throat it, feel it in your chest
+I'm not friendly, I'm anti-social
+Go 'head try me, I'll be fucking ya up, like I'm supposed to
+You say I'm violent, now why you say I'm violent?
+The mac got a muffler, make a loud mouth silent
+Now Me, I'm kinda sensitive, So watch the way u talk to me
+Ya better off shootin me, or tryna put the hawk to me
+The beef ain't shit to me, cuz now I got the wolves out
+That fo-fo pull around, that tre pound bulls out
+I do it for the moula, boo-ya, bullseye
+Pop ya fuckin noodles, deputy do die
+Many men wish death, many men "oh doe"
+I make many millions, fuck wit me, that's a "no no"
+This is motion picture shit, there's no director to cast me
+The D's, I plead the 5th on every question they ask me
+My enemy's enemies are my friends
+And my semis they like Siamese twins
+See em up close, you won't see shit again
+Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
+Try me, get blown away way way
+Go head try me get blown away way way
+Try me, get blown away way way
+Go head try me get blown away way way
+
+Nigga I bleed blue, I swear I bleed blue
+You thinkin I'm a crip, I'll motherfuckin trip
+The cool-out blood, maybe I'm all blood
+Find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug
+Maybe I'm maniac, maybe I'm crazy
+Maybe I'm exactly what my fucking hood made me
+Maybe I'mma do 25 years for murder
+Maybe cuz it's clear I'm the clip inserter
+I done lost my best friend, he died of cancer
+Call me a cheetah, I attack like a panther
+It's teflon vinyl on my drop-top phantom
+Bulletproof windows, and a stash for the cannon
+Nigga if you cross me, you gon' have to off me
+I just keep going no matter where they lost me
+You know I'm like a time bomb- bomb steady tickin
+You know what's coming next, once nigga slap the clip in
+Oh yeah
+My enemy's enemies are my friends
+And my semis they like Siamese twins
+See em up close, you won't see shit again
+Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
+Try me get blown away way way
+Go head try me get blown away way way
+Try me get blown away way way
+Go head try me get blown away way way
+
+Yeah, this nigga's a appetizer
+Where you at Wayne?
+The full course meal Wayne
+You awfully quiet
+You call Em out, well now I'm out
+I got my vultures out
+You got get pass me to get Em
+I'm the baby over here
+I'm the smallest nigga in my clique
+Shady After-motherfucking-math nigga
+3 headed monster - 50, Em, Dre
+Fuck with it if you want niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Funeral Music (Cam’ron Diss)[Sample: Intro]
+The Business is entertainment
+And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'll get him
+
+[50 Cent: Verse 1]
+You niggas should worship the ground I walk on
+I make mills off the tracks I talk on (It's king-pin)
+50 don't call me nigga I don't wanna talk it out
+The 40 cal'll hit yo' leg go on and walk it out
+I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy
+See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henny?
+I'll send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase?
+Zoe pound niggas they don't play
+Buck stabbin niggas on camera and it's ok
+Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away
+Attempted murder, get a year on probation
+Cam are you clear what you facin'?
+You must ain't hear me, I done told you I'm a boss
+I'm eatin good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross
+Word on the street is, 50's not Jay
+And Cam better stay out of his way
+
+[Hook]
+Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
+Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on
+Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long
+Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone (Ha ha, that's fucked up!!!)
+When they say he's gone (Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, he dead)
+[50 Cent: Verse 2]
+Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid
+This is graveyard music right here ya dig?
+This is not competition this is murder
+Career endin, mind bendin, Southside ya finished
+Now look niggas laughin at Cam down on Lenox
+They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it
+I have eighty of them boys with black flags, come through with black mags
+And have you niggas zipped up in black bags
+For a second he was hot now he cold
+I apply pressure on niggas until they fold
+But never mind me, man that's just how it be
+The game got me trained they call me the hustle man
+And like fame, my style will live forever
+They thought I crossover, cause they don't know no better
+I think they think I'm laxed now cause I got the cheddar
+Till I return back bustin trust me it's nothin (OHHH!!!!)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+DipSet! Cam stay up! I'm not gonna destroy DipSet...
+Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss, of DipSet!!!
+And Juelz is the Capo (He's gone) Cam's demoted to soldier...
+We like Jimmy better anyway!! Ballin'! Come on man
+What's the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin
+Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! (He's gone)
+Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me!!! OHHHH!!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Too Hot[Intro: DJ scratching]
+"Niggas bit off Nas shit"
+"Admit it, you bit it"
+"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit"
+"Admit if, you bit it, bit it"
+
+[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
+You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
+Either way you go against me, you still gon die
+I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
+You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
+I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
+An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
+The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
+And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
+Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
+I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
+I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
+I got what you need, 19,5 a key
+I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
+And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
+Run up on them all with the same problem solver
+Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
+
+[Hook]
+Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
+Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
+Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
+(Repeat)
+[Verse 2 - Nature]
+Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
+I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
+You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
+Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
+Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
+I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
+Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
+Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
+Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence
+My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
+Un cured, ain't no vaccine
+Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
+Or in the studio booth, blacking out
+It's Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
+Comin' back I'm rich kid
+Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
+Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga
+
+[Hook - Last line cut off]
+
+"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
+"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
+"Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah
+
+[Verse 3 - Nas]
+What, yo
+I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
+Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
+From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
+We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
+Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
+Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
+When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
+Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you
+Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
+Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
+Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
+22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
+Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
+You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
+50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
+You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
+[Intro - Once]
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+I Don’t Need ’Em[Intro]
+Yeah, it is what it is man
+Uh-huh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Sirens flashin' you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
+It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off
+They seen him shinin', cross full of diamonds he bought grindin'
+His foot slip off the ladder of success he was climbin'
+The D's came through, askin' niggas if they know what happened
+Somehow my name end up in anythin' that involves clappin'
+Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
+They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me
+When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
+I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me
+I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
+A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack
+Figure, I'll push it to the limit, take the shit to the max
+Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
+Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm
+First to let off last to run, every time it's on
+
+[Chorus]
+I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
+'Cause I don't need 'em
+'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
+Shot and I'm bleedin'
+[Break]
+(What? Nigga is there.. is there a motherfuckin' problem nigga?)
+(Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so.. pussy!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Niggas be talkin 'bout me, they always callin' me crazy
+Fuck them OG niggas, they stuck in the 80's
+Sayin they gon' do me somethin', now you know that's a lie
+Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
+I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind
+Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
+When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire
+I prevents runnin', cut my fuckin' hand on the barbed wire
+This shit's crazy, it's just a different day it's the same shit
+Hollow-tip partin' yo' head, leave your whole fuckin' brain split
+They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin
+What's the matter? They can't get that hooptie started
+Thought they was grindin', well God damn, where that money at?
+Thought you was fucked up, cause you was lettin' paper stack
+You ain't a hustler, matter fact, you's a buster
+I don't trust ya, I should send niggas to touch ya
+
+[Chorus]
+I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
+'Cause I don't need 'em
+'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
+Shot and I'm bleedin'
+[Outro]
+What? Who say they gon' do somethin' to me?
+Must be out your rabbit-ass mind
+Fuck around kill one of these niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tupac Shakur - Rolling Stone EntryEvery rapper who grew up in the Nineties owes something to 2Pac. People either try to emulate him in some way, or they go in a different direction because they didn't like what he did. But whatever you think of him, he definitely developed his own style: He didn't sound like anyone who came before him.
+My favorite 2Pac album is The Don Killuminati. It was recorded after he was shot and spent time in prison. It was like a doctor told him he was going to die, and he was trying to get it all down on paper. That's something the average rapper just could not do: build an entire album around that concept, and stay in that negative space. Everybody knows that they're going to die. But after you're in a life-threatening situation, you think about it a little more.
+2Pac's aggressive records are my favorite. "Hail Mary" is just perfect: "Picture paragraphs unloaded/Wise words being quoted." Most artists now just aren't smart enough to write that, or honest enough to write a line like, "I ain't a killer but don't push me." These days rappers will just tell you, "I'll kill you."
+
+2Pac was like a camera. It's incredible how much he wrote — how much he documented. To me, 'Pac was more of a poet than a rapper. You can always tell when you're hearing 2Pac verse. He wrote those lyrics without any music. Notorious B.I.G. was more melody-driven — I'm sure he wrote his shit without a pen, and over the music — but 'Pac was just hashing out his life. The thing was, he was doing that when the public eye was on him, and everything he was hashing out just expanded, and that's when things got out of control.
+All of us on the East Coast loved 2Pac. The music was all that mattered. That East Coast/West Coast feud was just personal beef. Now that he's not here, he's bigger than ever. I can still listen to two or three 2Pac CDs straight. Sometimes I put on 2Pac's best songs, followed by Biggie's best songs. Then I get ready to go into my next project.
+Laurence Fishburne told me once that he didn't like 2Pac. He told me it was because 2Pac was so much smarter than everyone around him. He said he didn't like the way 2Pac behaved because he knew that 2Pac knew better. I understood what he meant. But I still gave him a look like he was bugging.EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Ok, You’re Right[Intro]
+Okay, okay, okay (Okay, okay, okay)
+Okay, okay, okay (Okay, okay, okay)
+
+[Chorus]
+When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)
+What they say about me doesn't make me mad (Nah, nah)
+I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (Yeah)
+Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)
+Okay, alright (They sick)
+Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
+Okay, alright (I grind)
+Okay, you're right (For mine)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm in that 760 leaning when I'm stunting
+I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothing
+Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking to my jeweler
+He's putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
+Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
+Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
+Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back
+They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
+See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac
+A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
+By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
+I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying nothing (Okay, okay, okay)
+[Chorus]
+When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)
+What they say about me doesn't make me mad (Nah, nah)
+I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (Yeah)
+Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)
+Okay, alright (They sick)
+Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
+Okay, alright (I grind)
+Okay, you're right (For mine)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami
+They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
+Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty
+I don't even know my name, switching lanes in my Bugatti
+Nigga, I ain't crazy, bitches like me 'cause I'm paid
+They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
+When I say I'm balling, I'm not talking 'bout a ball
+I'm talkin' 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
+Niggas they can hate all they want, but they know they like this
+Me I'm like that painting on the wall, baby, I'm priceless
+You could come and work me over, baby, on the night shift
+Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (Okay, okay, okay)
+
+[Chorus]
+When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)
+What they say about me doesn't make me mad (Nah, nah)
+I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (Yeah)
+Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)
+Okay, alright (They sick)
+Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
+Okay, alright (I grind)
+Okay, you're right (For mine)
+[Outro]
+Okay, okay, okay, okay - sho' you right
+Okay, okay, okay, okay - you know you right
+Okay, alright, okay, alright
+Okay, alright, okay, you're rightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Everytime I Come Around[Intro: 50 Cent]
+N-Y, N-Y, 'til I D-ie
+N-Y, N-Y, 'till I D-ie
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I'm on it
+Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
+It's never on safety
+I'm on it
+Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down
+No if's or maybe's
+Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
+Niggas gettin' cake made
+Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
+You'll get your big break, man
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You niggas ain't seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack
+That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that
+That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get?
+Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil' my last check
+Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that
+That 'Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at
+That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin', man, I'm passed that
+Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ
+Girl face on my time piece, ridin' around with my crimeys
+These broke niggas so grimy, I let 'em hold the steel, I tell 'em shoot to kill
+I put south side on my back, I ain't talkin' 'bout no tat'
+When I'm outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere I'm at
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I'm on it
+Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
+It's never on safety
+I'm on it
+Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down
+No if's or maybe's
+Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
+Niggas gettin' cake made
+Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
+You'll get your big break, man
+
+[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
+All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw
+I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you
+My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo
+Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds don't have a blues clues
+Thumbing over, don't know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you
+If I get caught I don't boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo
+He gonna bail me out in seconds, please don't let this rap shit fool you
+I send shooters to your home, see I don't need no songs to move you
+My gorilla goin' ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you
+Put you in a box like new shoes, you's a bitch pull down your tu-tu
+When it come to gettin' money all I know is we need bookoo's
+Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
+It's never on safety
+I'm on it
+Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down
+No if's or maybe's
+Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
+Niggas gettin' cake made
+Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
+You'll get your big break, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Winners Circle[Hook: Guordan Banks]
+Are you ready to win?
+Come join the winners circle (Fuck with the winners baby)
+Put up your hands for me, baby (Put 'em up)
+And do it like we're supposed to
+Cause we're gonna win
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Consider this the theme song for victory
+The shit you say to yourself when you make history
+I'm trying to make it feel like the first time
+Like a junkie I'm sort of chasing my first high
+I'm focused, I'm disciplined, I'm ready
+Mentally on point, sharp as a machete
+Hard work, I work hard, I get the job done
+There's only one number 1, nigga, I'm number 1
+I'm confident, you can call it vain or conceited
+Cars, clothes, I need it
+Condos, condoms and bad bitches to be with
+Run with a winner, baby
+Be unconventional, freak me off with friends maybe
+You can be my girl, be my fair weather friend
+Or you could be my, yeah yeah, be my friend 'til the end
+
+[Hook: Guordan Banks]
+Are you ready to win?
+Come join the winners circle
+Put up your hands for me, baby
+And do it like we're supposed to
+Cause we're gonna win
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I got that disease ambition, success is the cure
+They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure
+I got dopeboy bonds, Einstein brains
+The heart of a nigga homicidal on the chain gang
+I want yachts and drops, I got spots to watch
+I wanna see what life is like from the mountain top
+Who says sky's the limit? I'm limitless, I just took the pill
+Why you think a nigga slow flow so ill?
+Be careful, the shit I got is highly contagious
+We hustled 'til it had us all locked up in cages
+Time gon' fly when niggas been bidding for ages
+War stories and wounds, back and forth, a nigga been trading
+For the root of all evil, Lord said it's for Satan
+We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making
+I guess it's all risk versus rewards
+A nigga risk it all for the broads
+(What's up?)
+
+[Hook: Guordan Banks]
+Are you ready to win?
+Come join the winners circle
+Put up your hands for me, baby
+And do it like we're supposed to
+Cause we're gonna win
+Come join the winners circle
+Put up your hands for me, baby
+And do it like we're supposed to
+Cause we're gonna winEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Run New York[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Oh! Please don't play with the animal
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent] (Tony Yayo)
+The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York
+Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York
+I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk
+Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York
+(Here we go now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin'
+I put my vest on, right after I put on my draws
+It's a habit I'm always prepared for war
+See, my life's like some shit you seen in a flick
+Bitches act like porn stars when they sit on the dick
+When I was gettin' out the game I said one more flick
+Test my aim in the range I'm like one more clip
+It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit
+Man, I run Interscope, Jada's tryin to annoy me
+He's nothin' but another disgruntled employee
+Been in the game ten years, and he still ain't rich
+Even his momma upset that he still ain't shit
+But he keep runnin his yap like I'm a take all that
+One more word out his mouth I'll push Styles shit back
+See, the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long
+And the kick on the four-fours is extremely strong
+With a lil' trey deuce it's like pop, pop
+Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop
+And them verses he be kickin', none of 'em hot
+'Cause he ain't got none of that shit he sayin' he got
+And he ain't did none of that shit he sayin' he did
+And I ain't got, time to be talkin' 'bout this shit, fuckin' faggot!!!!
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I gets busy lil' nigga, I run New York
+Yeah, I live in CT, lil' nigga, but I run New York
+I don't go to parties, lil' nigga, but I run New York
+And I stay gettin' cheese, lil' nigga, 'cause I run New York
+Yayo, tell 'em I run New York
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+My money longer than yours, nigga, call your recruits
+The LOX made more money in them damn shiny suits
+The game about sales, drugs and rappin'
+Jada, fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum
+Styles and Sheek Louch, went double plastic
+Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin' out classics
+A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die
+Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly
+Automatic Mossberg who want a piece of this pump
+I'll have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps
+Vest up in the bulletproof man fuck that
+Homie shoot up my whip, all you leave is a scratch
+Yo, I flip cocaine in your project lobby
+And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey
+It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O
+My whole clique got dough, my hoes on the fly home
+G4's, we fly on Lears
+And my rocks lookin' like flashlights in my ears, nigga
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+When I'm in D.C. lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York
+When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York
+When I'm in V.A. I tell niggas guess what I run New York
+When I'm in N.C. niggas holla at me cause I run New York
+Yayo tell 'em I run New York
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Yo who the fuck told this lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?!!
+If I catch him I'll bawl him up and roll him somewhere, ha ha ha ha!!!!
+Dee! Waah! wanna talk to me?! wanna tell me what's goin on?
+You want me to service him for real cause I'll service him! I'll murder!!!!
+Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Hey! Hey get Puffy on the phone!!!!
+Tell him I said, tell that nigga Puffy I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him
+Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin publishing!!!!
+Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing! nigga still ain't recoup!!!
+Awww nigga you in the red, you owe money nigga!!!
+Awww man!!!! Now why you made me put your business in the streets!
+Now niggas know you ain't shit!!!! Damn!
+I see your monkey ass in the paper, cause you ain't returned them jewels you borrowed
+You better give them back! you dirty nigga
+Ain't none of that shit you be wearin yours!
+Ha ha ha!!! We could've kept it a secret nigga
+These niggas I'm supossed to beef with!?
+Awww man!!!! This fight is fixed, you've been set up!
+Ha ha ha!!! That's what he 'gon say they set me up man
+I ain't know the nigga was gonna do that
+Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+This is 50[Intro]
+This is 50
+
+[Hook]
+I, don't know what you take me for
+I, really don't play that shit
+I, ain't got to get you hit
+I get out myself and spray that shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me
+Not to spray this shit
+I got enough ammo shots blow I put a hole
+In any motherfucker out this bitch
+I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose
+You gon' be strong enough to take this shit
+I'm in the hood ridin' 'round with a chrome four pound
+Can you see through the limousine tints?
+I do dirt, the gat bust, I get to kickin' up dust
+'fore the Jakes come around here kid
+Niggas get knocked if D's start askin' question
+My name end up in all types of shit
+I'll be a gangsta nigga 'til I die fo' sho'
+Whether I'm po' or I'm filthy rich
+Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian flake
+For that cake, I get rid of dem bricks
+[Hook]
+I, don't know what you take me for
+I, really don't play that shit
+I, ain't got to get you hit
+I get out myself and spray that shit
+I, don't know what you take me for
+I, really don't play that shit
+I, ain't got to get you hit
+I get out myself and spray that shit
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's
+Every time I get a brand new whip
+I rode around in the 5 'til my money got right
+Then I went back and got that six
+I'm in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day
+I call it the milk truck and shit
+I'll have your ho eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin'
+You should take time to check that bitch
+Find me ridin' through the hood actin' like it's all good
+But I'm looking for a jux and shit
+In the middle of the night, you can turn on the light
+Find me and my niggas in yo' crib
+Nigga holla if there's a problem and yo' niggas got drama
+I got burners for sale and shit
+Got them MAC's, got them 9's, got them techs full of dime
+Hollow-tips and them extra clips
+[Hook]
+I, don't know what you take me for
+I, really don't play that shit
+I, ain't got to get you hit
+I get out myself and spray that shit
+I, don't know what you take me for
+I, really don't play that shit
+I, ain't got to get you hit
+I get out myself and spray that shit
+
+[Verse 3]
+Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
+E'rything about me be gangsta
+Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
+I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
+Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
+They can't hustle when I'm in this shit
+Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
+You don't listen, you gon' get yo' ass hit
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, nigga cherish me
+Like the water you drink
+Like the air you breathe
+You need me to live
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+What If[Intro]
+Yeah, I'm fuckin' with this
+It's that classic shit, that gangsta shit, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if?
+Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if?
+Homie I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if?
+Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?
+
+[Verse 1]
+If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
+Niggas in the hood, man they just wouldn't love me
+If I wore a suit every day like Jay-Z
+Niggas would think I bump my fuckin' head and went crazy
+If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
+I wouldn't stand a chance of tryin' to sell like Shady
+If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
+Every chance niggas get, they'd try and play me
+But I move around with a little .380
+A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
+If I smoked weed all day like Snoop do
+I'd see the world different through my dilated pupils
+If I bust dance moves on you like Usher
+Niggas'll say "50 that ain't gangsta, fuck ya"
+Man I'ma just keep doin' what I do
+Cause niggas can't do me, better than I do, ha ha
+[Chorus]
+Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if?
+Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if?
+Homie I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if?
+Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?
+
+[Verse 2]
+What if I had blockbuster flicks like Will Smith?
+And all the backpack niggas loved me like Mos Def
+I'd probably be a cool-ass nigga like Ice Cube
+Picture me in this flick right now lookin' so cool
+What if I was a low-key nigga, just laid back?
+Hustle to keep a homie 'round, somebody to hold the gat
+Man what if Halle Berry was my next baby moms?
+Shit I'd give that child support up with no problems
+If I caught a case and jumped bail I'd get caught
+Cause I'm that nigga everybody know from New York
+But if I was the new rap nigga you didn't know
+You'd be sayin' "Damn that kid got a sick flow"
+What if I just cruised through your hood on 22's
+Bumpin' Curtis Mayfield or Marvin, somethin' smooth
+And if I let the top down on the Azure
+Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach I'm sure, ha ha
+
+[Chorus]
+Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if?
+Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if?
+Homey I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if?
+Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Click Clack Pow Officer Down Remix[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Eeny meany miny moe...
+Let 'em go!
+Mm mmm mmm with the law!
+Haha!
+Put it back, I got it... One more time, one more time!
+YEAH!
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)]
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+.38, .44, .50-cali shotgun
+I tear up yo Glock, son
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+Catch a piggy by the toe
+Click-clack, POW! - Officer down! (We still scream: "Fuck The Police! ")
+
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+He may holla let 'em go
+But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+Eeny meany miny moe
+Nigga you confused (CH'EAH!) - let me choose!
+
+[Kardinal Offishall:]
+AYO! - One "Licka Officer" walked the earned stripes, (BOOO!)
+Two Licka pigs gon' get shot another night. (BOOO!)
+Homicide would love for me to take a ride
+But I ain't touch pork unless it's dead on the side
+With a fork in it, police can suck my third leg! ('ey!)
+Lock my niggas up beca' dem look like the dread. (oh, why?)
+In the photo that was pointed out by one of your snitches
+That worked at mr.Chows in the back doing dishes
+That was upset with seein' all them niggas gettin' money
+Coming inside the spot, treat the white folks funny
+Flashin' all that paper, 30 deep up in the spot
+That's why IRS come through to bum that club. (eeee-eeeeeah!)
+We ain't waitin' for the boss man to come with no pig
+Cause the crew that you deal with spray, (50: YEAH!) they don't say it. Nigga!
+[Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)]
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+.38, .44, .50-cali shotgun, (YEAH!)
+I tear up - yo' block, son. (hehe!)
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+Catch a piggy by the toe
+Click-clack, POW! (YEEAH!) - Officer down! (BLAT!)
+
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+He may holla let 'em go
+But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law. (EH!)
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+Eeny meany miny moe! (KARDINAL!)
+Nigga you confused - let me choose! (EEEEAA!)
+
+[Kardinal Offishall:]
+Hey yo, you took one of ours, now we even in the score
+We ain't playin that civil rights thing no more!
+No more homies holding hands, we are armin' up for action
+The revolution is to the guys like Mike Jackson
+No more shootin' niggas 41 times. (NOOOOO!)
+No more blastin' us after you sniff lines! (NOOOOO!)
+No more sellin' coke to me! Cause when I distribute to you
+I get my rights read, pig, FUCK YOU!
+WITH A BROOMSTICK! - Who this pig think he is?
+Bastard only mean to get spit on by our kids. (CH'EAH, KIDS!)
+In the area, cause none of us respect the games
+And we already know what provoked all the raids
+You sold them guns, now they blastin' you sell the bullets
+They shoppin' real heavy like a plane propellor. (blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat!)
+I ain't sayin' kill nobody B's in blue
+Keep it up and you get a park named after you!
+[Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)]
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+.38, .44, (BLOW!) .50-cali shotgun
+I tear up - yo' block, son. {YEAH! }
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+Catch a piggy by the toe
+Click-clack, POW! (BLAOOOWWW!) - Officer down! {haha! } (BLAT!)
+
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+He may holla let 'em go
+But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law. (CH'EAH!)
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+Eeny meany miny moe!
+Nigga you confused - let me choose!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gunz for Sale[Intro]
+Woo wooo
+Haha
+G-Unit!
+
+[Chorus]
+We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers
+We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem
+When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em
+We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
+Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
+Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
+Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
+They've been used once or twice and they all for sale
+
+[Verse 1]
+Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
+I'm the reason them thangs in my hood go "bang!"
+I got that trey deuce, I call that, my nigga behave
+16 gauge in case you niggas wanna get crazy
+When a sawed off hit your body parts, they fall off
+You get hit in the leg, man, you can't even crawl off
+When that AK switch to automatic to spray
+Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray
+I got silences and scopes, military issued pistols
+Holla at me, whatever you need, homie, I can get you
+Nickname rubber grips, hollow tips, extra clips
+You don't want your shit to jam, better buy a cleaning kit
+Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest
+You pop off, they pop back and you get left a bloody mess
+MAC-11, MAC-10, time for some action
+Dump a clip out this bitch, see how niggas act then
+Got guns and ammo, they all for sale
+Clips included, you're responsible for your bail
+[Chorus]
+We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers
+We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem
+When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em
+We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
+Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
+Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
+Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
+They've been used once or twice and they all for sale
+
+[Verse 2]
+G stand for "Gangster", Unit stand for "U Niggas In Trouble"
+Better lock and load on the double, G-Unit!
+Fresh out the box, 40 Cali Glocks
+Calico 20 shot, street sweepers clear the block
+I'm that nigga niggas call when them shots pop
+Take 'em to my grandmama basement, show 'em what I got
+Look, I got three 380s, a TEC and two M1s
+Ice came through on some shit and bought him one
+Them young boys from the projects crazy
+He was kissing on the toast and saying "that's my baby"
+Buck came through saying "50, show me some love"
+Sold him a dub-dub, something he can sneak in the club
+Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub, he gave me some bud
+I gave him a pound, gave me a hug, love is love
+I take it back to the NWA days
+Fuck Jake, my CDs raise the crime rate in the tri-state
+Got some Rugers, some SIGs, some Colts
+My nigga, for real, holla at the kid (they all for sale)
+[Chorus]
+We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers
+We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem
+When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em
+We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
+Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
+Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
+Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
+They've been used once or twice and they all for sale
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, man, y'all niggas got any problems?
+Y'all know where y'all can reach me at, man
+19174991919, homie
+You know what I mean, holla at the kid
+You know what I mean?
+So what it got bodies on it, it still look new! HahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+This Is Murder Not Music[Verse]
+I'm on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen
+Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
+First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit
+They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
+You told me do it, don't act like you ain't told me do it
+You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser
+I fly the kite, my little man'll cut his sister up
+He loves his bitch, you snatch her he'll start switching up
+I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date
+I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure
+Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
+Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas
+I'm trying to be easy
+But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
+You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared, Jack
+A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that
+
+
+[Hook]
+This is murder, this is not music
+I had your style 10 years ago, I just didn't use it
+You niggas forgot how I do it
+Well, I do it like there's nothing to it
+[Outro]
+Yeah, all I'mma do is this, I'mma keep counting money
+I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
+I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
+You already know what it is with me, motherfucker
+This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count, man
+Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
+I'm getting... I got 100 dollar bills, for real, nigga
+All I'mma do is this man, you hear that sound in the background?
+I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
+I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house, nigga
+When I count more than your momma house
+I'mma take a break, go get a new stack
+Hand me that money over there
+What we gon' do? All year long
+It's back to 50, you already know
+Get the money, and shut the fuck up
+Watch me do what I'm doing cause niggas can't stop nothing that I'm doing
+Nothing I'm doing
+Right after you get in the way we gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
+We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord - let's be friends by the fire"
+Shit, it's over, nigga
+Back to the script, you know how this shit go
+How much is that?
+Oooh, if you could see me right now, I got a alligator on, nigga
+You, you think it should go different? See, that's where you go wrong
+When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think, nigga?
+Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting and your hashtags and
+You know what the fuck you do, nigga, let me do what I doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Drama Never Ends[Hook]
+I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
+Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
+The drama's gonna never end, never end
+Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
+I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me
+You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me
+The drama's gonna never end, never end
+Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
+[Verse 1]
+It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
+That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em in chalk shit
+I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
+Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
+Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
+I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
+Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
+Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
+I'll hunt you like a great dane
+Hit you, hit you like a freight train
+Run off with your fake chains
+I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
+Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
+Little shit could be a big enough reason
+You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
+I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
+Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun
+[Hook]
+I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
+Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
+The drama's gonna never end, never end
+Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
+I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me
+You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me
+The drama's gonna never end, never end
+Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
+Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
+Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
+Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
+Big strap for robberies with my little 380
+I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
+You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
+Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
+What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
+Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
+Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
+I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
+This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
+When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
+You got to go to work on a nigga
+The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga
+My gift to a gravedigger
+[Hook]
+I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
+Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
+The drama's gonna never end, never end
+Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
+I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me
+You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me
+The drama's gonna never end, never end
+Keep thinkin' I'm playin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Should Be Dead[Intro: Newscast]
+This bulletin just in... In a scene to rival the famed Saint Valentine's Day Massacre of the 1920 Chicago, Don Armatello, reputed crime lord and ten of his henchmen were gunned down...
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I rock a nigga to sleep
+Rock-rock-a-bye, baby
+Rock-rock-a-bye, baby
+
+[Hook]
+You should be dead by now
+Smile but wait until my shooters come round
+With the talons and hollow tip rounds
+In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead)
+You should be dead by now
+Smile but wait until my shooters come round
+With the talons and hollow tip rounds
+In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah I show you my teeth all through the beef
+Paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head
+Shootouts in my hood like a daily routine
+D's think I'm involved when a nigga hit hard
+So when that hammer hit the shell and the hollow tip fly
+Nigga you can cross your heart and hope not to die
+Come through squash the drama, send niggas with llamas
+To heat your ass up, fuck being masked up
+I was given the gift of life from Sabrina
+Since then, I've been jammed up and bucked with the nina
+Nana raised nine kids, I turned out the meanest
+I mean a menace, fuck with me and you're finished
+[Hook]
+You should be dead by now
+Smile but wait until my shooters come round
+With the talons and hollow tip rounds
+In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead)
+You should be dead by now
+Smile but wait until my shooters come round
+With the talons and hollow tip rounds
+In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Homie I always pay my debts when I owe a nigga bullets
+Got an arsenal, infantry and niggas to pull it
+Go ahead, style on me get done with, it's nothing
+I chase a nigga down and touch him, catch him and bust him
+Bitch get out the way, baby while I spray it
+I wet a nigga like a hydrant on a hot summer day
+But you can catch me in May riding round with the 'K
+Better watch what you say, we get it popping today
+Yeah I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here
+I have a nigga tear off your top down here
+This the land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams
+And everything a nigga is worth is on the triple beam, South Side!
+
+[Hook]
+You should be dead by now
+Smile but wait until my shooters come round
+With the talons and hollow tip rounds
+In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead)
+You should be dead by now
+Smile but wait until my shooters come round
+With the talons and hollow tip rounds
+In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead)
+[Outro]
+I'm here to tell you, your services is no longer needed in the community
+Rock-rock-a-bye, baby
+Rock-rock-a-bye, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+On Everything[Hook]
+I really don't care what gang you bang
+What set you claim
+On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
+I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
+Cause when I trip
+A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Don't come around me on your sucker shit
+I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
+Lover boy, want a tougher bitch
+Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me
+I say the shit cause I mean this shit
+Bentley Mulsanne, I’m clean as shit
+Seat back and I'm leaning, bitch
+No, no, no, no, no, no, no
+You know how the shit go
+Out the door, O after O
+That's more money, that's more money
+That's more money fo' sho
+I got a whole bunch of bad habits
+That fly shit, I gotta have it
+That pistol on me, I pack it
+Bitch, your fuckin' head, I crack it
+Me and my pinky ring are like marriage
+Plus she cut ten carats
+I shine on 'em, get a line on 'em
+Send the wolves right there at 'em
+I never said I'd get you by now
+You done heard I got you
+Heard all your homies was haulin' ass
+To that club tonight they shot you
+[Hook x2]
+I really don't care what gang you bang
+What set you claim
+On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
+I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
+Cause when I trip
+A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
+
+[Verse 2]
+You know every beef, I don't need my strap
+Knife work, I cut you, jack
+Niggas watchin' my paper stack
+Cops comin' every time I black out
+Oh, oh
+Shawty sayin' I'm a mental case
+I'm sayin' fuck out my face
+You finna make me catch a case
+Your new bitch my old hoe
+I put her on fo' sho though
+Her head game was so-so
+That's why I had to let her go, go
+I'm blowin' up like I'm supposed to blow
+Neck glowin' like it's supposed to glow
+Gold Cuban, club movin'
+New music, hoes choosin'
+It's a win, win, we don't lose at all
+Came up, we supposed to ball
+Don't know who you take me for
+I kill you if you make me, boy
+You don't know how real it get
+Playin' 'round with this gangsta shit
+We all in, we all in
+I want one when I'm fallin'
+[Hook]
+I really don't care what gang you bang
+What set you claim
+On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
+I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
+Cause when I trip
+A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
+I really don't care what gang you bang
+What set you claim
+On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
+I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
+Cause when I trip
+A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Happy New Year[Verse 1]
+After two bottles of Moet and two bottles of Rose
+Don’t dare say nothing to me, you niggas don’t know me
+It’s ebony and ivory, the white boy, the black boy
+Eminem and Fifty who the fuck slipped me a Mickey
+There’s hollow’s in my tongue, Kush smoked in my lung
+Codeine in my cup, look I don’t give a fuck
+I took X and viagra and now my dick hard
+Shining like diamonds floating round my sheppard
+Look bitch this is my house, we got 50 fucking rooms here
+Butlers, maids and them baccarat chandeliers
+Dog named Oprah and a cat named Gayle
+Stash in the floor in case I got to make bail
+
+[Hook]
+Happy New Year
+I got some liquor, got some hoes
+Got the music playing come and have fun
+Happy New Year
+I got some kush got some purple
+Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some
+Happy New Year
+I got some Goose, I got some Henny
+Some Patron, man I know you want some
+Happy New Year
+I got some porn star bitches in the back
+Freakin off you wan come?
+[Bridge]
+First nigga front I’mma shoot me a chump
+I stuff 2 million in my Lambo trunk
+Me I do whatever the fuck I want
+You must be confused, me I never lose
+Fuck me? No, fuck you
+
+[Verse 2]
+White people fuck with different drugs
+That shit ain't hit the circuit yet
+Niggas fuck with dope and coke not vicodin and percocets
+Tonight I’m open minded, fuck it I’ll give it a try
+What does it matter anyway, gettin’ high’s gettin
+How many shots will it take to make a nigga to drop his shit
+Like he having convulsions, choking, eyes open
+Bong smoking, thats the shit you’ve seen in high times
+Stay float underwater that shit look like a grapevine
+I started out with one pill, now I’m taking ten a day
+Em said I need help, Dre said that shit ok
+Next thing you know a nigga sittin’ up in AA
+Hi, my name is Curtis Jackson, I’m an addict, gotta have it
+
+[Hook]
+Happy New Year
+I got some liquor, got some hoes
+Got the music playing come and have fun
+Happy New Year
+I got some kush got some purple
+Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some
+Happy New Year
+I got some Goose, I got some Henny
+Some Patron, man I know you want some
+Happy New Year
+I got some porn star bitches in the back
+Freakin off you wan come?
+[Bridge]
+
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Talk About MeYeah! Ha Ha!
+
+[Hook]
+Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
+I hear niggas running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
+
+[Verse 1]
+I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
+Think he shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
+We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
+Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
+Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
+Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
+How you think he got that money for that chalk gray Land
+That nigga robbin' and stealin' everything that he can
+
+[Hook]
+Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
+I hear hoes running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
+Used to come through my projects pick her up in his Benz
+Niggas from my buildin' always used to ask about him
+Like he in and out of town, right? That niggas get down, right?
+I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
+And you standin' in my way, excuse me dummy
+Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
+And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat
+[Hook]
+Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
+I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
+
+[Verse 3]
+I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
+But even my mom talk about him bad
+She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
+He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
+I don't know why but there personalities collide
+And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
+You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
+They just like him cause he roll with Dr. Dre and Shady
+
+[Hook]
+Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
+I hear niggas running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
+
+[Verse 4]
+Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
+He left us in the hood we fucked up
+I can't believe this nigga gettin' all this money
+Still actin' like he in the street tellin' niggas they can't eat
+You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
+Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit
+He don't even come through to try and help niggas out
+That's that bullshit. See what I'm talkin' about?
+[Hook]
+Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
+I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
+
+[Verse 5]
+That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
+He ran to me cryin' sent him back out to fight
+Put a battery in his sock or pick up a rock
+You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
+Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
+Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
+I taught him what it takes, to go this far
+Boy I'm the reason you are what you are
+
+[Hook]
+Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
+I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
+Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
+I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Death to My Enemies[Intro]
+Dre, niggas think we bullshitting
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
+Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
+Boy, I'll put your body in a bag
+Front on me, I'm on ya ass
+I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
+I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
+Bushmaster hundred shot, drums'll run out
+They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
+Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
+They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
+Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip
+Six shot semi assault, let it off at your will
+Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
+If D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
+It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig
+Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs
+I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start getting loose on you
+Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you
+I make it hard to breathe
+I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
+Have you lookin' both ways like you crossing the street
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
+Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
+Boy, I'll put your body in a bag
+Front on me, I'm on ya ass
+I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
+I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
+Your whole clique, hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
+This ain't the "Carter" nigga, this is Sparta
+It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
+Let off a clip or let a case off
+I have your pussy ass running like a race horse
+Follow orders now, Yay' shoot his face off
+You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
+See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
+I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
+I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
+This is what happens when have-not's turn into Sasquatch
+Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
+It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
+I got it if you sniff it, go 'head nigga twist it
+Get lifted, goddamn I'm gifted
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
+Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
+Boy, I'll put your body in a bag
+Front on me, I'm on ya ass
+I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
+I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em
+Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
+Headshot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
+It's a hit, not a jux leave the shines on 'em
+Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me
+I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me
+That 430 Spider, carbon fibre
+And my dog is like Al Qaeda, natural fighter
+Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
+The Mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
+It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
+No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
+You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
+My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
+Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
+Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid
+[Chorus]
+Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
+Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
+Boy, I'll put your body in a bag
+Front on me, I'm on ya ass
+I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
+I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemiesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Build You Up[Intro: Jamie Foxx & 50 Cent]
+La la la… Yeah!
+La la la la la la la la… Uh huh
+Ooh I’d lie for you baby
+Ooh I’d die for you baby
+I like the way that feel
+
+[Pre-Verse: 50 Cent]
+I’ll build you, but if ever I fall down
+And I need you to pick me up
+Promise me, you’ll be around
+Hold me down, I’ll build you up
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Listen, if you let me, I’ll be the reason you shine
+It’s the secret, I want the world to know that you’re mine
+But on some real shit, communications could be better
+So I’m writing this song instead of a love letter
+They gon’ play it on the radio a hundred times a day
+I figure when you hear it you gon’ stop and think of me
+I wanna get to know you, and be the reason you smile
+Girl you know where I’m from, you know how I get down
+When times get tough, tell me that I’m special
+Not rap, I mean me, that I’m special
+You know they say diamonds are a girl’s best friend
+Precious stones, could you put me before them?
+If so, I’ll see to it they always around
+Nothing but the best, now how does that sound?
+If I drop a jewel when we talk you can keep it
+Girl you on my mind all the time, that’s a secret
+[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]
+Baby, I build you up
+Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
+I’d build you up
+Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine
+I need to know for sure
+Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
+I’d build you up
+Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I thinkin’ ’bout you thinkin’ that you feel the same way
+Or is it just my imagination that get runnin’ away?
+If you ready to ride, girl, c’mon, let’s roll
+G-5-5 fly, ma, let’s go
+It’s hard to measure the pleasure of havin’ you in my presence
+Your smile makes me smile, I’ll show you my style
+You can shop a little bit, I’ll pick out some shit
+One pair at a time ’til your shoe game sick
+Now who knows what the future holds we’ll be together probably
+For better or worse, like Whitney and Bobby
+If you wanna play house, we can play house then
+But wait, why pretend when you can move in?
+Before I be your buddy in bed let me be your best friend
+Girl, it’s more than lust, I want your trust
+You keep it real with me, I keep it real with you
+Cause I know with you by my side there’s nothing I can’t do, yeah
+[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]
+Baby…
+Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
+I’d build you up
+Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine
+Build you up, baby, when you’re down
+Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
+Cuz your smile, like a frown, yes I will
+I’d build you up
+Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine
+I’m gon’ build you up baby
+[Outro]
+La la la, la la la la la la la la
+La la la, la la la la la la la la
+La la la, la la la la la la la la
+La la la, la la la la la la la laEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+All His Love[Chorus]
+He gonna give you all his love
+He gonna give you all his time
+He won't let a minute go by
+Without the thought of you crossing his mind
+I be like fuck a bitch, I'm trying to stay rich
+No time to concentrate on hoes
+Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
+By the mornin, I got the go
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, I got all kind of bitches, a vet bitch, a beginner bitch
+My phone ringing and I ain't answering cause I'm in a bitch
+I'm more like a pimp than a trick, I send a bitch
+50's and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch
+If we going out we going Dutch pay for your dinner bitch
+Look bitch, this is my life I'm on some different shit
+Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch
+Bitches love me, just like I love me
+Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch
+You wanna buy me shit, meet me at the mall bitch
+In the strip club, let her lick your ass bitch
+Get the cash bitch and then go back to your man bitch
+
+[Chorus]
+He gonna give you all his love
+He gonna give you all his time
+He won't let a minute go by
+Without the thought of you crossing his mind
+I be like fuck a bitch, I'm trying to stay rich
+No time to concentrate on hoes
+Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
+By the mornin, I got the go
+[Verse 2]
+I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch
+She with me to do the to the end, bitch fuck me and her friend
+I said I'm headed to the top bitch I'm trying to get it all
+A real bitch will be there for a nigga if he fall
+The club pack front to the back up in this bitch
+Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch
+Diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck
+Bitch niggas front if you want, we got swimmers on deck
+Get your ass hit over a bitch
+The bitch ain't shit she in a porno clip with a bitch
+She can't suck dick but damn nigga use your head
+She gonna find another dick to suck when you're dead
+
+[Chorus]
+He gonna give you all his love
+He gonna give you all his time
+He won't let a minute go by
+Without the thought of you crossing his mind
+I be like fuck a bitch, I'm trying to stay rich
+No time to concentrate on hoes
+Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
+By the mornin, I got the go
+
+[Outro]
+West side
+This that shit right here!
+Feel like it's supposed to be on that Detox!
+Yeah
+Niggas think they're better than me, but they're not!
+Fuck that! I'm just gonna start over
+So we gonna act like I ain't been that nigga for 8 years
+And I'm a new nigga! Call me Ferrari! G-UNIT!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Gun Go Off[Produced by Adam Deitch & Eric Krasno]
+
+[Hook]
+Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
+You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning
+Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
+Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
+Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping
+When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
+Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
+Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking
+Nigga, my gun go off
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fuckboy, you can see it to believe it
+Try to dodge and weave it, end up a paraplegic
+Believe me, its easy, I'll hurt you, I'll murk you
+I'll pop something, drop something, I ain't going to stop hunting
+Run, run, 'til you're spun, one shot, one gun
+One 911 emergency, it's murder, B
+It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger
+No mistake for that cake, I'm hitting you and your niggas
+Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain
+See the spark and the bang, nigga, shit ain't a game
+Do the math or get blast, bullets go through the glass
+Goes through your ass fast and the leather seat in your Nav
+Nigga, its not a war when there's casualties on one side, I ride
+Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by
+I click-clack, that's that, I don't flash, I mash
+I wave the Uzi at them, I make a movie out them
+[Hook]
+Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
+You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning
+Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
+Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
+Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping
+When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
+Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
+Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking
+Nigga, my gun go off
+
+[Verse 2]
+You better lose yourself in the moment
+Use it, fuck the music, I'mma let it go
+You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
+At your hat, your back, your ass crack, your nutsack
+Your Cadillac, if you make it to that, I'm hitting that
+The 70's was smack, the 80's crack
+The 90's was grimy, millennium MACs, man
+Clips on the whips I ride in them, bad bitches, I ride in them
+Don't worry, I'll get them, gat's jammed or unjammed
+God damn safest the safety don't work, squeeze the eagle, it chirps
+End up faced down in the dirt more than hurt
+Bring the beef where you hang out, bang out, shots ring out
+Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out
+Hit your homies in their legs, bet they have their canes out tomorrow
+You know tomorrow's just a day away
+If you can keep your heart beating, then your ass awake
+[Hook]
+Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
+You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning
+Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
+Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
+Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping
+When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
+Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
+Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking
+Nigga, my gun go offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shooting Guns[Pre-Chorus]
+Got my guns and magazines
+And a red one from a beam
+Nothing is quite as it seems
+Fuck with me and you will see
+
+[Chorus]
+Shoot your gun I'll make you a believer
+Now you better pray for something more
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I go to war to 'til heart stop, niggas ain't listening
+Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christening
+Tell your homie, tell his homies, he 'gon need more homies
+Ain't this a bitch, I got the extended clip right on me
+And my diamonds on my neck, I dare a nigga to scheme on it
+The Ruger on deck, it's hard to miss with the beam on it
+I'll give your ass a permanent nap, sing you a lullabye
+I got money to run, so fuck a alibi
+
+[Chorus]
+Shoot your gun I'll make you a believer
+Now you better pray for something more
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough, nigga
+All that means is you fucked, nigga
+I get the drop I'm on it
+Morning, noon or night, I spot ya, I got ya
+Wake up cuffed to your bed, cops asking, "who shot ya?"
+As the world turns, we live and we learn
+The hollow tips burn and I ain't concerned if I ain't hit
+And I ain't hit, so a nigga don't really give a shit
+You know who you fucking with
+Come through, dump more than a clip
+Niggas be on some stupid shit
+'Till they get hit, ain't that a bitch?
+[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
+K-I double, shotgun barrel double
+My homies front a couple and I move 'em on a double
+Racks in the duffel, Mac with the muzzle
+Makin' circles in you, all black like a tunnel
+I only know how to hustle, can't stay outta trouble
+I got a big gun, muthafuck a scuffle
+Kidd Kidd, will you ever change?
+Fuck no, Pimp zone, Rida gang, you already fuckin' know
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Got my guns and magazines
+And a red one from a beam
+Nothing is quite as it seems
+Fuck with me and you will see
+
+[Chorus]
+Shoot your gun now make you a believer
+Now you better pray for something more
+
+[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
+Man these niggas so fake, I call 'em knock-offs
+Like Pringles I pop the top off
+You ain't hot, dawg, you the fucking Micky Mouse song
+I'm on fire like Louisiana hot sauce
+Brand new J's cost a buck fifty nigga
+You scuff these I’ll scar your face, buck fifty, nigga
+Been fucking with them pigs, you a guinea, nigga
+And you always begging, you's a ''give me'' nigga
+I wear my gun like its trendy, nigga
+You pussy and ain't shit, kitty litter
+Uh, see where all that bitching get ya
+Right in front of this pistol, huh
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Got my guns and magazines
+And a red one from a beam
+Nothing is quite as it seems
+Fuck with me and you will see
+
+[Chorus]
+Shoot your gun now make you a believer
+Now you better pray for something moreEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Money[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I'm on that bullshit
+I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
+I'm on that bullshit
+I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Startin to feel like there's nothin left to talk about but the, money, money
+Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money
+Nigga I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes
+I'm focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
+Look, I don't wan' talk 'bout these hoes
+Let's talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
+
+[50 Cent]
+In high school I had coke and dope money
+I blew, now I'm sittin on Bugatti boat money
+I'm eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money
+It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline
+Go 'head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money
+You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money
+Who wan' catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade
+Catch a case, bail bond, I'm out the next day
+Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money
+Talkin 'bout private jet, heliport chopper money
+And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me
+I don't trick, e'ry now and then I toss her money
+Fuck, nut, get up, that's abortion money
+I'll kill if I have to, don't force me homie
+I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money
+I hate when niggas act like bitches cause it costs me money
+What the fuck!
+[Hook]
+
+[50 Cent]
+I'm in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen
+It's the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin
+My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay
+Nowadays I'm just happy things are goin my way
+I'm straight, some say I got more than I need
+Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed
+It's amazing, I made it here on my own
+I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
+An accountant to count, the amount I spent
+Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent
+I got it made, I got bridge truck money
+Euros range, you wan' borrow some from me?
+My bank statements have you niggas like "Damn!"
+Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man
+Get married, pay for one bitch, I'll buy her bar food
+Kids don't try this shit at home, you can't do the shit I do
+Whassup?
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fat Bitch[Intro: 50 Cent]
+We over here... with some fat chicks
+Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches
+That's Yayo
+
+[Hook]
+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"
+[Hook]
+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
+[Hook]
+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
+[Hook]
+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, hoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can I Speak To You[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
+Chrome rims for sixes, one wheel, one GSX-R
+Throw it up, one hand, wave back at the bitches
+I'm silent, right before I snap I'm violent
+I call myself the tussle, I'm the boss and the muscle
+Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
+A nigga come creeping through the fog, if you scared, get a dog
+Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the morgue
+Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
+I'm cyber pimping, I'm so new wave I got sci-fi hoes
+This is next-level mack shit, that's why my money stack quick
+12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
+Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy, me
+Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
+On top of the underground, still gritty
+Still running cities, Still Em, Dre and Fiddy, fuck with me
+I'm an usual suspect when it's a hit
+Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit
+
+[Hook]
+Pardon me please, can I speak to you
+Feel this is something, I'm compelled to do
+Pardon me please, can I speak to you
+Feel this is something, I'm compelled to do
+[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
+Pistols and bad bitcHes, Hustlers and bad business
+Rapping was just a Hobby, tHat Hobby turned to a million
+Had tHat oxy for sale, you can get it 50 a pill
+Sniff it or let it grill, rap tHe foil you know tHe drill
+Money, power, and drugs, my only reason to love
+Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
+Like to tHe pimps saying wHo the sluts? 211 on Hookers purses
+Another double up purcHase, slanging a Hundred meters from cHurcHes
+God forgive me, but tHe steal was wortH it
+Man I swear I needed some cHange, cHains and golden rings and tHangs
+Niggas watcH videos and tHink tHem dudes went from rags to Hardest
+For real locs know tHat type of sHit makes you a target
+EitHer tHe pigs or I'mma get you wHile you playing boy
+Hunt you like an animal, strapped witH a beam tHat's adderall
+50 told me ambition wins wHen your talent ain't working
+I say I'd rather relapse tHan reenact Curtis and put tHat work in
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
+Floss if you want to I've seen your Home broke nigga
+It ain't a secret I get money, you's a joke nigga
+Make wHat you make in like 2 years, less tHan a montH nigga
+Figg Side to SoutHside but we up niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Curtis 187[Produced by Havoc]
+
+[Intro]
+Ay, nigga tell 'em where you from
+Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what?
+Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up
+
+[Hook]
+They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
+I make a one-eight-seven look easy
+Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
+Push me nigga, see what I'm about
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga
+Saying I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger
+After niggas jumped me bumping my head
+Thinking I wish I had a gun, I fill a nigga with lead
+Took a kitchen knife to finna poke me a nigga
+Wishing I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
+Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
+Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy
+Now those were the days, when crime really paid
+The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way
+From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast
+Robberies went bad, niggas got blast
+Niggas kidnapped Drew grandpa kid
+Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head
+You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine
+You need that, out on the grind all the time
+[Hook]
+They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
+I make a one-eight-seven look easy
+Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
+Push me nigga, see what I'm about
+They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
+I make a one-eight-seven look easy
+Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
+Push me nigga, see what I'm about
+
+[Verse 2]
+It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
+Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
+Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
+Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made
+Yeah, yeah I had a dream
+I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand
+Saying ''damn, dope cost sixty a gram'
+I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
+And say "give it up kid, before I put one in your wig"
+Picture me thirsty, riding 'round foaming out the mouth
+Saying "I don't get on, I'mma lay a nigga out"
+Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious
+I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace
+I'm wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny
+Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny
+Fuck with me, y'all niggas know Boo Boo get busy
+[Hook]
+They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
+I make a one-eight-seven look easy
+Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
+Push me nigga, see what I'm about
+They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
+I make a one-eight-seven look easy
+Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
+Push me nigga, see what I'm about
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yeah, I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggas
+Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggas
+In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
+Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me
+My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child
+Got my ass whooped in Spofford, but never that now
+When my name in your mouth you better watch how you talk
+I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
+I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin your shit
+Thats how the eses play, for that SSK
+You probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts
+Bulletproof shit, cruising through them Compton blocks
+I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West
+In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest
+And you niggas best be on yo' best behavior
+I was bred for this shit, front on me I'mma blaze ya
+[Hook]
+They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
+I make a one-eight-seven look easy
+Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
+Push me nigga, see what I'm about
+They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
+I make a one-eight-seven look easy
+Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
+Push me nigga, see what I'm aboutEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+So Amazing[Chorus: Olivia]
+Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
+I'll be around to catch your call
+Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
+And I adore you
+You always brighten up my day
+I'll never ever let you wait
+Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
+And you're amazing (so amazing)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I'm from, city to city, to show to show
+See me I been grinding across the globe
+I hustle hard to get the grip fa'sho
+So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
+Tell me, what's on your mind when you alone
+I have you touching on ya self, girl all in the zone
+Now if I turned you on
+With things I say, would I be wrong?
+Then I don't wanna be right
+Matter of fact, I'd be on the next flight
+Trying to get it on with you tonight
+Do the things you like
+Touch the right spot, have ya piping hot
+While the wind blow through ya hair in the drop
+Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex
+And let me do what I do until you climax
+You can go straight to sleep after it's all over
+In the morning, roll over and we can start over
+[Chorus: Olivia]
+Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
+I'll be around to catch your call
+Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
+And I adore you
+You always brighten up my day
+I'll never ever let you wait
+Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
+And you're amazing (so amazing)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, I called just to say
+"Hope you're having a nice day"
+You're special, I'd get into you
+Oops, I mean I'm into you
+Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you
+Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie
+Better yet, to watch you climb into the Jacuzzi
+Yeah, bubbles in the bath, Dom in the glass
+Funny how time flies when you full of laughs
+It's fun, but before long, a nigga gotta dash
+For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash
+To come quick, so I don't fuck with the stash
+I know you like pumps and boots, I like Jeeps and Coupes
+So I grind all the time to save me some loot
+I put a spell on ya, I like to call it a spell
+In the bedroom working it well, I don't kiss and tell
+But I don't care if you kiss and tell
+You can tell ya girlfriend the details
+[Chorus: Olivia]
+Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
+I'll be around to catch your call
+Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
+And I adore you
+You always brighten up my day
+I'll never ever let you wait
+Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
+And you're amazing (so amazing)
+
+Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
+I'll be around to catch your call
+Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
+And I adore you
+You always brighten up my day
+I'll never ever let you wait
+Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
+And you're amazing (so amazing)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+They Burn Me[50 Cent]
+Look at what they did to me, they burn me, they turn me
+Into a animal, they flipped son, they burn me
+To the first degree, me son, they hurt me
+I looked out for them motherfuckers, they burn me
+I was good now I'm bad, see they done turned me
+Into a monster, I can't believe they burned me
+I showed 'em love, they showed me hate, they burn me
+Now I'm heartless, your pain don't concern me
+
+I got so many enemies, so many memories
+So many flashbacks, we used to be friends
+Sugar turned to shit, people just change
+They keep pushin a nigga 'til the hammer go BANG
+You violate I will let that motherfucker rang
+Feels like, money came then, more money came
+And, niggas start foamin out the mouth growin fangs
+Now, when did I become the savior of the hood?
+Look homie you don't know me, I wouldn't save ya if I could
+I sacrifice for suckas and they change me, I'm angry
+They selfish, all they want is what they want so they blame me (wow)
+Like it's all my fault they ain't caked up
+You a grown-ass man, damn, when you gon' wake up?
+Turn, 7 to 14, 14 to 28
+An O to 62, nigga get up your weight
+Learn how to duck the jakes, stack your paper then you're straight
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I tried to help a nigga eat, man it's hard out on the street
+Cause I'm kind they think I'm weak (they burn me)
+They see the way I grind and they like the way I shine
+They want paper like mine (they burn me)
+Man they be on some shit when they tryin to hit a lick
+Man a motherfucker flip (so they burn me)
+You think they won't trip cause you helped 'em from the rip
+They ain't loyal to SHIT!
+
+[50 Cent]
+She called the cops on me, cause I don't love her like I used to
+Tried to fix what was wrong; guess it hurts cause I'm gone
+My son he love me but she tryin to poison his mind
+Actin like, everything they got ain't come from my grind
+I say a prayer for her like "God, please change her heart"
+All this hatred at one time is tearin me apart
+Man I ain't lookin for trouble, I'm lookin for blessings
+But ever since the money came, me I been stressin
+Got my ass kicked for bein kind, I can't trust nobody
+The closer they get to me the more they take from me
+Man, I'm givin all I got to give, I'm tryin to live
+They look at me they eyes got dollar signs, they want the kid
+To give it all up, fall apart, break down
+I ain't got much left, what they wan' take now?
+My life? I got so much more to offer
+I'mma make 'em watch me be #1 'til I'm done, yeah
+[Hook]
+
+[50 Cent (+ Governor)]
+They bringin me all, the way dowwwwwn
+(Everybody's tryin to bring me all the way down)
+And betray me just becauuuuse (betray me) I'm down (just because)
+I, don't know, what, to do nowwwww (I don't know what to do)
+Me? My loyalty's, what I'm 'bout
+Ha ha (that just happens to be what I'm about)
+They burn me, over and over and over (over and over again)
+Like they doin what they supposed ta
+They burn me, goddamn look at how they do me (look at how they do me)
+Somebody new tryin to sue me
+So they burn me (after all I've done)
+So they burn me
+(Seems like I can't find a friend, every time they burn)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+OJ[Hook - 50 Cent]
+Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
+Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
+I'm pullin' off a O.J, off-off a O.J
+I'm pullin' off a O.J, I'm killin' these bitches
+
+[Verse 1 - Kidd Kidd]
+I'm smoking up my lungs, this liquor drowning my liver
+I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
+Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
+Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer, Master Splinter
+Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
+I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
+Yeah, I'm kind of thinner but Goddamn, you're jeans are slimmer
+I don't want you 'round my children, you look like a sex offender
+Planet of the Apes, I'm a G-Unit gorilla
+All these rappers claim they killas, prolly sue you when you hit 'em
+See I'm not what you used to, I ain't soo-woo, I ain't crippin'
+I'm a Rider Gang nigga, we gon' get it where we fit it
+
+[Hook - 50 Cent]
+Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
+Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
+I'm pullin' off a O.J, off-off a O.J
+I'm pullin' off a O.J, I'm killin' these bitches
+[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
+Got a new bitch that's so bad, yeah, she don't know what she doin'
+And her ass so round and fat, when she touch me, I'm like boooing!
+I want head and I want tails, so I don't wanna flip a coin
+I don't kiss it, I don't tell, so her close friend she can join
+They don't call me from the pens, that's to see how things are goin'
+So the money, it still flowing, get a Rider Gang, it's still glowin'
+And my neck and my wrist and my ears and my fist, got diamonds all over shit glowin'
+And the Lambo ain't got no top, it ain't summer yet but it's hot
+You gon' lose the speech when you hit the streets and you see the bitches I got
+You better believe it's real from the Philippines to Brazil
+Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her, people can give it to you pure
+100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
+
+[Hook - 50 Cent]
+Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
+Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
+I'm pullin' off a O.J, off-off a O.J
+I'm pullin' off a O.J, I'm killin' these bitches
+
+[Verse 3 - Kidd Kidd]
+MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
+4 door garage, bitch, I need 8 cars
+They want me locked up, they singin' like Akon
+Or shot up like a dope head arm
+Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
+I would take your head on, so you can see me head on
+I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on
+She got my head gone, shit, I'm 'bout to head home
+Pimp zone, that's my destination
+Still street, never handed in my resignation
+Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting
+Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering, huh!
+[Hook - 50 Cent]
+Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
+Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
+I'm pullin' off a O.J, off-off a O.J
+I'm pullin' off a O.J, I'm killin' these bitchesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Just Wanna[Interlude]
+*Porn*
+
+[Intro]
+That’s the way, aha, aha, I like it
+That’s the way, aha, aha, I like it
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Look nigga, if you don’t love yourself, ain’t nobody gon love you
+Your shit ain’t right what bitch in her right mind gon’ fuck you
+That’s what they told me then so I was like “fuck a bitch”
+I’mma grind, I'mma shine, in time I'mma blow they mind
+Oh now she like me, oh oh oh now they like me
+All I want is a blow job, this bitch wanna be wifey
+No 3-course meal, all I want is fast food
+I wanna have fun, how about a quickie huh?
+
+[Chorus]
+I don’t wanna love you
+I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out
+I wanna fuck you
+Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house
+Only if you want to
+We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been
+If you want to
+We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend
+[Verse 2:  Tony Yayo]
+Bitches from Belize, keep all in the weed
+Remy crew got me sweating out a remi weave
+Fuck a model tonight, my bitch is from the
+She the project pimp tease
+Them hood bitches always bring back memories
+They all catch the vapors like “Yayo you remember me?”
+I certainly do, pull the curtain on a ’62
+Hands was free, she on her menstrual
+I promise I don’t love em, I don’t cuff 'em
+I don’t pay a bitch’s rent to have the next nigga fuckin’
+I’m a pimp with principles killin with visuals
+My diamonds like two bright stars, bitch
+
+[Chorus]
+I don’t wanna love you
+I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out
+I wanna fuck you
+Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house
+Only if you want to
+We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been
+If you want to
+We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend
+
+[Verse 3:  50 Cent]
+I don’t want a relationship, I just wanna have fun
+In every position, we can come up with til we’re done
+And my request is to be kickin shit in my ear
+Like to hear what youre thinking, after laughing and drinking
+We can have a ball, we can do it all
+Moonshine light up the sky at night time
+Any time could be the right time
+I’m sort of impulsive, I’m kinda explosive
+Me, Take a little at a time in doses
+Once you’re addicted, I just wanna kick it
+You could pick the spot, I’ll be there with the quickness
+Give it to you good, when I’m gone I’m sure you gon miss this
+[Chorus]
+I don’t wanna love you
+I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out
+I wanna fuck you
+Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house
+Only if you want to
+We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been
+If you want to
+We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friendEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fully Loaded Clip[Produced by Havoc]
+
+[Hook]
+While Jay and Beyonce was *mm mm* kissin'
+I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen
+While Nas was telling Kelis "I love you boo"
+I was shining my nine, ya know how I do
+I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
+I got-I got a fully loaded clip
+I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
+I got-I got a fully loaded clip
+
+[Verse 1]
+You want a problem with me? - no problem, it's all good
+I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood
+Black rims, black hemi, nigga see me when ya see me
+I appear and disappear with the heater like a genie
+That party and bullshit'll get ya ass popped
+Don't believe me - ask Fab, they got his head shot
+I'm in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms
+Smoke on weed not on sherm, nigga it's my turn
+I fire on ya ass, them hollow-tips burn, baby burn
+I'm screaming "Fuck the cops!", riding 'round with my Glock
+There's my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box
+That's how P. got knocked, thats's a jewel I drop
+But you ain't peep that nigga, go 'head, repeat that nigga
+You might learn a little something if you learn to stop fronting
+I make it look easy on three piece bb's
+Rolling locc-ing, up early with the dopemen
+[Hook]
+When Janet and Jermaine was *mm mm* kissing
+I was bagging one-thousand grams in my kitchen
+When Puffy was telling Kim "I love you boo"
+I was shining my nine, ya know how I do
+I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
+I got-I got a fully loaded clip
+I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
+I got-I got a fully loaded clip
+
+[Verse 2]
+At the dice game I bet it all, you hear what I'm saying?
+Take grand, I form better, nigga I ain't playing
+I'm trying to get it, holla at me if ya with it
+And lace up the Chukkas, we can rob these motherfuckers
+My stomach is growling, they say that I'm wildin'
+I'm doing my numbers, I'm getting violent
+They hearing me rap and they thinking I'm playin'
+Till they see the barrel and they see the flame
+I need full co-operation man, give us the chain
+The watch, the ring and the grill, we ain't playin'
+I fire that thing, it sound insane
+Holla, I got that nose candy, mane
+
+[Hook]
+When Jeezy and Keisha was *mm mm* kissin'
+I was bagging one-thousand grams in my kitchen
+When Trina was telling Wayne, "I love you boo"
+She was just running games, she told Buck that too
+I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
+I got-I got a fully loaded clip
+I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
+I got-I got a fully loaded clip
+[Outro w/ ad-libin "I got-I got fully loaded clip"]
+Now nigga, let me show ya how I do this right here
+Now, the Ruger hold 16
+I put 16 in the clip, I put it in, I cock that
+One in the head, I take the clip out
+I put another one in it the clip, I put it back
+That was Big with all that "let the bullets breathe"
+I need a fully loaded clipEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Burner on Me[Hook]
+I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
+(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
+I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
+(Front on me, front on me)
+I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
+I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
+I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
+I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
+
+[Verse 1]
+So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz
+Them niggas you be fucking with, I wouldn't fuck with them
+I'm on that brick shit, you still on that block shit
+I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, bitch
+Man, get your weight up, I said get your weight up
+Stay in your place 'fore you get your ass sprayed up
+Man, I ain't ever scared, I got all kind of guns
+I'm getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one
+Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip, bitch
+I'm cold as ice, check the temperature on my wrist, trick
+I blew three hundred grand, what kind of watch is that?
+I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, ho
+Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis, now I'm hotter
+So it's Tom Ford and Armani, YSL, I'm fly as hell
+I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on
+I look good enough to eat, your bitches suck me and all fuck me
+[Hook]
+I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
+(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
+I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
+(Front on me, front on me)
+I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
+I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
+I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
+I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+You say you hard as a motherfucker, you goin' H.A.M
+We're strapped in this motherfucker, now understand
+Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta shit
+Dump 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it hot up out this bitch
+My diamonds bigger, grimy niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger
+Line a nigga, it's a stick up, money pick up, dust kick up
+Tires screeching when I'm reaching, 50 preach in church, bitch
+This is pimping, fuck around and end up in the worst shit
+Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag
+Body bag, killer swag, blood all on my Gucci shit
+Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad
+Fucking fag, look at your ass, why you make me do this shit?
+I'm built for this, so I was told
+Since mama gone I've been on my own
+I'm for real about it, man, fuck how you feel about it
+Nigga, we in the streets, that's why we holdin' heat
+[Hook]
+I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
+(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
+I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
+(Front on me, front on me)
+I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
+I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
+I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
+I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Power of the Dollar[Talking]
+Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
+This shit right here is dro, ya'll for sell baby
+50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different weeds in the spot, choose one
+Some get addicted, some do it for fun
+Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
+And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
+I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
+Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son
+Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
+NYPD quick to flip, get on some New York undercover shit
+Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
+Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
+It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
+Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass
+Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past
+If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
+This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last
+Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)
+
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
+Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass
+I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
+The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)
+[Verse 2]
+Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots
+I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops
+I'm livin' off experience like Lox; I'm hot
+Check what I got, shorty got knocked
+Comin' up out the capsule spot
+On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops
+So my man got shot
+In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block
+I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
+Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast
+Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
+Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast
+The kid who had it done was a crude fella
+Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella
+We ain't know them, but now we know better
+Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
+He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
+Believe that, now niggas know that he's back
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it
+Parents warn their kids, about people like me
+I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter
+Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo)
+50 Cent, don't get it fucked up from Queens, not Fort Greene
+Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it
+I check and correct it, flow perfected
+I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it
+If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast
+Respect a nigga cash
+My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
+Fuck the police, handle beef on the street
+On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's
+If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him
+Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid
+They send their dogs to come get me
+They wet shit, but they ain't hit me
+Word in the hood is 50, shifty
+Niggas they don't want to go against me
+Cause they know I hunt your ass alive
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix)[50 Cent]
+Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
+G-UNIT!
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+This rap shit plays a major part in my life
+So if you jeapordize it I got the right
+To send a mothafucka at you tonight
+G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' till my clique poppin'
+Swimmin' in barrels of money
+Ma can walk around with her head up, cuz her child ain't a dummy
+It's funny, niggas would rather see you sufferin' and hungry
+I'm comfy as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
+You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough
+I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up
+You know what I came for, a piece of the game, or
+Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
+I'm wide awake but it still feels like I'm dreamin'
+Forty cal. under my pillow, condom full of my semen
+The physical presence of a female's the form of a demon
+That's why I, fuck 'em and leave 'em
+Get my nut while I'm breathin'
+Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'
+That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
+You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
+Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
+Listen, I went through Mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen
+With probable cause, Papa was in and out of prison
+You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
+We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
+[Tony Yayo]
+You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (Cause what?)
+Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
+Niggas hate when you do good
+But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
+They love you, they love you
+"Chi Chi, get the yayo"
+Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train, What!
+"Chi Chi, get the yayo"
+Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
+You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
+I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country
+Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low
+White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
+It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
+I'm smuggled, I'm nothin' but trouble
+I'll make your money double
+Cook me in baking soda
+I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
+I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
+Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
+You can put me in your door panels or your stashbox
+Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks
+If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards
+Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
+You tryin' to move more birds
+...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
+[50 Cent]
+You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
+Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
+Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
+The shells hit you, you screamin'
+Think I'm playin'? I mean it
+Man, I done bought all these pistols
+Lets get it poppin'
+Start to wave em and boy shell cases get to droppin' (C'mon)
+If Jeffrey's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
+I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
+I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know the contestants
+As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
+Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
+I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish
+I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
+Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games
+Ballin out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
+Nigga you see me!
+I wonder if you mad, cause I'm doin' good
+Or cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
+And it hurts cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
+Cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
+You pussy
+
+Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga
+They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
+Talkin' all that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga
+Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
+Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga
+I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
+Pussy, lets get it poppin'
+G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+As the World Turns[Intro]
+Money make a pimp, pimp hoes
+Hustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what?
+Money make the world go round as the world turns
+Money make the world go round as the world turns
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin' ain't a game
+Nigga go against the grain gon' get tore out the frame
+TVs in the Range, I'm into nice thangs
+I slang weed, cocaine and heroin
+50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
+You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit gon' change
+Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range
+Run away with ya rollie, your rings and your motherfuckin chain
+Ain't nothing funny mang, I'm about my money mang
+Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I ain't playin
+Better understan what I'm sayin what I'm sayin, I ain't playin
+I'll be in front of your crib, layin, with the Mac to start sprayin
+Any nigga that's in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lame
+Crackers'll put ya in chains, box'll drive you insane
+Sun can't shine all the time, man it's gotta rain
+That ho loose as hell, you betta crack the whip, mang
+
+[Hook]
+A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothafuckin' hoes
+A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothafuckin' dough
+A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke
+A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke
+[Verse 2]
+I live life in the fast lane
+Man I ain't got nuttin to lose, everything to gain
+Either you with me or against me man ain't nuttin change
+Nigga, you.. go against the grain, I'll make you.. walk with a cane
+Now nigga now who you gon' blame when shit ain't the same
+Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang
+O thirty-one blood, y'all niggas do your thang
+You got two felonies, fuck it, go out with a bang
+Y'all niggas wanna hang with niggas that filthy rich
+They ain't even got to talk to take your bitch
+One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o
+She seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmes
+Ayo the bitch used to bring you dough, used to be your bottom ho
+Now your paper comin' slow, she feel like she had to go
+Roll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers
+Politic with the willies the real shot callers
+
+[Verse 3: Bun B]
+I got one life to live, follow that light that keeps on guidin me
+Haters tryin me, hoes is a-bidein me, media ride me
+King of the Underground so the streets is steady hiding me
+Representin sure tasters, 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 can't stay away like Too $hort, I gots to break a bastards back
+Tore em up, get lem ready to port, put 'em on the master track
+I blast the facts the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin
+If I have to 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, that's on the Trill
+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 knowing got you strippin and even hoeing
+You don't wanna let the pro in the door, this what we showin
+[Hook]
+
+[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 it's time I get mines
+Except the serve and everything'll be fine, bitch
+
+[Outro]
+Runnin from pimpin, bitch you need to run to some pimpin
+Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on ho
+You still ain't figured out what a ho supposed to look like
+Look at you motherfucka here, huh bitch?
+How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that ho?
+Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
+Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Corner Bodega (Coke Spot)[Produced by L.E.S.]
+
+[Intro]
+Aight, check this shit out
+Y'all niggas gon' stay in the car
+Imma go and handle this shit
+Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in
+The money stays in the car 'til I say so... word up
+Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man
+This is what y'all niggas is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram?
+
+
+[Verse]
+Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam
+I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram
+Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
+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 DEA I sold dope in VA
+My coupe stay in Queens but the plates read VA
+I'll show you where I rest at, it ain't hard to find me
+Let me buy a brick and get the other on consignment
+(Hey, times is hard man) I know, don't remind me
+If I catch another case I'mma kill Guiliani
+It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night
+Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes
+[Hook]
+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
+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
+
+
+[Outro]
+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
+I'm bout my money man, I'm bout my money manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Flip on You[Intro: 50 Cent]
+50, uh
+ScHoolboy Q
+Haha
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent & ScHoolboy Q]
+Smiling...?
+Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
+You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!
+Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
+Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You!
+Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
+You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!
+Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
+Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!
+
+[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
+Nigga, I'm the one that bought all them bitches out
+Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, nigga
+You gon' make me fill this clip for you
+You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2
+Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off
+I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off
+Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove
+The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues
+Live my life behind the rules
+Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes
+Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face
+Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught
+I guess my escape, nigga was fate
+I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe
+Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate
+Get slumped in your drive way
+You gon' make me hurt your boy
+You gon' make me put that work in boy
+You gon' make me get to murkin' boy
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast
+She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash
+Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand
+Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams
+Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams
+I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife
+Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right
+Niggas killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back?
+What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that?
+You wander, I travel, I have a destination
+I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason
+My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal
+You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you
+Man on fire, hitman for hire
+Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon' retire
+Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires
+What's up?
+
+[Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can’t Help Myself[Chorus]
+I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
+I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
+
+[Verse 1]
+I had a five hundred bags, 14 grams of powder
+On the phone with my connect, this shit last about an hour
+I need work, I repeat, I need work
+My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked'
+When no money coming in is when the guns come out
+Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house
+You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick
+Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
+They say I'm grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas
+I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga (Hahaha)
+Don't take it personal, it's just how I grind nigga
+Figure, this is a dog-eat-dog world, man
+Ebony enemy today I'm tryin' to duck, I got that hover
+I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker (don't stop girl)
+I mean you gotta feel it man
+She bob and weave up and down you'd be like “I could just kill a man”
+I don't fuck with them niggas from her projects
+They're on section eight but niggas cars are straight
+They ain't out in the day time them niggas roaches
+I don't stop down there if I ain't got the toaster
+I'm in the six four five hard top, not the drop
+Leanin', I see them niggas schemin', dream on
+Touch me, shit I wish a nigga would
+I'll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood
+[Chorus]
+I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
+I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
+
+[Verse 2]
+They said I fell off, my Benz was on the repo truck
+Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck (Shit)
+I say ‘I ain't know none about nothing'
+I'm on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin'
+I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
+That crack money handsome, your bitch blowin' me kisses
+You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn
+I'm starting think you can't trust nobody
+I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me
+And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac on me
+Man since her cousin in a car crash died
+She said ‘don't drink and drive', I say ‘just drink, don't drive'
+I had a morphine dream, I got heroine ambitions
+That's big money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
+When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight
+Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (hey)
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
+I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
+[Outro]
+You'se a purse snatchin' ass nigga man
+You'se a petty nigga
+I can look at you, I can tell you'se a petty nigga
+You'se a car thief
+You'se a idibitty nigga, I'm a big city nigga
+New York City NiggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Thug Love[Intro: 50 Cent]
+What y'all know about this thug shit, huh?
+Ha-ha, TM, baby, come on
+Trackmasters
+Ha ha
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Look we can shop together, mama, his and hers
+Fifth Ave. shit, baby, Fendi furs
+I ain't tight with the chips, girl, I'm down to splurge
+If it's ice you like I'll light up your life
+VS2 Clarity, aight?
+I play the block, I ain't the type to punch a clock
+I'm the type to put the pedal to the floor in the drop
+I live life in the fast lane, I mix dro wit hash
+Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
+It's like she loves me, she loves me not
+Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit a lot
+I gave her jewels that I caught of a jux
+Chanel bags I bought from boosters
+To the hood I introduced her
+She feisty, every now and then she wanna fight me
+People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon' write me
+The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
+[Hook: Destiny's Child]
+A thug's what I want, a thug's what I need
+Even though my friends don't seem to see
+That he lace me with money
+He knows when I want it
+And I'm never gonna leave my baby
+My thugged out no good baby
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Ayo, I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special
+Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
+When I met you it was Guess and Gap, now it's Gucci and Prada
+Took you from being a nine to being a dime
+You complain that we don't spend time
+When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine
+Yo, when shorty say she hate me you know she mean she love me
+When she play me close at the bar that mean she want some Bubbly
+See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly
+She wanna flip, threaten to run keys across my whip
+Try to burn a nigga with some hominy grits
+That's how she on it, when I met her she was lowkey
+Now she wanna OD
+You know me, I let her do her thing, son
+I say what I'm feeling, niggas say that I'm illing
+I sip Cristy so I'm pissy like a staircase in your building
+What?
+
+[Hook: Destiny's Child]
+A thug's what I want, a thug's what I need
+Even though my friends don't seem to see
+That he lace me with money
+He knows when I want it
+And I'm never gonna leave my baby
+My thugged out no good baby
+A thug's what I want, a thug's what I need
+Even though my friends don't seem to see
+That he lace me with money
+He knows when I want it
+And I'm never gonna leave my baby
+My thugged out no good baby
+[Bridge: Beyoncé]
+A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
+And my friends don't understand how my baby laces me
+A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
+And my friends don't understand and I think it's jealousy
+
+[Hook: Destiny's Child]
+A thug's what I want, a thug's what I need
+Even though my friends don't seem to see
+That he lace me with money
+He knows when I want it
+And I'm never gonna leave my baby
+My thugged out no good babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get the Message[Hook]
+I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44
+Get the message, come out and get the message
+It won't even be a war, no beef no more
+Get the message, come out and get my message
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince killed Drake
+I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way
+I spend seven-and-a-half hours bagging up grams
+Gotta watch these niggas with the sticky-ass hands
+See my face through a hundred grams chopped on the mirror
+Tell me I can't eat, I ain't trying to hear it
+JoJo wanted the bitches, I was trying to get my weight up
+Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up
+I'm grimy, yeah, my friends killed my friends
+Like Blackey, he did that shit to him
+Get at me, I'm back strapped up again
+I tried, I can't change, I'll always be the same
+I tell my little niggas fuck 'Preme
+And any motherfucker down with 'em can suck me - I'm still mad
+I got the cream to make a murder scene
+If y'all niggas ain't shooting y'all can't fuck with me, come fuck with me
+
+[Hook]
+I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44
+Get the message, come out and get the message
+It won't even be a war, no beef no more
+Get the message, come out and get my message
+[Verse 2]
+The D's kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick
+I came on the nuts, son, niggas ain't give me shit
+I tried being cool, that cool shit don't work for me
+I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectly
+You can't park 'round here while I'm down here
+I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head
+But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for
+Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights
+I don't clown, I get down, I'm a different breed
+Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me
+I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone
+Line 'em up nice, come through with the Mac blowin'
+Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's all a repeat
+I leave a shooter by your door to make your ass leak
+Now come out come out, find out what I'm about
+That Ruger, that luger, I air your ass out
+
+[Hook]
+I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44
+Get the message, come out and get the message
+It won't even be a war, no beef no more
+Get the message, come out and get my messageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Slow DoeTrackmasters, 99 shit
+Huh uh, huh uh, yea
+
+[Hook]
+Slow dough, is better than no dough (For sure)
+Get caught talking to popo (What you said to them son?)
+Then get hit with a fofo (Blaow, that's right)
+My niggas they loco (Loco)
+Go against me that's a no-no (No-no)
+Y'all niggas is so-so (So-so)
+That's why you ain't got no dough (Broke ass niggas)
+Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater
+Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's
+My team been puffing cheeba and packing heaters
+Since the days of shell toe Adidas And ain't shit come between us
+Look I'm winning now and I'mma keep on winning
+I see with you ain't nothing changed same gators same linen
+Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict I live wild
+Beat cases before a trial grand jury style I'm foul
+You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now
+Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run
+While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
+If you don't know you better go and ask someone
+50 Cent is my symbol and my name
+Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
+Things'll never be the same (never the same baby)
+[Hook]
+
+Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot
+Like I won't grab the Glock and run up in your spot
+Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot
+And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got
+Here I stand on the alley on Guy Brew same spot where Ra got shot
+The block's hot warrant squad flashing my mug shot
+Everybody know I'm loco, move on po po, blast the fo fo
+Roll dolo rock solo, I should be OT on the low yo
+Park the 6 and push the Volvo
+I hear they go cuckoo when they puff Co Co
+I sell Yayo the price up and down like yo-yo
+But keep that on the low though, nobody's supposed to know, yo
+I make 16 hundred off of every O yo
+Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo
+Ha Ha Ha I always get the last laugh yo
+
+[Hook]
+
+I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for rec
+While you niggas race neck to neck
+While niggas who live from check to check
+I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck
+Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards
+Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
+As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
+Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me
+Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
+Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
+But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Green Lantern[Intro]
+50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, the dream team
+We gotta get the get well cards, niggas is sick
+Feel this, nonstop
+Motion picture shit, haha
+
+[Verse]
+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'mma give you what I got for ya
+My clip loaded wit' 16 shots for ya
+Never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe
+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 niggas tryina play me
+One shot is not enough you need least an 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
+Spray shells through your convertible
+Lotus, you notice?
+Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is war
+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
+[Outro]
+Green Lantern
+Shady Records
+Anger Management Tour, homie
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Turn On Me[Hook: Skylar Grey]
+When they say my time is up
+And I am just collecting dust
+Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
+And when they claim that I'm washed up
+Or when my guns begin to rust
+I'm warning you, don't turn on me
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow
+Failure's not an option, my son's turning one years old
+I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
+Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin'
+Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's
+Broken in nickels and dimes
+I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then
+Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit
+Who needs enemies, my friends keep shootin' my friends
+They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a Benz
+Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
+Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Interlude]
+No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
+No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
+No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up with wasn't bumpin' me
+Product of the slum, I guess its misery loves company
+Told em' i’m a winner , i’d be something to believe in
+They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed did
+Jay & Jay didn't work, neither did Columbia
+Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?
+One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
+Bill collectors come around thats when you know you're on your own
+Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'mma show em
+I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before
+I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
+Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Interlude]
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
+Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"
+Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
+I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop
+It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the kid
+All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head
+They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot
+As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops
+How am I the bully of the East if I don't start no beef?
+I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets
+I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done
+Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one
+[Hook]
+
+[Interlude]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+True Loyalty[50 Cent]
+Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
+Yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
+Yeah..
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks]
+There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
+Except loyalty and love between thugs
+For you I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
+For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kid
+For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do
+I'm a Thug, this the way I show my love for you
+Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash
+For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass
+For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight
+Cause with a record like yours, doawg, you ain't staying upstate
+Nigga for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew (Why?)
+Cause I know you'd do the same thing too
+I ride for you, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
+How could you not love a thug like me?
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks]
+Would you ride for me?
+You ain't even got to ask
+Would you die for me?
+Nigga, they blast you, they blast me
+Would you cry for me?
+Shit, when I die don't cry for me
+Just keep repping Southside for me
+Would you ride for me?
+You ain't even got to ask
+Would you die for me?
+Nigga, they blast you, they blast me
+Would you cry for me?
+Shit, when I die don't cry for me
+Just keep repping Southside for me
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks + 50 Cent]
+Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
+I'm the clip, you the gat
+I'm the Glock, you the mac
+I'm the artist, you the trap
+I'm a pen, you the pad
+I'm the Dutch, you the bag
+I'm the knife, you the stab
+I'm the driver, you the Jag
+I'm the ice, you the bezel
+I'm grimy, you ghetto
+I'm the bow, you the arrow
+I'm the shell, you the barrel
+I'm a pimp, you a player
+I'm dope, you the hustler
+I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks]
+Would you ride for me?
+You ain't even got to ask
+Would you die for me?
+Nigga, they blast you, they blast me
+Would you cry for me?
+Shit, when I die don't cry for me
+Just keep repping Southside for me
+Would you ride for me?
+You ain't even got to ask
+Would you die for me?
+Nigga, they blast you, they blast me
+Would you cry for me?
+Shit, when I die don't cry for me
+Just keep repping Southside for me
+[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
+You can catch me in public housing with bundles of D
+Or in the Santa Monica mountains bundled up to ski
+Since time is money I rhyme on the clock
+And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
+You see the ice, you know it's top notch
+And when it comes to dice I'm seeing shorty to the shot box
+Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
+And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
+When I grind I wear the same shit tomorrow
+When you grind it's Showtime at the Apollo
+Damn near every rapper gotta hot sixteen
+Well, my flow's like a hoe that's sixteen
+I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
+They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun, bitches
+But I'm ghetto, straight from the hood, my nigga
+If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger
+I got so many minks, and so many leathers
+The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
+I'm a grown man, still living like I'm young
+With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
+Here the cops come, task force van
+Rock so much ice I'm called Jack Frost, man
+And while we sipping on Cris' you sipping backwash, man
+Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand
+You want sixteen bars in song format
+Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat - what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bad News[Intro]
+Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
+Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
+50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
+Trey 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 it's bad news
+
+[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
+I think little man 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 around wit the hair that the horses had
+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 ninety-nine bananas
+That's why I got ninety-nine niggas wit ninety-nine 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 what the coaches know
+So 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 fifth grade
+That's why my best friend's a the tre pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
+[Hook]
+I don't like you, you don't like me
+It's 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
+It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
+Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)
+
+[Verse 2: 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 second rule please leave the crime scene clean
+Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time
+Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine
+And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
+So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep
+Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise
+Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
+Ninth rule don't say shit cause po-po listen
+Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
+And the tenth 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
+[Hook]
+I don't like you, you don't like me
+It's 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
+It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
+Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Don't 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
+Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I'm LL
+I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
+Better yet like a nigga in the bookings that made bail
+From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
+They got scared, sent that money, and I got shot
+You put 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 niggas say to 50 cent don't matter
+I'll fire shots at the shepherd and watch the sheep scatter
+My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
+You scared then get the fuck around me
+Record execs, know not to play wit my check
+I come through and put my knife on that vein in ya neck (YEAH!)
+[Hook]
+I don't like you, you don't like me
+It's 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
+It's 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 it's 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 it's bad newsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+21 Questions (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent]
+New York City!
+You are now ridin'
+With 50 Cent!
+You gotta love it!
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I just wanna chill and twist the la
+Catch stunts in my 745
+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 want to see you cry
+Got some questions that I got to ask, and I
+Hope you can come up with the answers, babe
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Mo]
+Cuz I just wanna chill and take a ride
+Shotgun in your 7-45
+Oh baby you know I got your back, and I need to feel you next to me
+We got a baby and you know that I
+Would have another, man I want your child
+Sometimes I really wanna cry, cause the love is so good
+
+[Hook 1: 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?
+[Hook 2: Lil' Mo]
+Boy, if you really love me now
+Can we walk down the aisle?
+Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down
+Cause when you was down and out
+I was still around
+You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+If I fell 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 and 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 get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive
+I'm askin' 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're feelin' me?
+In the bed if I used 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 do what you like, I know you like that
+[Verse 4: Lil' Mo]
+If you fell off tomorrow, you could stay at my crib
+If you didn't smell so good, I would still have your kid
+If you got locked up, I'd put money on your books
+I'd marry you through conjugal visits, and it'd be off the hook
+You could still keep the hoopty, if you couldn't cop a Benz
+Boy I'd never dip out, like some of your friends
+If the boys try to get you, I'd be by your side
+Like Cleo from Set it Off, and you know I'll ride
+If you gotta peel a cap baby, do it papi
+And if a chick wanna a piece of me, I know you got me
+You have to work at Mickey D's or Burger King, I'd be there for you cause I kknow we gotta eat
+I ain't got too many friends, you know that babe
+If you use your tongue, baby I'll behave
+You know I don't drink, cause I wanna have ur baby
+Cause I'm your girl, and them other chicks is maybe
+
+[Hook 1: 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?
+
+[Verse 5: 50 Cent]
+Now would you leave me if your father, found out I was thuggin'?
+Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'?
+Are you mad cause I'm askin' you 21 questions?
+Are you my soulmate, are you the one for me? Cause if so girl you a blessing
+Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams?
+I'm starin' 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?
+We only humans, girl, we make mistakes
+To make it up, I'll do whatever it takes
+I love you like a fat kid love cake
+You know my style I say anything to make you smile
+[Hook 1: 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?
+
+[Hook 2: Lil' Mo]
+Boy, if you really love me now
+Can we walk down the aisle?
+Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down
+Cause when you was down and out
+I was still around
+You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you
+
+[Bridge: Nate Dogg]
+Could you love me in a Bentley?
+Could you love me on a bus?
+I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
+
+[Outro: Lil' Mo]
+If you only knew how I feel
+Boy you would know that my love is for real
+21 answers to the questions you got
+I'll always love you if you got money or notEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Then Days Went By[Produced by Lab Ox & Vikaden]
+
+[Intro]
+This is how monsters function
+Leave me alone
+I ain't fucking with nobody
+
+[Verse 1]
+Keep fucking with me you going turn me back to Boo-Boo
+Have me casing out your crib, trying to pop your fucking noodles
+She was 20, I was 12, man my Nana said she raped me
+I just smiled from ear to ear, saying take me, baby, take me
+Since high school, nigga, I ain't got no friends
+Got two 380s like the Ying Yang Twins (Haaan)
+That's spot clicking till the Ds run in
+Then it's bail money and lawyer fees, you got to have ends
+Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane
+In a ill herringbone, I got them swinging Heroine
+I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I ain't no chump
+Then you can run forrest run, retard when I dump
+They take kindness for weakness, niggas don't respect that
+So me I'm where that Ruger, that Pump and that Tec at
+Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
+Shipment, but you had like twenty bricks in Richmond
+We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreaming
+We just got in the town, we was strapped up scheming
+First Country caught a body, then Country caught a body
+Then I popped a couple niggas then Country shot everybody
+It's cold blooded, it's real shit, you got to love it
+Trey-eight Snub it, and don't think nothing of it
+It's the way of the wolves, it's how they train us to move
+Get it popping when we shopping, niggas hold down the tools
+[Hook]
+I seen niggas getting rich
+Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
+I was tired of not having shit
+Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
+I seen niggas getting hit
+Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
+We was slinging that shit
+Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
+Here I am
+
+[Verse 2]
+Unsure since we was little niggas, son, since we were seven
+Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven
+Niggas popped his whip up, hit his Camry with a seven
+He a lucky motherfucker, I bet he make it to heaven
+My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk
+My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fucking stash up
+I had 250 grams stashed on the porch
+I mean, how much you going to smoke, man?
+How much you going to snort?
+First the VCR went, then the TV went
+He stole out of mommy purse
+She thought it was me, kid
+I ain't ask her for no money, son
+Cause I was out hustling
+She was looking at me sideways like I'm a thief or something
+That hurt me, come on son that wouldn't hurt you?
+I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple
+I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge
+The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub
+[Bridge]
+The Lord don't have imperfections, baby
+So I think I'm perfect the way he made me
+Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy
+Some say I ain't shit, some say I'm amazing
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Rotten Apple[Intro]
+I'm on parole, I used to be on probation
+I'm with my gun, I get full coporation
+I tell you "Take it off" no hesitation
+Nigga you play around, I lay you down
+That's how it's going down
+Don't play with me, I don't have patience
+My head achin', and I need my medication
+Niggas be hatin', they don't know what they facing
+Nigga you play around, I lay you down, that's how it's going down
+I be in court throwing signs like I'm a mason
+Nigga witness against me, I'mma erase 'em
+If they try to run away, I'm gon' chase 'em
+Now or at the town, and I'mma lay 'em down
+That's how it's goin' down
+
+[Hook]
+Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
+On the streets of New York, that's how we get down
+22's on the jeep, some deep in the seat
+When we creep with the heat, that's how we get down
+
+[Verse 1]
+Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
+Stick up kids don't live long in New York
+Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
+Get caught slipping, then get hit with like three
+In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feeling
+Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
+I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right
+Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
+I put 60 on my wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
+We in the hood nigga scheming, what you expect?
+My S on 22's leave ya hoes confused
+On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy, we want you"
+My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me
+Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
+Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
+I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
+That's how we get down
+[Hook]
+Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
+On the streets of New York, that's how we get down
+22's on the jeep, some deep in the seat
+When we creep with the heat, that's how we get down
+
+[Verse 2]
+In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
+O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get your ass hit
+I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me
+I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D
+Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
+It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life
+You should hear they be saying man "50 be flipping"
+"Shot my man over seven grams, that nigga be tripping"
+I know death is promised, I don't fear getting murked
+It's when a nigga half-way kill ya homie, it hurts
+Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
+Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump
+You can have it how you want, but I know you like my style
+Uh-huh, you like how I break it down
+Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
+Take this pack, pump these pieces, that's how we get down
+
+[Hook]
+Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
+On the streets of New York, that's how we get down
+22's on the jeep, some deep in the seat
+When we creep with the heat, that's how we get downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Get It In[Intro]
+Yeah, Na na na na
+Yeah, Na na na na
+
+[Hook 1]
+Now me I'm the life of the party
+A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin
+A little bit of Moët, bottles of the Rosé
+Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in
+Now me I get it in, I get it in
+Me I get it in, I get it in
+Now me I get it in, I get it in
+Me I get it in, I get it in
+
+[Verse 1]
+Look as soon as I step in the club
+I swear my nigga, you can feel the attention shift
+Started around twelve ended up around two
+I better leave with more hoes than I came here with
+I can't be responsible for what I say or I do
+When I talk intoxicated
+Shorty say I told her I love her
+I put her out the next morning saying bitch I must have been faded
+I don't know what you heard about me but the word about me
+That I'm no trick, I'm no sucker, I'm no chump
+I be in the VIP, with my niggas round me
+Saying y'all can have whatever you want
+[Hook 2]
+Me I get it in
+Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
+That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in
+I need a drink, give me a drink
+I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
+I need a drink, give me a drink
+I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
+
+[Verse 2]
+I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so
+I go hard when it's time to play
+Shorty get to dropping it low, like the dancers do
+In the Go-Go in front of me
+She know I like to see her dance, she get to breaking it down
+We get the bouncing outta control
+Because I got a hell of a flow, we got paper to blow
+My whole clique pop bottles galore
+It's no secret the hood done peeped it
+When we come through son, we look like bread
+My '89 grind, make my old nine shine
+Like we been moving bricks round this bitch for years
+I say I get it in it's because I get it in
+Now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten
+I feeling a spend my G, she fuck with me I'm into win
+I'm cooler than her ma then we do this shit again
+[Hook 2]
+Me I get it in
+Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
+That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in
+I need a drink, give me a drink
+I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
+I need a drink, give me a drink
+I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
+
+[Hook 1]
+Na na na na, Now me I'm the life of the party
+A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin
+A little bit of mo' play, bottles of the rose
+Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in
+Now me I get it in, I get it in
+Me I get it in, I get it in
+Now me I get it in, I get it in
+Me I get it in, I get it inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Complicated[Intro]
+Yeah!
+You see a nigga soft? My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)
+A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...)
+These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! They sweet as Sweet'N Low
+I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ")
+
+[Verse 1]
+Let these fake niggas get you in the mood for looove
+I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves
+Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
+Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist!
+Fuck pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!
+Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
+You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
+But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger
+SK, I got nothing but energy (energy!)
+Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari the Remedy" (Remedy!)
+"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me
+I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be
+Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me
+Or it's Ruger time, the SR-9
+Fragments ricochet and ya ass go blind
+Times up, ya fucked! Gotta learn to duck, whassup?
+
+[Hook]
+Don't make me, don't make me
+Don't make me... seem so complicated
+Don't make me, don't make me
+Don't make me
+Show you wassup, don't make me fuck you up!
+[Verse 2]
+Listen, any bitch on the milk box ain't missin'
+I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen
+I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh;
+Shyne tried to get at me, he say I'm waaashed!
+I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed
+What kind of shit is that? This only happens in rap
+These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl
+Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall
+Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin'
+Cream linen, bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em!
+Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!
+If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw
+It feels like it's never gon' stop
+A nigga so hot, I may spend forever on top!
+"Forever ever, ever"? Forever in the drop
+You can't tell I got it on lock? Bitch!
+
+[Hook]
+Don't make me, don't make me
+Don't make me... seem so complicated
+Don't make me, don't make me
+Don't make me
+Show you wassup, don't make me fuck you up!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Big Rich Town (Power Remix)[Chorus: Trey Songz]
+They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah
+And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
+Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
+This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard)
+Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twist and turns
+Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn
+Yeah slick talker, shit talker, New Yorker
+Collectin’ property, playin' Monopoly (Ha, ha)
+You might want bond with us, build and break bread
+You think I'm fucking ’round, look there's money to make here
+More snakes than rats, it's just a habit to my habitat
+Grab this strap, I'ma show you who to blam it at
+God damn can we all just get along? (No)
+Hell no, not when you forget who put you on (Yeah)
+My plug he need the keys to success
+Take two and make three, they the best
+Pure shit, not weak shit, I got this
+Fearless not careless, now watch this
+Money flip like it's suppose to flip
+Reup, then double up, watch me hit the lick
+[Chorus: Trey Songz]
+They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
+Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
+This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard)
+Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
+
+[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
+Ha, watch how you move in my city
+Ooh yeah, we kinda cool but we pity too, yeah
+I know a killer, and he's still in school
+If I tell him that it's up, then it's litty, ooh, yeah
+They tryna line me for my shit (Ooh)
+Hoodie, masked up, I wish you would try to get through
+Before I was rappin’, I was like you hittin’ licks too
+Now I'm buyin’ everything, like I'm too good for a rental
+You act like you know everything, you don't know what I been through
+Send my goonie to pull up on you, like Suge with the pistol
+He might hit you and then spin your block wit your friend too
+If you pull up on me and you movin' wild then it’s lit
+Know it's always on me, even when I sleep, it's under the pillow
+They been plottin' on me since I was eighteen wearin' Kenzo
+Ain't rentin' no jeans, Mike Amiri got me official
+They ain't want me when I wasn't hard to get to
+[Chorus: Trey Songz]
+They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
+Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
+This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard)
+Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Maybe We Crazy[Intro 50 Cent]
+Yeah, uhuh, let's take 'em there, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Sonny did ten years in the fed joint, he half way out
+He ain't home, his ass in a halfway house
+Correctional facilities don't correct shit
+Cause the first thing he asked is who gotta get hit
+A shoot out in 89' fucked up how he walk
+He a grimey ass nigga, you should hear how he talk
+Should shoot the shepard in the head and da sheep ill scatter
+Let niggas talk cause action is all that matters
+I asked about Barnes he sucked his teeth and said he was soft
+Said the boys up in Otisville was breakin him off
+Can you picture him in the yard, niggas yokin him up
+Treatin him like a pin cushion, pokin him up
+He came home actin like he hard as fuck
+Must want a first class ticket to see god Uh huh
+He stick his chest out tellin' niggas he don't back down
+Wait until he find out Sonny’s back 'round
+
+[Hook x2]
+Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up
+Nigga front, that somethin gon go down
+Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want
+Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down
+[Verse 2]
+My nigga Los comin home soon he up there in Fort Dix
+It's on when he come home cause he can get 'nuff bricks
+I was young he taught me not to run, I popped my gun par
+You can ask Scarlata ??? and Amar
+Them niggas used to hit banks back in the days
+They embedded in my brain young crime does pay
+New Cadillacs and Bonnevilles the very next day
+I just look and learn, I ain't have much to say
+Legs ill squeeze the life out you like a boa constrictor
+Fuck a headlock, im talking bout extortion nigga
+Apply pressure, its hot, get the fuck out the kitchen
+When niggas pay you every Friday you ain't got to stick em
+At the dice game if Ace roll a six it's no problem
+But if he roll a ace he gon pull out and rob him
+Losin, a little is alot, when niggas is starvin'
+Man the drama in my hood is goin down regardless
+
+[Hook x2]
+Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up
+Nigga front, that somethin gon go down
+Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want
+Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down
+
+[Verse 3]
+Everbody know Education shot Jamal over short paper
+He on the run you want a nigga hit son he'll take it
+Heard Wise got shot up over some punk shit
+In the club beefin' with niggas over some dumb bitch
+They say Willy was caked up off them credit card scams
+Started a pyramid, the nigga took the money and ran
+Heard he was outta town ridin round in the pound
+Chrome spinnin' 545 I no lie ask how
+Out on VA, Hampton homecoming he cruise by
+He run in to the niggas that he beat, he gon die
+E must’ve caught a jooks the D's flashin' his mugshot
+You know it's his M.O. to run up in them crack spots
+His sister, she aight, big hips, lil waist, big tits
+Pretty face, we fucked on the staircase
+Lisa that’s my bitch she freak off with a nigga, shit
+Man I gotta call that bitch
+[Hook x2]
+Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up
+Nigga front, that somethin gon go down
+Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want
+Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Banks Workout[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I hear a lotta talkin' - niggas must be mad at BANKS
+But there's only one problem - niggas 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
+
+[Verse: Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
+These niggas 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 heads 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 and
+Stop 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 into cool whip (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 flies 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 trigger 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 Celie 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 or cover, huge tour buses
+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 ho (ho)
+And you mad cause you blowin on oregano
+You niggas'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 bitch (nah)
+The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
+I been sick since niggas was on Harlod Miner dick
+I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO)
+Niggas 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 Garvy 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
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+
+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 niggas 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 goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Outlaw[Intro]
+Outlaw: we lawless
+We ballin' out, nigga, regardless
+Everything VVS, we flawless
+When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest
+
+[Verse 1]
+If niggas so hot, why they ain't got what I got?
+My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot
+My fat knots, my swag is top-notch
+My crack spots bring cash in non-stop
+My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock
+I got shooters, they ain't got what I got
+Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop
+I get it and I blow it how I want, why not?
+My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot
+Come through in the drop, hold the Glock, why not?
+9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock
+9 carat stones, I'm in my own zone
+
+[Hook]
+Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless
+We balling out, yeah, regardless
+VVS yeah yeah, we flawless
+You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
+[Verse 2]
+You wan' get shot? Go ‘head, run up in my spot
+My lawyers will have me out by 1 o'clock
+Go 'head, get dropped trying to take what I got
+My diamonds twinkle over my Azad
+My gun pop, tell me why would you try that?
+Porsche Turbo, Cayenne I'll buy that
+G5 jet, pilot, I'll fly that
+Burn good shit, get as high as I get
+My mind's sick, I'm criminal-minded
+Shorty's ass fat: I want to bump and grind that
+Groupie love bitch, your left breast? I'll sign that
+I'm CEO ho, you ain't know?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+New York party of the year: my spot
+These bitches look so good: oh my God
+Looking at the man in the mirror, I'm so hot
+Shorty want to cut, cool, make sure the door's locked
+Off with the Gucci, down go my Louis
+Out come my oo-wee, do me, baby do me!
+Like a pornstar took ya to my spot
+My bed rock back and forth when I'm on top
+My backshots they are sorta like crack rocks
+I give it all I got, non-stop 'til sweat drop
+I damage I wreck shop, I come through correct, I
+I give her what she need 'til it's hard to breathe
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Strong Enough[Produced by Nascent & QB Da Problem]
+
+[Intro]
+You ain't strong enough, nigga, you sweet
+You probably go against me, and weep
+I oughta kiss you, you'd probably like that
+But you don't stand a chance, nigga
+Fucking faggot
+
+[Verse 1]
+I do more than talk that, I mu'fuckin walk that
+Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at
+I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless
+Man, everybody know about 50, I'm famous
+New York, New York, I run New York
+Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop
+In different boroughs I have different moments
+On different days niggas know how I'm on it
+I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga
+I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
+I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
+Queens, Southside 'til they bury me
+BX, two TEC's, flames out the nozzles
+R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
+Spar with me, start some shit, send the shooters out
+Come out the club, we out front with the Ruger's out
+Nah, ain't no sense to talking peace, my brother
+That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah
+[Hook]
+These niggas ain't strong enough
+Their money ain't long enough
+When they bump heads with me
+They find out the guns do bust
+We getting paper, in God we trust
+These sucka ass niggas
+These niggas ain't strong enough
+Their money ain't long enough
+When they bump heads with me
+They find out the guns do bust
+We getting paper, in God we trust
+Suck on this, nigga
+
+[Verse 2]
+When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kidding then
+Special ED kid in the back on Ritalin
+Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up
+Pockets all fucked up, now nigga, what's up?
+I'm rich now, niggas know about my dividends
+Look at the Robb Report, check out what I'm living in
+Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
+Crib the size of the New York City block now
+Okay okay, try me and get shot down
+I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes
+I'm the fucking general, I run my clique right
+It was five of us, all of us millionaires
+Now one's a fucking junkie, and one's a fucking queer
+Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
+They call me crazy, cold-blooded and black-hearted
+I don't play no games, niggas beg for mercy
+Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (Curtis)[Sound of a car trunk opening]
+
+[J (Andrew Howard)]
+Here ya go, man
+
+[Eddie (Matthew Rhys)]
+Jesus Christ, man, you're going to war
+
+[J (Andrew Howard)]
+What I say? Didn’t I say come to me? Do I ever disappoint? Fucking no. Why? I deliver. Why? I’m your man. How do I know? How? Know? *No* Know how. I got 100 things to do this morning and you’re first in line so could we move it along please?
+
+[Eddie (Matthew Rhys)]
+Okay. Fine. Right. I’m just looking for something, small, light, cheap. .380, .32. Something like that
+
+[J (Andrew Howard)]
+No, no, no. You want to be packing like a man, Eddie, you’re a man, man. How ‘bout this.. 6-inch 3-5-7 magnum?
+
+[Eddie (Matthew Rhys)]
+Yeah
+
+[J (Andrew Howard)]
+Automatics. Browning 9-mill. Now I know what you’re thinking, that’s got no stopping power, but that’s got 13 shots in the clip, man. That won’t just kill a man, that’ll turn him inside out, pull him upside down, piss on him, read him his last rights...
+
+[Eddie (Matthew Rhys)]
+Alright, fine. Yeah, I get the message, I’m just.. I'm just a bit fucking lost there. And these are totally untraceable?
+[J (Andrew Howard)]
+They don’t exist
+
+[Eddie (Matthew Rhys)]
+What about guarantee's?
+
+[J (Andrew Howard)]
+What do you think this is? Guns-Are-Us?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wait ’til Tonight[Intro]
+If you think you're lonely now
+Wait until tonight, girl
+Ah man
+If you think you're lonely now
+Wait until tonight, girl
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm waitin' on you to come, baby I'm that man
+Bedroom superhero, naked I'm Batman
+I kill it then I give ya mouth-to-mouth, CPR
+Bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life
+Bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic
+Have it how you want it, my back shot's bionic
+She givin' me something I can feel like En Vogue
+Unload then reload, recharge, I'm back on
+Back at it, fuckin' up the sprigs in her Craftmatic
+Jack rabbit, addiction, I don't wanna break that habit
+Your boy toy man, child it's cool, you can play with me
+City life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me
+I wanna share thoughts, let's talk, go for a walk
+Fantasies, we can get loose right in the park
+Bullseye right through her head, to her heart
+It's mental and physical, when you're gone, I'll be missin' you
+
+[Hook]
+You gon' get it, you gon' get it
+I got a plan for you (Got it all planned girl)
+Girl it's on 'til the 'mon when you come through (haha)
+I can't think of a thing that I won't do (What you wan' do?)
+When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait 'til I get you girl)
+[Verse 2]
+I'm Curtis Mayfield, Marvin, the new Bobby Womack
+2012 freak shit, baby I'm all that
+The touchin' and the teasin', the pleasure's the reason
+I'm sure she'll be open from the lickin' and strokin'
+Or how I say a line and it stimulates her mind
+My sense of humor, I make her smile while passin' time
+It's sexual, it's not perverted or obscene
+The foreplay we play, until I touch her 'til she cream
+Cash rules the shortie, she's something out a dream
+Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between
+Got that island girl swag, she Dutty Wine
+When we get back to the spot, that ass is mine
+See how I switch gears, her bra gone it's on
+It's showtime, it's my turn to perform
+Leave the lights on, while I get it, I got it good
+She sayin' she love my show, I'm sayin' I knew she would
+
+[Hook]
+You gon' get it, you gon' get it
+I got a plan for you (Got it all planned girl)
+Girl it's on 'til the 'mon when you come through (haha)
+I can't think of a thing that I won't do (What you wan' do?)
+When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait 'til I get you girl)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Come and Go[Produced by Dr.Dre]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I make 'em move
+I make 'em move
+I make it hot up in here
+Look around
+Let's see what we got up in here
+
+[Hook: x2]
+Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out)
+Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out)
+Bring 'em in (you ain't freaking, we ain't speaking, bitch)
+Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out)
+Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out)
+Bring 'em in (it's Dr Dre and 50 Cent, trick)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+They say he couldn't do it, look, now, I did it
+I topped 'In the Club', I'm still sipping the bub
+The drama, I'm with it, I get biz, you get it
+I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
+That's why a nigga's bidded, I can't forget it
+I said I didn't do it, witnesses said I did it
+I'm fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
+Five TV's, my rims is so sidick
+I cruise through, your bitch just fell in love with it
+Baby, come in, girl, I want to give it to you
+Once I'm in, it's on, I'm a freak with it
+Money comes quidick, hot shit, I spit it
+G Unit kidicks, blue New York fitted
+Shorty, want to cut, oh, yeah, I'm with it
+She comes to my hotel room, she know she's gone get it
+Its exercise, my homie, he's been waiting, he's next in line
+[Hook]
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+People always talking about my reputation
+I don't love them, I don't need them
+I don't love them, I don't need them
+I don't love them
+I don't care what she do with him, it's all good with me
+Suwoo
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+They can't do it how I do it, I'm number one, I knew it
+I do, I do my thing and gangsters bop to it
+It's hit after hit, damn, I'm on a roll
+I'm like James Brown now, man, I've got soul
+No, I ain't a pimp, hell, but yeah, I've got hoes
+I was born to do this, when I breathe I make a killing
+Think I'm bullshitting, my money's touching the ceiling
+Cam buying condos, I'm buying the whole building
+I'm pissing on grown women, R Kelly do it to children
+You bet against me, boy, I'mma hurt your feelings
+Because over and over, I'mma keep on winning
+My Rolls Royce's tinted, your Phantom's rented
+That's why we never ever ever see you with it
+Man, everybody knows, like everywhere I go
+When 50 in the club, shit just goes out of control
+You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre, okay?
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Niggas Be Scheming[Chorus: 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd]
+Niggas be schemin', fiendin'
+To cut your jooks, take off the hook
+I come through there, look how they look
+I'm ridin' leanin', they dreamin'
+They do me dirty if they could
+I'm lookin' like I wish you would
+Try me, go 'head, try me
+Niggas be schemin', dreamin'
+Try me have you hooked to I-V
+Niggas be schemin', dreamin'
+
+[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
+Mad niggas wan' do me dirty, I'm fresh out the tub
+You move like a snail you deserve to catch a slug
+Man I wake up huggin' my bitch
+One with that extended clip, not the one that I'm with
+If you all made man, then you know shit real
+They got change on Lil Mike, I ain't trynna see him killed
+I told 'em that's my cuz, I don't wanna see nothin' happen to him
+Cause when I start spittin' at 'em, I ain't rappin to 'em
+Now I'm jumpin' in that water like a diver
+Six shot survivors, school of hard knock scholars
+These niggas ain't riders, they hiders, they cowards
+I feel like 50, hold power of a dollar
+I told my nigga give me one of them bullet-proof trucks
+I want you dumb enough to try and shoot it up
+I'm lookin' at the nigga lettin' off
+Wait until you finish the clip, laugh then pulled off
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd]
+Niggas be schemin', fiendin'
+To cut your jooks, take off the hook
+I come through there, look how they look
+I'm ridin' leanin', they dreamin'
+They do me dirty if they could
+I'm lookin' like I wish you would
+Try me, go 'head, try me
+Niggas be schemin', dreamin'
+Try me have you hooked to I-V
+Niggas be schemin', dreamin'
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+It sounds like a nightmare, I graduated from fightin'
+Play the projects faster than the 32 man indictment
+See my baby blue Ferrari make 'em feel like the virus
+In they stomach, I keep it one hundred, I make 'em vomit
+I got a code name for straps, sacks in the trumpet
+I get to blowin', the ears will ring for days when I dump it
+My bullet wounds call 'em beauty marks
+And my ho we don't talk to narcs
+So the first 48 the clock tickin', the plot thickens
+The charge, cocaine possession, I'm creepin' with a firearm
+The D's don't even wanna see me, with a firearm
+Before I go back again, I'mma let it off
+They ain't got to pop first, fuck that I'mma set it off
+I need a mental eval, somethin' wrong with my brainwaves
+I'm rich as a motherfucker still ridin' with a AK
+Picture me comin' through lettin' a nigga play me
+When I got all this bread, bitch it's off with ya head, ASAP
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd]
+Niggas be schemin', fiendin'
+To cut your jooks, take off the hook
+I come through there, look how they look
+I'm ridin' leanin', they dreamin'
+They do me dirty if they could
+I'm lookin' like I wish you would
+Try me, go 'head, try me
+Niggas be schemin', dreamin'
+Try me have you hooked to I-V
+Niggas be schemin', dreamin'
+
+[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
+I had to be slippin' to let this clown hit me up
+Now I gotta walk around with this shit bag for months
+Now I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch or a nigga
+Startin' to treat my own brothers like they just another nigga
+My clique got smaller and my clips got bigger
+Condom on my heart, motherfuck your feelings
+They call me Superman see I ain't supposed to walk
+Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork, off
+
+[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
+See they ain't real as they seem and they schemin'
+They fiendin' and dreamin', they geekin' and creepin'
+They hear tires screechin', infrared beamin'
+Niggas head leakin', what the fuck was he thinkin'?
+Sounds of police, momma signin' new leases
+You know you got to relocate her when you beefin'
+I guess you're here for a real reason
+Rah got hit like you got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin'
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd]
+Niggas be schemin', fiendin'
+To cut your jooks, take off the hook
+I come through there, look how they look
+I'm ridin' leanin', they dreamin'
+They do me dirty if they could
+I'm lookin' like I wish you would
+Try me, go 'head, try me
+Niggas be schemin', dreamin'
+Try me have you hooked to I-V
+Niggas be schemin', dreamin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Murder One[Produced by AraabMUZIK]
+
+[Eminem]
+Ayo Fif, I was thinking
+You should go back to doing the shit you used to do
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Murder them, murder them, if I let them demonstrate I murder them
+Niggas be fronting, word up it's stunting til they heard up
+Their semi talk, I let that buck, I had these niggas running hard
+I pull a nigga skirt up, and have him kicking dirt up
+I get a nigga hit a nigga, back up stupid hard
+Silence, it's the return of the tyrants
+Seein' through my third eye with both closed eyelids
+Stand close to the homie you wanna die with
+Flames come out the muzzle on the shit that I spit
+I'm talking like the feds ain't listening
+Nigga this a pool of piranhas you fishing in
+I get it nigga if you want it
+Better ask niggas out me I be on it
+I get the drop, blow at your knot, perfect planning
+Hit your back with something hot, out the cannon
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+It's murder one, it's premeditated murder
+Then it's another one, back to back put the work in
+It's murder one, it's premeditated murder
+Then it's another one, back to backroom workin'
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+You know I got the strap on me, bar holding that for me
+I'm fucked up, it really doesn't matter though
+100 9 millimeter shells in the Calico
+Wait, niggas drop like domino
+Run for your life puta, si, vamonos
+I was taught to see my crew a long time ago
+Walk around with cocaine, yeah even my mama know
+I cut a O in the fo' with seven at a time
+Made 4 hundred of that, you know a nigga grind
+Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time
+A nigga shine, like a nickel 9
+I been talking to the man in the mirror
+Nigga so ass, they be shaking like Shakira
+It seems like my vision's getting clearer
+See me coming with the hammer out, death is getting near you
+It's funny how niggas never hear you
+Till you run down on them, gun down on them
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+It's murder one, it's premeditated murder
+Then it's another one, back to back put the work in
+It's murder one, it's premeditated murder
+Then it's another one, back to backroom workin'
+Yeah, starting to feel like the old meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Killa Tape Intro[Intro: 50 Cent]
+New York City, you are now rocking with 50 Cent
+Are you ready? -- I said are you ready?
+See, you with me, nigga? Drop that
+Paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
+G-Unit -- something new
+
+[Intro]
+I'm not that nigga in your video
+I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
+And niggas know I be on the low
+When I gets my dough and I twist my dro
+I'm not that nigga that you think you know
+I walk around with a big fo-fo
+You front on me I'm gon' get at you, dawg
+I be right at your crib waiting at your door
+(What up 50!)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Coming up I ain't have much, I wanted a lot
+I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
+So you know I had to make something out of nothing
+Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumping
+Hustled hard, at nineteen I bought a Benz, I did
+The older niggas really wasn't feeling the kid
+Trying to find where I live so they could run in my crib
+But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid
+Back then niggas used to call me Boo
+In six months I sold a million gold tops on Guy Brewer
+Country came around, he's into clapping and
+Country left, same shit started happening
+Like, "He shot Rob for some ends, Rob shot Joe over some skins
+Cory shot you and we was friends, money turned boys into men"
+The cycle never changes, shit just starts again
+[Interlude]
+Naw, nigga, ain't nothing changed, nigga
+Yeah, I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
+
+[Verse 2]
+(Damn 50, good to see you back in the hood)
+You see my cherry red SL, nigga -- I'm doing good
+Sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
+So I take a quote from Menace -- "look at the wheels"
+I'm addicted to stunting now that I'm holding something
+I got a trunk full of guns from VA today
+(Oh, nigga, let me hold something?)
+Nigga you high or something?
+I don't play games, I'm bout my money, nigga -- buy something
+I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's
+Here nigga take one, catch a jux and bring me mine
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you, nigga
+You know, don't say I didn't look out for you, knowhatImean?
+But make sure, nigga, that you go catch some jux
+When you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang, knowhatI'msayin?
+I don't want it back nigga, don't try to use it then give it back to me
+Cause I could see y'all niggas now running around saying
+"50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us"
+Sit tight, nigga, I'm coming, you know? New shit
+All the shit I put out on the mixtapes is for the mixtapes
+I got a million
+Oh my God -- my shit is so hot right now; I'm in the zoneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stop Crying[Intro]
+Yeah
+I am N.Y. no lie
+Yeah
+I am N.Y. no lie
+
+[Verse 1]
+They say they do it, like I do it with no mask on
+Nigga, get the fuck outta line, you getting blast on
+Jesus let the weak roam the Earth without a purpose
+Well, I’ll stomp ya fucking head til it’s under the surface
+Now I need you to get it through ya bloodclot head
+Before I put a bullet through ya bloodclot dreads
+These niggas ain't made of the same shit I’m made of
+I dump a clip for my man if he need a favour
+I let a nigga slide he came back and almost shot me
+Then he was thinking I was scared, nah nigga not me
+They don’t understand I was raised by the vultures
+Kids laughing like hyenas in a crib full of roaches
+Call grandmami "mommy" cause mommy already dead
+Daddy been missing since I was a little kid
+Now who dared go there playing games with the orphan
+They know my pedigree, test me I’mma off ‘em
+
+[Chorus]
+Stop the blood clot crying
+The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
+Don’t cry, dry your eye
+Don’t cry, dry your eye
+Stop the blood clot crying
+The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
+Don’t cry, dry your eye
+Don’t cry, dry your eye
+[Verse 2]
+That first body drop, we just getting started, death come in threes
+AR15, M16, semi-automatic, murder machine
+Wave that, blaze that, give a nigga wings
+When that blade in your flesh it’s an emergency
+Your love leak, heart open call the surgery
+Feels like my last girlfriend I lost her
+On second thought I know just where I left her, the altar
+See, I have an advantage I don’t care about tomorrow
+Find out that I ain't frontin’ when them casings start to fall
+You know attempted murder was the case that they gave me
+9 bullet wounds, now a nigga half crazy
+What is that a tear I see forming in ya eye
+Why are you so frightened? We’re all gonna die
+You can say a prayer when I’m coming like the reaper
+Staring through that sight on the top of my heater
+Now...
+
+[Chorus]
+Stop the blood clot crying
+The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
+Don’t cry, dry your eye
+Don’t cry, dry your eye
+Stop the blood clot crying
+The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
+Don’t cry, dry your eye
+Don’t cry, dry your eyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Ain’t No Gangsta[Verse 1]
+Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
+Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
+I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me
+Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
+I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
+Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot
+You talk six coupe's, shit you only pushing a trey
+Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
+For cats like you, crime don't pay
+You just linger in the hood, then niggas blow you away
+You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
+Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
+Niggas in the hood sayin "50's Grimy"
+Cause they hit me with consignment and now they can't find me
+If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
+And I can cop another one after each assist
+
+[Hook]
+You ain't no gangsta
+You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
+You fake fraudulent motherfucker
+You ain't a gangsta
+I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
+Cause we don't trust ya
+[Verse 2]
+You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?
+Kill him, that's what they said Ta Ta did to Peewee
+Y'all ain't got to believe me
+When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick
+Wit Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
+She ain't hot but everytime I fuck, the coke price drops
+When it's time to get it on (what)
+I pull over the thong (uh huh)
+Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
+Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A
+I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
+Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly
+First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
+Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
+Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, Oh really?
+I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli
+Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirelli's
+Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
+Ho whip, bulet proof, you ain't fuckin wit me, duke
+Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
+Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday
+Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
+Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up
+Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
+I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
+Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
+I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
+Man, I don't like none of y'all
+Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
+Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
+Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz
+I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs
+Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs
+Gotta show me some love cause my shit is unplugged
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Catch Me in the HoodYeah!
+50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
+Tony Yayo, G-Unit!
+
+[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
+This rap shit plays a major part in my life
+So if you jeapordize it I got the right (What?)
+To send a motherfucker at you tonight (Uh-huh~!)
+G-Unit!!
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+And I ain't stoppin 'til my click poppin, swimmin in barrels of money
+Ma can walk around with her head up cause her child ain't a dummy
+It's funny - niggas'd rather see you sufferin and hungry
+I'm comfy as hell, skatin with another nigga's money (WOO~!)
+You lying your ass off; you know you ain't that tough
+I'm pullin your mask off, as soon as you act up (WHAT~!)
+You know what I came for, a peace of the game or
+Artillery that's 'bout as long as a chainsaw
+I'm wide awake, but it still feels like I'm dreamin
+40 cal' under my pillow condom feeling my semen
+The physical presence of a female's the form of a demon
+That's why I, fuck 'em and leave 'em get my nut while I'm breathin (YEAH~!)
+Never thought they'd catch me slippin now I'm duckin and drippin
+That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you grippin
+You trippin, no record can get my ass in position
+Death waits for no religon whether catholic or christian
+Listen; I went through momma bitchin in and out the kitchen
+With probable cause as poppa was in and out the prison
+You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect the odds
+We got more four-fives and 9's then a deck of cards
+[Tony Yayo]
+You can take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out me (Cause what?)
+Cause I'm ghetto (I'm ghetto)
+Niggas hatin when you do good, but when you broke
+Your friends and your enemies they love you (they love you)
+Chi-Chi, get the llello (get the llello)
+Picture me bein cracked, out of town trips on the train - WHAT~?!
+Chi-Chi, get the Yayo
+Picture me bein cracked... (TONY YA-YO!!!) here we go
+You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
+I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin country
+Wall Street niggas, they cop me on a low
+White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
+It's time to go, on a bus, the train, a plane
+I'm smuggle, I'm nuttin but trouble
+I'll make your money double, cook me in bakin soda
+I'll turn your who-rock into a new Range Rover
+I'll pay all your bills and fill ya 'fridgerator
+Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
+You can put me in the door panels or your stash box
+Put me in your Nikes, Timbs and Reeboks
+If you copped three and a half, you hustlin backwards
+Cop a hundred grams, you movin forwards (what?)
+I'm tryin to move more birds, in P.A. all day
+On the corner of 3rd - nigga what?!
+[50 cent)
+You can take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out me (WHAT?!)
+Cause I'm ghetto (I'm ghetto)
+
+Picture me polishin pistols, I'm comin to get you, the shells hit you
+You scream, think I'm playin - I mean it
+Man I done brought all these pistols, let's get it poppin
+Start to wavin my embroidered shell casings get to droppin
+The devil's 'round the corner I got to much pride to hide
+I'm outside, gun in my pocket, just stunt and I'll pop it
+I'm dyin to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you numbered for death
+As the world turns, the lessons should be learned
+Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons, I'm ready for war
+The strong survive, the weak shall perish, I told you before
+Hoes they compliment me now like 50 - nice chain!
+Belagio, twenty grand of chips at the dice game
+Ballin out, can't stop it, you gotta watch MTV
+BET, nigga you see me~!!
+I wonder if you mad, cause I'm doin good
+Or cause niggas feel me, more than you in yo' hood
+And it hurts cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
+Cause they know you just rappin and you don't bust your gat
+You pussy!!
+
+Yeah explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga
+They know you fuckin front nigga
+Talk all that gangsta shit on the record; I see you nigga
+Niggas know me nigga; ask around in my hood nigga
+Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talk about me nigga
+I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
+You pussy... get it poppin!
+{NON-STOP... can't forget... Shady, Aftermath!}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Definition Of Sexy[Hook]
+She made me want it, want it
+On a late night, or in the morning, morning
+I wanna be where she wanna be
+She is the defenition of sexy to me
+I'm finna push her upon me, upon me
+Yeah let her know, that I want it, want it
+She wanna be, where I wanna be
+She is the defenition of Sexy to me
+
+[Verse 1]
+Seduction, I'm stuck when...
+She get' that bad in her eyes
+She walks the thick in her thighs
+It's perfect, it's worth it
+I do what I got to get it
+I ain't trippin, shit I'm with it
+I put it down, when I hit it
+She'll be so happy she did it
+I'll bet she never forget it
+In bed, I'm like a wizard
+Shawty exquisite she wanna visit over and over and over
+Her body is a map, I'm the god
+I'm just here to show her
+How to get to that g-spot
+Non stop, tic tac
+Time fly, hella fun
+No lie, oh ay
+No I, can give her what she need
+Slo-mo, high speed, xtc, triple D
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+You can hear us from the next room
+When we go at it
+I studied her addiction
+She got a habit
+She gotta have it
+I'm always on my job
+I work it nice and hard
+I mean I work it how she want it
+She my homie, lover and friend
+Yeah she might just bring her other friend
+Feel the rush, adrealine
+That make a nigga's head spin
+I say just keep it simple baby
+We ain't gotta complicate it
+If you want it and I want it
+Maybe we should have it
+Baby we got one live to live
+It's precious the time we share
+Now call me when you're in need
+Baby girl i'll be there
+For showing me, you can confide
+I'm a rider. 24/7 yeah ready to rideEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Ain’t Gonna Lie[Intro - 50 Cent (Robbie Nova)]
+It's 50 nigga
+I'm just gonna remind you
+(I just wanna,) you shoe shining ass niggas
+And your boy for me you niggas be in a train station
+Now you niggas rap
+Want a hand nigga mixtape
+I'm why you hang nigga a mixtape
+You punk your ass nigga
+Don't give me your mother f*cking tape nigga
+
+[Hook - Robbie Nova]
+I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you baby
+Go to a movie girl
+But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl
+Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you baby
+Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you girl
+
+[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
+So many things I wanna show you girl
+Succeed then I guess I owe you girl
+Louie Vuitton movin on
+For the sun comes up and the top comes down
+Tryin to find out what the white royce with the voice about
+What do I ..extra claiming
+James brown doing like a sex machine
+Got a hot real fetisch love this mean shit
+Sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, Charlie Sheen bitch
+See me zooted and booted on my Obama Shit
+Money ain’t new telling how much I’ma get
+I spit bars had a wood in the frenzy
+Fuck around take a chain like Lindsey
+Pop about taking pictures of my fendy
+Catch me in Prada or maybe Escada
+Just another beautiful day in LA
+And I’m in New York a professional shit talk
+And uh I see nigga is stressing
+And I’m straight so I’m guessing
+I’ma above to possesion
+[Hook - Robbie Nova]
+I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you baby
+Go to a movie girl
+But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl
+Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you baby
+Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you girl
+
+[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
+You just take a little bit of my conversation when I talk
+To make it clear for shawty I’m that nigga in New York
+Shawty now lay down, put your head back
+I put your legs back stroke and move your bed back
+When we get to those back shots, shawty throw it back
+When you back it up at me I like that
+Let me guess I’ll turn you on, I’ll turn you on I bet
+We just getting started in everything soaking wet
+This pussy good she ain't worry about the rent this month
+This pussy must have went and bought this bitch the bens up on front
+For me is nothing I’m just f*cking for the fuck of it
+But shawty acting like we just did another shit
+It Can’t be it, it could be, okay maybe she’s good girl
+Attracted to me and things from my world
+Temptations are great when ..that will weight karrots ten times eight
+[Hook - Robbie Nova]
+I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you baby
+Go to a movie girl
+But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl
+Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you baby
+Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie
+I just wanna fuck you girl
+
+[Outro]
+*to be completed*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tia Told Me (Rick Ross, DJ Khaled & Fat Joe Diss)[Hook]
+You won't believe what Tia told me (You ain't gonna believe this shit nigga!!!!)
+Your fuckin career is over homey (You're done it's a wrap nigga!!!!)
+Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+
+[Verse One]
+I'm back baby I'm back back on my bullshit
+I'm back movin around strapped with a full clip
+These rap niggas they back talkin that back talk
+I stab a hole in your fat back with the black hawk
+Who got your back now Ricky huh?! Who got your back?
+I got the black on black Louis sack, filled up with the straps
+Navy blue CTS leanin in the 'lac
+Way back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy back
+Back in the days it was ok to fuck with me
+Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me
+Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me
+You ain't got a street bone in your whole body
+You're not, who you think you are
+With your gun and your badge you think you're hard
+Actin like you're movin blow in the streets
+Nigga where I'm from we gotta hustle to eat, and you the police
+
+[Hook]
+You won't believe what Tia told me, your fuckin career is over homey
+Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+[Verse Two]
+SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We don't wanna hear your mafia tough talk
+That fake fuck boy shit don't fly in New York
+You wanna listen to Joe? You wanna listen to Khaled?
+Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up while I'm at it
+First, It's We The Best, then it's We Depressed
+After this shit flop there like damn We Stressed
+We a mess he's not the nigga to test
+It's ninety degrees out here and we gotta wear a vest
+Call me crazy go 'head call me crazy
+Me and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybe
+Imagine how she felt when she seen how I lived
+When I use the intercom to find niggas in my crib
+Hey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus far
+My money comin in the mornin so I'm up with Russ Par
+Early in the mornin turn your radio on
+50 bout to come on, you missin the joint
+
+[Hook]
+You won't believe what Tia told me (Man you ain't 'gon believe this shit!!)
+Your fuckin career is over homey (You're done Ricky!!!)
+Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+
+[Outro]
+I just feel like I'm showin off now!!!! I mean I'm rich nman!!!!
+I have disposable cash, I be hangin out with Russell! We do yoga!!!
+To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!!
+I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!!
+L.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!!
+I mean I have to help him out with somethin over there
+Because I'm disposin of him, but a, I mean, it will be fine, we'll work it out
+You know, it's just politics, ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!
+[Hook]
+You won't believe what Tia told me (You won't believe it!!!!)
+Your fuckin career is over homey (Tia's diary!!!)
+Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+(It's Deeper Than Rap March 24th!!!!!!!!!)
+Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+(SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hold Me Down[Chorus]
+I promise to keep you close to me
+You give me a sense of security
+Through drama you will be all I need
+Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down
+I need you to hold me down, hold me down
+I need you to hold me down
+
+[Verse 1]
+Through every altercation
+I put no one above you, mm-mm I love you
+They shook up when we jux 'em, you see how they be looking
+It's frightening like lightning, you crack off, they start booking
+It's beef until I get out in broad day with my shit out
+That's when they say I'm illing and when she get to killing
+Now my baby she precious, I warn you not to test us
+I aim her at your head, nigga, motherfuck the vests
+I'm antisocial, quit acting like you know me
+Before I go postal, you know I got her on me
+I'm riding with her on cocked, Audi R8 drop
+Feel the wind blow, twist the indo, smoke it up, it's fundamental
+You can't get to her, poke 'em up when we get intimate
+That's when I get into shit
+She 32 I'm 34, I fuck her raw
+She revolve 6 times then I feed her more
+[Chorus]
+I promise to keep you close to me
+You give me a sense of security
+Through drama you will be all I need
+Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down
+I need you to hold me down, hold me down
+I need you to hold me down
+
+[Verse 2]
+When niggas get to tripping
+I need you by my side, yeah, so they can't catch me slipping
+I take you out shopping, get you clean, get it popping
+Use my finger, get ya hot, girl, I know your spot, yeah
+I love you if you love me back, you'll never jam when I react
+To sucker shit when they get hit and we take off if you get tossed
+I'll be back, I want you, so I'll be back
+I'll never change, I be the same, a nigga stunt, I let it rain
+I'm off the chain, I'm all in, mane
+I'll hit you up, you think I'm playing, I be strapped
+Go 'head fuck around, I be strapped
+24/7 I'm back holding, mistake me for a chump
+Bite off more than you can chew, more beef than you want
+Come through repeatedly, show you what bananas about
+I'm a mechanic, find out when the hammers come out
+
+[Chorus]
+I promise to keep you close to me
+You give me a sense of security
+Through drama, you will be all I need
+Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down
+I need you to hold me down, hold me down
+I need you to hold me downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stretch[Chorus]
+I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do
+Stretch
+I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through
+Product stretch
+I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man
+Stretch
+Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, your favorite bad guy's gone, The Joker's dead
+So for now 'til forever, you're stuck with the kid
+I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer
+I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in an office
+Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat
+We was comfortable with me 'round 'cause I blast my heat
+'94, I was trying to catch Mason for bricks raw
+Charlie fucked up the jux, they took no orders little boy, stretch
+The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come
+When the straps come out, son, niggas know the outcome
+Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus
+You hit with a stray, yo, for no fucking reason
+You praying for a Benz, it's a blessing you breathing
+It's a miracle that God gave me this TEC, now I'm eating
+Cop it, chop it, profit, it's all for sale
+Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real, yeah
+[Chorus]
+I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do
+Stretch
+I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through
+Product stretch
+I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man
+Stretch
+Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, I'm the dope-man, coke-man, smoke-man, whatever-man
+The X-man, TEC-man, you better respect, man
+Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
+Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more lean
+Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasn't me
+Tell the cops it wasn't me, you saw me, right? It wasn't me
+It's not my M.O., see, me, I make it stretch
+Get in the way, I put a body on my TEC
+Call me crazy, I die for what I stand for
+I'll have ammo flying out the Lambo
+Like Commando, nah, like Rambo
+I keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go
+Woopty-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae
+It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch
+We gon' bag up all night
+We ain't goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right, yeah
+[Chorus]
+I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do
+Stretch
+I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through
+Product stretch
+I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man
+Stretch
+Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yeah, it's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine
+Trying to blow selling blow, I'm who you fuck with, man
+I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly
+Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try
+I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten
+Look around kid, it's a cold world we're in
+If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome
+A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson
+Yeah, me falling off is really far fetched
+I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch
+In come the Franklin's then come the Benji's
+Fiends by the crackhouse, dirty and dingy, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do
+Stretch
+I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through
+Product stretch
+I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man
+Stretch
+Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+That’s What’s Up(Chorus- Banks)
+G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeayou no my gun -bozarcool come back naggae,respect a gun  city fly my yellow dream sleep for cheak to me
+
+(50 Cent-between Banks)
+G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x)
+
+(50 Cent)
+I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up
+
+(Lloyd Banks)
+Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
+See every now and then I smile just not today
+In my hood they let the choppers spray
+Somebody probably got shot today
+I named em pop when niggas surfboard
+You ain't stoppin me dawg
+Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
+You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
+You will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin ya sword
+I got tattoos as well as lead marks
+To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
+My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
+Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
+Beef, you a target
+Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin won't be the only one the carpet
+Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
+I ain't a peoples person
+I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
+Even though I got the shit in the stores
+I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes
+Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws
+Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
+Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
+I'm blowin on damn haze
+All of a sudden I'm gassed, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave
+If you ain't up on thangs
+Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
+Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
+I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw
+Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
+I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
+Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the nina's is wit me
+Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
+You only spend time at the mall
+On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)
+(Chorus- Banks)
+G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)
+
+(50 Cent-between Banks)
+G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x)
+That's what's up
+
+(50 Cent)
+Keep thinkin I'm candy
+Ain't nuttin sweet about me
+Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
+Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
+Cause my diesel will make fiends do the up-town shake
+I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
+They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
+You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
+Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
+I got a ruger on my hip
+You ain't gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
+You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
+12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
+Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
+Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home
+Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)
+
+(Chorus- Banks)
+G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)
+(50 Cent-between Banks)
+G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x)
+
+(Tony Yayo)
+Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
+When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
+And even though the kid rappin
+I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
+My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
+Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
+Don't get moved on
+Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
+Then breeze through ya projects
+When the coke come back
+It's the China White
+And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice
+Let's ride O T
+And burn the tape
+I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
+Since Yayo be a fearless man
+I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
+And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous
+They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
+I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
+I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
+You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
+I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
+Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas
+Prepare for class
+Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
+Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps
+(Banks)
+Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
+G-Unit nigga
+We about to gorrilla this industry man
+Yall niggas better know
+Yall niggas better fear us nigga
+Word to my mother nigga
+Fuck yall niggas wanna do
+1 2 4 nigga G-Unit
+50 Cent
+Tony Yayo
+Lloyd Banks nigga
+BllllattttEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Hit[Intro]
+I change places to prevent catching the cases
+Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
+This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
+Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this
+
+[Verse 1]
+The only thing hotter than my flow is the block
+That's why I left this snow biz and got into show biz
+Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, it's on
+I'm eating, ya'll niggas fasting like it's Ramadan
+Bowlish way in Lebanon know 50 the bomb
+I be at the edge of the bar sipping a Don
+I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
+This word is bond, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong
+You want war? I take you to war now that my money long
+Why you broke cats is by the bylines and fantasize
+The way I'm spitting, put TV's in everything I sit in
+While I'm hot to death I'm gonna say this to all you player haters
+Ya'll should hate the game not the players, come on
+
+[Chorus]
+I change places to prevent catching the cases
+Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
+This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
+(Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
+I change places to prevent catching the cases
+Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
+This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
+(Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
+[Verse 2]
+Everyday is bugged, niggas will come to a club
+To try to show you they a thug instead of showing some love
+Now what you think you chump me if I let you bump me
+When I'm about to make a mill faster than you make a G?
+I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
+And in the crack game I'm a franchise player
+Niggas be thinking I be out to lunch with mines
+Then in crunchtime I start hitting 'em hard with punchlines
+You cats got to be sick to think 50 can't spit
+Better check my batting average, I always make hits
+My flow leave these rap cats petro, all across the metro
+Plus I pack a cannon up under my Marc Buchanan
+They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
+Have me running from Jake in a GS with bad brakes
+They want to knock the take for Christ sakes
+
+[Chorus]
+I change places to prevent catching the cases
+Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
+This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
+(Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
+I change places to prevent catching the cases
+Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
+This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
+(Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, son remember them fake players who try to play us
+At *The Shark Club* in Vegas
+Had them tight linen blazers and beat up gators
+Looking like last year's players
+Yeah, I could tell they dough was low when we came through the do'
+I copped a case of Cristal, he copped one bottle of Mo
+From the look in the dude's face and the bulge in his waist he holding
+(Yeah he's packing, I can see his rack
+The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him, son)
+Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run since '81
+They ain't here on a hunt for food
+So they could catch you some cash and expensive jewels
+I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
+I ain't the one, son, my shit ain't come easy
+It won't go easy, believe me
+
+[Chorus]
+I change places to prevent catching the cases
+Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
+This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
+(Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
+I change places to prevent catching the cases
+Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
+This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
+(Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
+I change places to prevent catching the cases
+Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
+This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
+(Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
+[Outro]
+Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this
+Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace thisEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Know[Intro]
+Cee-lo, we know
+I'm sitting on leather, I'm a winner
+If I crap out the strap out
+Cause I snap right back to the beginning, nigga
+
+[Hook]
+You know I will let it pop
+Front if you want bitch I will make it hot
+You know, you think you ill, but you not
+You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot
+
+[Verse 1]
+I peep what niggas hate through my peripherals
+Boy, if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you
+Wanna party? We can paint the town red
+Them bottles ain't shit to me, a nigga got bread
+I'm big money, big business, I love it
+Put the bad bitches with big asses and the budget
+I'm the boss, so you know shit is going how it gotta go
+I don't want talk tonight, I might just buy the hoes
+My pleasure principle spend no expense
+First I'm happy then she happy that she can pay the rent
+It's nothing to a nigga when he up
+But when they down I bet you he won't give a bitch a buck
+Flip and catch an attitude like ''Bitch, what the fuck?"
+You want from a nigga, huh? You fucking up a nigga, huh?'
+Look, girl, you know you're sitting on a gold mine
+Fuck with them other niggas think you so fine
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done
+Don't care about the set you claim, motherfuck the gang you bang
+I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums
+That party get the popping then we beefing and we shooting
+Let's party like it's 1999
+Flat top Gazelle, the swag going back in time
+I got it locked, they can't ignore it
+Man, nigga, know some bullshit I'm all for it
+Heroin Don seven sixty leaning
+Chrome clean, spend a nigga scheming trying to hit a lick
+Them victim niggas thinking ''Damn, why me?''
+I'm thinking why these niggas never try me
+Maybe they feel the vibe, they know a nigga live
+I let it off, inside and outside
+The club rocking, it's on tonight
+Them bottles popping, we getting right
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Run Up on MeThis is the Unit bitch
+
+[50 Cent]
+Nigga this is ground hog day
+Back to my indulgence
+I’m ill, no Doc, no diagnosis
+No cure, I smell fear
+
+[50 Cent - Verse 1]
+Nigga my eyes don’t cry, my heart so cold
+Lets play, lets make a deal nigga, sell me your soul
+Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums
+Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my wons
+Death dealer, Heron, meth dealer
+Top biller, point blank, I’m that nigga
+Barrell smokin’, fiend smokin’, rims cokin’
+Out on that 550 Benz, bitch is open
+Inhale, exhale, feel a different high
+Andrew McQueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly
+Presidential time, nigga watch the flawless shine
+No need for pens and paper, this is whats on my mind
+
+[Hook]
+I don’t think you should play boy
+I don’t think you should fuck with me
+I’m shooting right away boy
+Find out when you run up on me
+I’m riding with that K boy
+I put that on my dead homies
+I spray it right away boy
+Find out when you run up on me
+[50 Cent - Verse 2]
+When niggas shot me, I must have bled out my conscience
+Go ‘head play boy, I bang that thing at you like ronson
+I feel for you niggas I’m back now
+I told you pussy niggas ’03 I don’t back down
+Me still a rookie, nah, I’m more like veteran
+I bet ya iPod is full of niggas I’m better than
+Magician I make grams turn to cash, kush turn into hash
+Head turn into ass, I'm a bum nigga to class
+Thats me in a nutshell, run tell I did it
+Interrogation hours go on, I won't admit it
+Got cash coming out of my ass, I’m so compelling
+These niggas act hard till you hit ‘em, they start tellin’
+
+[Hook]
+I don’t think you should play boy
+I don’t think you should fuck with me
+I’m shooting right away boy
+Find out when you run up on me
+I’m riding with that K boy
+I put that on my dead homies
+I spray it right away boy
+Find out when you run up on me
+
+[Outro]
+Now what they gonna say this time? Ha?
+That nigga fif 5 out of 5 this year
+He on it
+I'm your favorite one day
+And then you just turn your back on me
+Ha?
+Don't trynna get back down with niggas and won't see shit shift
+Cause I'm on it
+These niggas got sucka traits, man
+I'm watchin' em
+It's unbelievable, un fucking believable, man
+So you mean to tell me
+I'm the motherfucking culture guy, eight years straight
+And then niggas gon' act like
+The gift god given me is gone
+Fuck you, niggas
+Fuck that
+Turn that shit offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who U Rep With[Verse 1 - Nas]
+Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
+Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
+Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
+Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
+Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click
+Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
+How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts
+Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
+They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
+Various calls were made up for awarin' us
+The D's in the marked vans and cabs
+In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
+Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thotties
+Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
+Thug babies, famous in they strollers
+Before they walk they knew the hood talk
+It's in the air of New York
+So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
+Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
+Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
+Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out
+
+[Hook]
+Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
+Don't want no beef no mo
+Now that they know who I rep with
+QB NIGGA!!!
+Who I rep with
+QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)
+[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
+Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
+Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got jabbed in da eye
+Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'mma get ya
+On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
+You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
+After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
+Peep how I use words to paint pictures
+Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
+Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
+Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
+Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
+Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
+Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her
+This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
+Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel
+It's that real
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3 - Bravehearts]
+[Millennium Thug]
+Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
+I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
+You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
+Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
+Smack your man down, you ran off
+I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you
+I put four, QB rugged and raw
+I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats
+Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
+Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
+Forever, whatever whatever get gully
+Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
+Break ya'll clowns off
+Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
+Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me
+[Horse]
+I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
+QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
+I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
+Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats
+
+[Jungle]
+How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
+When trucks backfire, I bust back
+How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
+Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
+When we come around da front, stop
+
+[Wiz]
+Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
+When guns pop, who's tellin'
+Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
+Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
+Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
+Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
+Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
+Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
+Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Da Repercussions[Chorus]
+You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
+The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it
+If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
+No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat
+You'll know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees
+Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
+Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
+Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
+I take the stand under oath and lie
+Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
+Or watch time go by
+Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
+In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
+
+[Chorus]
+You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+[Verse 2]
+You gettin' money nigga? (yeah!), you thugged out? (yeah!)
+Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year (yeah!)
+You bust your gun nigga? (yeah!), you on the run nigga? (yeah!)
+You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga? (yeah!)
+Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee
+And after being on the street, less than a week (uh huh)
+Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
+Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
+Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the milly
+A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly
+I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
+My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
+It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
+If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
+She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
+It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
+
+[Chorus]
+You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+[Verse 3]
+Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
+Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')
+I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU STUNTIN')
+You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
+Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip
+When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
+Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips
+So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
+You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind
+Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99
+You're not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
+Shall up I proceed, I'll write it down so you can read
+If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said
+If not you dumb fuck, I just went over your head
+
+[Chorus]
+You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Soldier[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking]
+
+[Hook]
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
+
+[50 Cent]
+It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
+But the eagles I got hold sixteen shots
+Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
+I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
+Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
+Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
+When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
+Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
+If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
+Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
+Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
+Five point O, burnin' the clutch, while I'm burnin' the dutch
+You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
+This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
+You done told them you respect me, now tell them I'm the nicest
+Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis
+[Hook]
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
+Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
+Pennies make dollars, and dollars make death threats
+I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
+Duck nigga, everyday's war
+I'm heavy on sports, so my drawer's like the NBA store
+Don't make me send the piece at you
+I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
+Look creampuff, you can get killed here
+Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
+I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
+So I'mma fuck all fifty fans
+Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
+All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down
+We're in the pound puttin' fear in the clown
+I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya
+
+[Hook]
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
+(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
+[Tony Yayo]
+I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
+Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
+Four five six feet, I off ya feet
+I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
+Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em
+Give it up, Burger King is hirin'
+You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
+Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
+I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
+Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
+For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
+That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
+I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line
+So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
+I jump out with a nina and a mack
+I have you like Khia, my neck, my backEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+All of Me[Produced by Jake One]
+
+[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
+Now if I give you all of me, what'chu gonna give me back?
+Your body is calling me, got me feeling like a fiend on crack
+Boy you gonna make me fall in love, now why you wanna go and do that?
+Now if I give you all of me, tell me what'chu gon' give me back?
+
+[Verse 1]
+Let's start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
+The money I acquire, mama, make it all simple
+Flashback '03, paparazzi flashing flicks
+I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a sick stash
+Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
+Mwah - it just happened so quickly
+Feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
+It's gangsta my music, even when it's the smooth shit
+You can hate me cause I hurt you, but I ain't mean to do it
+Em predicted it all, I don't know how he knew it
+He said women from Hollywood, they liar-liar-liars
+You fuck 'em they, get you heated, deny you like Mariah
+Fast forward to '06, I'm still on fire
+The world is still turning, my records are still earning
+Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
+Straight up and down, baby, I'm a special kind of nigga
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Life is short, baby, be a part of my dreams
+I own Ferrari horses, my Lamborghini leans
+So mean, I have niggas hating on me
+God gave me a gift, I'm supposed to be rich
+I'm supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick
+When my homies put in work, they supposed to get hit
+With a piece of chain thick and go and buy 'em some bricks
+I ain't make that up, this is how it's 'sposed to be kid
+You should feel like a lifer that get back that time
+When I smile your smile should be as big as mines
+Girl to know me is to love me, I'm one of a kind
+Even when you hate me you love me, forever you're mine
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Mary J. Blige]
+What you gonna give me back?
+You're gonna make me fall in love
+What you gon' give me, what you gon' give me, what you gon' give meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Smile (I’m Leavin)[Intro]
+(Classic) That's right it's a motherfuckin classic!
+Yeah... yeah... it's 50 nigga!... Yeah... yeah... yeah. Yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last
+Got what I came to get, the stacks and the stash
+I told Jimmy Iovine ass to shut the fuck up
+Got Dre callin' Shady sayin Em what's up?
+We done came this far, we can't stop now
+Em, 50 off the hook, he got to calm down
+I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul
+Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me sick
+You know Em made that company over a billion dollars
+And when he ain't around they sayin foul shit about him
+Yeah we fucked up, we both don't know our pops
+We both don't like the cops, we don't know when to stop
+You know Kim is Shaniqua and Hailey is Marquise
+D-12's G-Unit and we always in beef
+Ja and Fred Durst, both of them jerks
+Got put out the game, ha, ha, ya lames!
+Paul's Chris Lighty, Tracy's Nicki Martin
+Boxes of ox, sarge is a Glock
+My nine is twenty four seven on watch
+
+[Hook]
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+[Verse 2]
+You know Oprah got In Da Club on her iPod
+She don't want me on her show though I guess I'm too hard
+She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his crash
+But she don't wanna talk about the bullets in my ass
+Spike Lee don't like it that my money come fast
+I hate it when a nigga get to countin my cash
+Now I can give the kids a positive message like Farrakhan
+Or I can give 'em pistols and targets to squeeze 'em on
+I'm tryin to make a decision damn, leave me alone
+I'm like Martin Luther King people listen to me a lot
+It's non violent, non violent till I'm hit with a rock
+Then it's Coretta fuck this, go and get me my Glock
+Wanna call me crazy? Okay it's cool
+I'll have your kids tryin to be, crazy cool in school
+Truth is they like me, more than they like you
+They watch me and emulate, everything I do
+
+[Hook]
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 3]
+I have days when I feel like everybody's against me
+Sharpton ain't comin when the feds snatch 50
+Just my luck Johnnie Cochran passed
+Right before the crackers come snatch my ass
+I'm the Don King of crack, the Pretty Floyd of rap
+Put Southside on the map, I did that
+Bill O'Reilly can't stand me but his woman think I'm cute
+I bet she wanna see me in my birthday suit
+Met Al Gore and his wife in them first class seats
+She said she didn't like rap until she met me
+You gotta understand I'm a charmin young man
+A whole lot has changed since I went hand to hand
+[Hook]
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
+Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Outro]
+Should be happy, ya know?, I just want you to be happy
+Smile for me! If I gotta go away to make you feel better
+I'll go away! Ya know? I got what I came to get
+My money right, ya nah mean I'm good don't worry 'bout me I'm good
+Ya know? This is about you now, is it 'gon make you happy to see me gone?
+Are you gonna miss me when I'm gone?
+Are you just gonna forget about me? I meant nothin to you?
+Is that what you sayin to me?
+Cause ya breakin my heart...
+Hahaha, I mean you're really breakin my heartEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+That Ain’t Gangsta[Produced by Trackmasters]
+
+[Verse 1]
+How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch?
+You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
+I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
+Man, I stack chips and I unload clips
+After 3 summers in the jail I thought life was hard
+Some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
+You know me, started sellin' leak in the yard
+Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
+Big as hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
+Damm dog, you been in here that long?
+You could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
+A convo is only three words, "yo what up"
+You ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
+Let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit
+And you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit
+Some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
+After witnesses disappear on the strength of they team
+I'm hard as hell to get along wit' so it never fails
+A nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
+He had a L rolled in bible paper - blowin' the lah
+I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
+And when I shot you in New York why would I box you now?
+If I catch you going to sick call I'm'a ox you down
+Niggas you think is real really can't hold they own
+I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
+In here a gemstar is like a nine milli chrome
+It's similar, in fact they'll both split ya dome
+Scars are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home
+[Hook]
+You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
+Your man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta)
+Rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
+You only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
+Niggas juxed you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
+You ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
+Niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
+If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)
+
+[Verse 2]
+You'd call me Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
+I stay in a box so much it seems like I'm visitin' pop-ulation
+When I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don't play son"
+"yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..."
+Max out, I'm goin' straight for the Glock
+Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block
+The things that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat
+Down goes the window....out goes the heat
+I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' track meet
+Some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
+Some get it in the foot, bleed all over their Air Max
+Nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
+It's extortion, it happens in the hood often
+Claim more lives than choices, free abortions
+Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
+Cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
+I rock shit cause I stay on that block shit
+That 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
+See the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
+I still stash crack money in my sock, shit
+Ya'll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
+Leave with your blood on my mink in the drop six
+Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this
+Since '86 my whole clique pop Criss
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+5-5-1 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT
+1-3-4 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT
+What the fuck you know about that?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Riot (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I don’t even know what to say, ain’t got to say much
+You hear my voice, you know it’s 50
+
+[2 Chainz]
+Damn right they got it, damn right they got it {*4X*}
+
+I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
+Lame niggas be quiet, you in the presence of a real nigga
+I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
+Lame niggas be quiet, you in the real nigga’s presence
+I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras
+Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga’s her preference
+Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin’
+And if you don’t know I go by Tity two necklace
+
+[50 Cent]
+Nigga that cocaine that I’m flippin' (yeah), wood-wood grain when I’m dippin' (grrrr)
+Codeine when I’m sippin’, bitch, you fucking right I be trippin’ (WOOOO)
+I put your bitch face in my lap, .223s all in my strap
+Count-count my paper, all of them stacks, fuck something up and get it right back
+Nigga try me
+
+[Hook: 2 Chainz]
+I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot {*4X*}
+[2 Chainz]
+I ain't stunnin’ these niggas, I ain't stunnin’ these bitches
+2 cigarrellas, look-look like extensions (damn)
+Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide, my pack loud
+My gat loud, I back out and click clack pow pow
+Court dates, still trial, my rep is a reptile
+Now later, alligators, I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
+Pimps up, hoes down, make your girl pull her clothes down
+Her hair down and I’m down, her phone off so don’t dial
+
+[50 Cent]
+That-that pyrex in my kitchen, rich niggas still bitchin'
+Them GDs and them vicelords or that gangsta shit I be kickin'
+Who Blood now? Who Crippin?, who pussy? Tell me who snitchin'?
+I got a firearm to fire on for whoever done let that bitch in (bitch in)
+These niggas don’t live by the codes then cut in and fucked up the game
+Throw your sets up if you don’t give a fuck, it’s 50 and 2 Chainz
+Got the hood back poppin’, I dance to this, I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
+Get the bottles poppin’ while the hoes watchin’ and damn I love this gangsta shit
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+(Yeah... that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
+We gone get back to the real shit
+Quit fucking aroundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In da Hood[Chorus: Brooklyn]
+I still be ridin' through the hood
+Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
+From Southside Queens to Inglewood
+We representin' like we should
+
+[Verse1: 50 Cent]
+I'm hot, boy, I told you befo'
+Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor
+I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up
+'Hood empty, niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up
+Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy
+Niggas'll set ya up and wet you up, trust me, they shady
+Got a pet bulldog I keep under my linen
+It don't bark, it spark when that revolver spinnin'
+We winnin'
+
+[Chorus: Brooklyn]
+I still be ridin' through the hood
+Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
+From Southside Queens to Inglewood
+We representin' like we should
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims
+Goddamn, look at them twenty-fours inch diamonds spin
+Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood
+A few times niggas tried to blast me in the 'hood
+Fuck it, it's all good
+Catch me in the coupe, on the lean
+With needles and samples and diesel for the fiends
+The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind
+Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay with the nine
+I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth
+Talkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house
+Nah, homie, better get to know me better
+Before you be leaking pints of blood into your Iceberg sweater
+When the talons come flyin' up out the Beretta
+You gon' feel like it's your fault and say, "man, I knew better"
+Look, dawg, I don't play that shit
+I pull that thing out I'mma spray that shit
+That's how I get down
+[Verse 3: Brooklyn]
+Brooklyn, she's so sick in the hood
+Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood
+Cause I throw diamonds, shoot the fifth in the hood
+That's what you get for talking all that shit in the hood
+Yeah, I'm still a minor, remember this
+Everything Brooklyn'll drop you broads'll fall behind her
+Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
+Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood
+
+[Chorus: Brooklyn]
+I still be ridin' through the hood
+Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
+From Southside Queens to Inglewood
+We representin' like we should
+I still be ridin' through the hood
+Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
+From Southside Queens to Inglewood
+We representin' like we shouldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Put A Hole in Yo Back[Produced by Jake One]
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me
+I'm like why they looking like that?
+Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
+I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
+Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
+That got you looking like that
+But I'll shoot, you know I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
+I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, nigga what? You're now rocking with the livest
+Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest
+A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining
+Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us
+It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy
+I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas got to move
+Only the strong survive, the weak getting bent up
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me
+I'm like why they looking like that?
+Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
+I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
+Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
+That got you looking like that
+But I'll shoot, you know I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
+I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, nigga what? You're now rocking with the livest
+Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest
+A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining
+Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us
+It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy
+I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas got to move
+Only the strong survive, the weak getting bent up
+After they blow trial and that ass get sent up
+Niggas in the pens gon hear this and lose they mind
+Come home possessed by the music, and use that nine
+I was in Sean C crib when I wrote my first verse
+Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere and let my gat burst
+I ain't had no money then, I was in and out of cash
+Wearing blue Nike Cortez from V.I.M's damn
+Went to Eddie's for gold teeth, Benny's for the shines
+Had on eight ball jackets to cover up the nines
+Barrel link chains, [?] rings
+Damn fools I rob em for like all kind of bling
+This is not a fiction homeboy it's fact
+Certain kings paint problem child on my back
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me
+I'm like why they looking like that?
+Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
+I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
+Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
+That got you looking like that
+But I'll shoot, you know I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
+I'll put a big ass hole in yo backEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Mechanic[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Niggas trying to front? We move on them
+One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them
+Next day we outside like who want it?
+Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them
+Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them
+Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them
+Next day we in the hoopties looking for them
+Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
+I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
+I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
+(Called the mechanic, Niggas on that snitch shit
+Talking that slick shit)
+I know how to fix this
+I'm the Mechanic
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft
+I provide these services, we breaking them off
+I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost
+I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss
+It's like every now and then I'm back to being a Mechanic
+I split a nigga head, I'm a grease monkey with it
+My Momma told me "Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us"
+The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn't get us
+Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it
+But where I'm from if you want shit, you got to take it
+I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles
+My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets)
+I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas
+But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me
+I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi
+You asking about Nedgme, they know me
+[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
+I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
+I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
+(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
+Talking that slick shit)
+I know how to fix this
+I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
+I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
+(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
+Talking that slick shit)
+I know how to fix this
+I'm the Mechanic
+
+[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
+We don't play that pussy shit, we move on them
+We put that work in, nigga, we move on them
+Shorty, I know you ain't scared. We move on them
+Here, the hammer right here. Now move on them
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up
+I lost my path in the dark, I'm lighting niggas up
+I'm the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball
+Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those?
+I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt
+A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall
+I say "Get'em!" they get to killing like I'm running the court
+Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat
+This is not amateur night and this ain't the Apollo
+Ain't nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow
+Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming
+So if you want for me that homicide, I'm gunning
+[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
+I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
+I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
+(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
+Talking that slick shit)
+I know how to fix this
+I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
+I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
+(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
+Talking that slick shit)
+I know how to fix this
+I'm the Mechanic
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Money buys guns, paranoia comes
+When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run
+Friends turned foes, Daddy girl's turn hoes
+In the penitentiary hearts turn cold
+Some turn snitch for State's evidence
+While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich
+When the drama comes they way they don't fucking panic
+They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
+I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
+I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
+(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
+Talking that slick shit)
+I know how to fix this
+I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
+I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
+(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
+Talking that slick shit)
+I know how to fix this
+I'm the MechanicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gun Runners[50 Cent]
+Aww man...who the fuck is callin'?
+I don't even wanna answer this shit...Hello?
+
+[Black Child]
+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
+
+[50 Cent]
+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 TEC
+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 Mossberg kid
+Two shots and you can wet like half a block
+This shit here gets my dick hard
+It's a Calico, 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
+[Black Child]
+Man, stop actin' like that nigga, just show me what you got
+
+[50 Cent]
+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
+
+[Black Child]
+It's hard to choose man, I think I'll take 'em all
+
+[50 Cent]
+Oh, you gon' do me like that?
+I got one more piece to show you, my Derringer
+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 TEC's
+Said "Don't go by the gamblin' spot, that shit gon' get wet"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Took My Heart"So tonight, I wanna talk to you about the relationship
+Between money and peace.."
+A lot of people say it's not about money, it's about peace!
+It's about money...
+
+You took my heart from me
+I'll never be the same
+Now killing won't be hard for me
+Cause I can't feel a thing
+
+Sunday morning, preacher in the pulpit
+Kissed my nanna, I can't listen to this bullshit
+It's all good til they ask me for an offering
+All we got is pain, so that's all I can offer him
+My mama cold, she put me in this cold world
+Left me, what I got to protect me?
+Oh, I got a 9, yeah I got a 9!
+And all this ambition, bitch I'm on the grind
+Sky's the limit, 2 for 5's the gimmick
+You line something up, I tie something up
+They run up out that crib with that money, nigga what
+School of hard knocks, I'm ahead of my class
+With no hesitation put a hole in your ass
+See, no it's never my fault when I fuck up
+I knock your ass out, to wake you the fuck up
+Brass knuckles and my knife: now tell me wassup
+[Hook]
+
+I made it to a half a mansion, shit I thought I made it
+Hood bitches on a nigga, yeah all on a nigga
+The D's his the door with the batter ram
+I'm standing by the toilet that's broke, tryna flush this shit
+Bizzy was my nigga started fucking with that cracker shit
+Beat me out my money, nigga ran off with my mac kid
+I was down, he kicked me when I'm down
+When I think about this kid, it fucks my head up right now
+You know the same niggas that got me shot, killed your brother
+And you ain't never did shit about that, motherfucker
+When niggas was beefing with you, I shot that park up
+Now I'm thinking about the occasions, my gun blazing
+You got me feeling like a sucker B
+
+You took my heart from me
+(Son, I don't give a fuck son we can back right now)
+I'll never be the same
+(Niggas gonna try and front on me and be right there?)
+Now killing won't be hard for me
+(Nah, nah, I'm putting them niggas on house arrest)
+Cause I can't feel a thing
+
+I'mma go and I'mma go back, fuck that
+I'mma stay on them niggas 'til they can feel me breathing on them
+You, you look at these fake ass niggas
+They think cause they saying some fake shit in music, that the shit I be saying ain't real
+All you gotta do is ask niggas, they tell you about me
+They dont say Fifty though they say Boo Boo
+Uh uh
+Find out
+Find out if I let it go
+Man turn this shit offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m On It[Hook]
+I’m on it
+I blow a hundred million, make another hundred mil, bitch
+I’m on it
+I hustle hard, oh my God, look at me I’m so rich
+I’m on it
+My swag on a hundred, yeah that fly shit I want it quick
+I’m on it
+I’m always on point, man I make niggas so sick
+[Verse 1]
+I’m chin chillin, crystal spillin’
+Hip hop’s villain cause I’m making a killin’
+Niggas wanna try me, I’m strapped with the lammy
+If Jay’s Illuminati, what am I, am I Bugatti?
+Lodi Dodi, we like to party
+Big 4 in the morning, go outside and catch a body
+I ball full time nigga this is not a hobby
+If you don’t know about me, better ask somebody
+Yeah, I’m grimey, my wrist so shiny
+My Audemars, I blew a mil, I’m back to making money
+My swag make her want me, why else would she be on me
+I bet she hardly want me? I think she want to blow
+Lick me like a lolly, lick me like a lolly
+Her ass ain't all that but her tits like Dolly’s
+Give me that punani, give me that punani
+Now this is motivation make me want more money
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got it, black card in my wallet
+Find me on locations with model bitches are spotted
+Fly shit I rock it, Tom Ford, exotic
+Bitches on my dick now that I moved up out the projects
+One for the money, two for the show
+I’m ghetto like a mothafucka, what you didn’t know?
+Took threes for my niggas gettin’ 8 hundred an O
+Kush burn slow, I burn dough
+And sip Merlot like I’m on furlow
+Fresh up out the pen, I’m back at it again
+Thumpin’ like the system in my new big body Benz
+Look I’ma Fat Joe, my neck glow
+The lights hit the ice, its a special effects show
+Tinkle twinkle little star, no one here knows who you are
+Me I’m so big, notorious you dig
+The paper’s no problem when you're fucking with the kidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (The Massacre)[Intro]
+*CD opening*
+To all my fans
+Love 50 Cent
+Happy Valentine’s Day, hmmm…
+*Reading CD back*
+*Gun shots and screams*
+*Bullet shell is dropping*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Don’t Play That Pussy Shit[Verse 1]
+It ain't good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right?
+It ain't good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right?
+Everybody know that
+Doing good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
+Treys, trey pounds, and four-fours solve em (you ain't lying!)
+I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
+Your man gangster? Me too -- go on, get him, bitch!
+I just bought a new toast to spit
+Next nigga getting gully getting laid out quick
+Wherever ribs is touching, niggas is getting hurt
+Cause a broke nigga always down to put in work
+Don't run up on me -- I don't know you, nigga
+So what you bought my CD? I don't owe you, nigga
+I know you love the way the Audi's beat bumps
+Got your license plate rattling all over your trunk
+I confuse these chumps with my style, dog
+I'm from Queens, but I'm motherfucking B.K. hard
+I sound like I move bricks Uptown
+But like a thug from the Bronx, I stay with the four pound
+Shook nigga -- I'm a Guinness Book nigga
+
+[Hook]
+We don't play that pussy shit round here
+You can get your fucking wig split down here
+Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
+You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Queens, nigga!
+We don't play that pussy shit round here
+You can get your fucking wig split down here
+Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
+You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Brooklyn!
+
+[Verse 2]
+If I can't get my gun in the club, why would I come in the club?
+So niggas I done stuck up could cut me the fuck up?
+Nah, I'm outside to jump off when they finished, G
+Four deep, strapped with all kinds of heat
+Niggas think they want beef; they don't want beef
+They find out when somebody they love laying in the street
+When you rap, you keep it gangsta, dog -- it's all good
+But don't go popping that shit in my old hood
+Where I'm from, a young boy'll come and try you, nigga
+Shells'll have you feeling like you on fire, nigga
+If you thinking we thirsty, cuz, you right
+We looking at your watch and chain like that's a S-type
+Promoters saying, "Don't play 50 in the club
+Last time he came on, niggas tore shit up"
+What! I don't know where you from and I don't care
+But, nigga, we don't play that pussy shit around here
+
+[Hook]
+We don't play that pussy shit round here
+You can get your fucking wig split down here
+Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
+You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Harlem, nigga!
+We don't play that pussy shit round here
+You can get your fucking wig split down here
+Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
+You can get your fucking cap peeled -- BX!
+
+[Verse 3]
+The only Spanish I know is, "Go on your guita la boca, puta"
+"No inglés, no inglés", motherfuckers'll shoot ya
+The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
+We don't talk that "Mira, mira" bullshit around here
+Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood
+Niggas heard I got shot, they was all saying, "Good!"
+Fuck y'all, y'all ain't got to like me
+I get knocked, y'all niggas ain't got to write me
+I'm on the same bullshit I been on
+It's the same bullshit y'all niggas need to get on
+Y'all shit sound too commercial
+Come cruising through the hood, motherfuckers'll hurt you
+You should know where and where not to flash jewels
+Cause nigga's run up on y'all fools and flash tools
+They want the money, the watch, and your tennis shoes
+I ain't gotta tell you not to move -- you know the rules
+
+[Hook]
+We don't play that pussy shit round here
+You can get your fucking wig split down here
+Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
+You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Staten Island!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Invitation[Produced by Manny Perez & Ty Fyffe]
+
+[Verse 1]
+I had five hundred grams and fifty in 58 bags
+Fo'-hundred Benz, eight thousand in cash
+Then the ball dropped, gun popped, Banks got blast
+I make it so hot, one shot'll melt yo' ass
+Got popped up, cried 'til my eyes turned red
+Then told myself in the mirror "nigga, you ain't dead"
+I'm far from eccentric, I'm so psychotic
+I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I got it
+When you see me in the hood motherfucker don't talk to me
+'Less you wan' talk about using the hawk for me
+When Al blew Black away I had him on some stupid shit
+Then my rap shit worked, now I'm super stupid rich
+All I do is stunt now, I'm so Maybach
+There I go fronting again, I meant to say laid back
+Go 'head move reckless, get banged for your necklace
+I serve him with the semi, feed him a clip for breakfast
+
+[Hook]
+You want some? Come get some
+Nigga it's murder one when I toss my gun
+You might see me let it off, you might see me run
+But you won't see shit time the police come
+Huh? You want some? Come get some
+Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun
+I just squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done
+You just bleed and bleed 'til the police come
+Huh? You want some?
+[Verse 2]
+I got a eighth of dope left, half a pound of purple
+Shooters in my circle, try me I'll let 'em murk you
+Got more guns than a gun store, beef ain't what you want, boy
+You wanna be nice to me, you wanna shoot dice with me
+You want a ace on purpose, why you so nervous?
+Nigga we from the same hood, we come from the same shit
+You got gonorrhea too? We fucked with the same bitch
+Getting money is necessary; see me I'm a visionary
+And I'm saying that house should be a crack house
+Now see it how I see it or I'll bring the straps out
+The tech and the mac out, the Sig and the Taurus
+The Koch and that Heckler, then nigga we warrin'
+I let my pistols speak for me and all of 'em foreign
+Click-clack, comprende? I'm criminal-minded
+Toss my Nina in the sewer, bet nobody find it
+'Til it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun, what?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it
+Come get it - huh? You want some?
+Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it
+Fuck that nigga - huh? You want some?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Doo Wop Freestyle[Intro]
+Ayo, I know these niggas don't like me
+But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm saying?
+50 cent, 9-9, motherfucking Doo Wop
+Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wanna take it
+Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, they shot that boy down like a dog in the street
+Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll 'em over, take that Pelle Pelle
+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 saying 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 rapping niggas dying to shine
+And I'm tired of fiends asking for a dime for nine
+Hearing this next punchline 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 indictment, 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 trying to prop 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-d's -- damn man, I O.D
+You know how it is on the street, niggas is holding the heat
+Po-po walking to beat, we burning 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
+Feds seized the Six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
+Now a nigga rolling in a Toyota Corolla
+Used to never get high, now I'm never sober
+.380 six-shot Glock top loader
+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 motherfucking marathon
+[Outro]
+Come on, bounce, nigga, bounce
+Wop the reason why y'all motherfuckers say bounce, bitch
+Niggas, niggas don't set trends, niggas just jump on dicks
+That's why they Bloods and Crips nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Touch the Sky[Produced by K-Lassik Beats]
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+Man I run this rap shit
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+R.I.P. to 2Pac
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+Nigga roll that good shit
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You wanna dance, let's dance nigga, I take you to the prom
+I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm nigga
+My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man
+My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand
+I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy
+Your fate, your death day'll fucking come if you push me
+Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow
+I get low, they say I go like a pro
+It's a wrap and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach
+You've been clapped and in fact there's no coming back from that
+I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed
+Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley
+Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone
+Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long
+So when I'm right I'm right, and when I'm wrong I'm right
+I hit your ass up right, nigga it's nighty-night
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+Man I run this rap shit
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+R.I.P. to 2Pac
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+Nigga roll that good shit
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+Ayo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man
+Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram
+These O.G.'s talking 'bout, back in the days
+I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page
+I'm in your top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga
+G-C-T Coupe, it's sour grape nigga
+I'm an ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist
+I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks
+I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars
+Same house, and still fuck the same broads
+Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
+Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
+I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy
+Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky
+Seven-sixty, drive by light tint
+With two hoes in the whip looking like flint
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+Man I run this rap shit
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+R.I.P. to 2Pac
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
+Nigga roll that good shit
+Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up highEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gangsta’s Delight[Hook]
+This is hip hop, it go clip pop
+It hit 'em if ya hit me, the clip pop, it popped and it don't stop
+Papa said we bang bang boogie, we get' em oh goodie
+Keep the hoodie when you're fucking with me, me, me
+
+[Verse 1]
+Now what you hear is not a test
+I said it's not a test, nigga, it's not a test
+Got my Teflon on wrapped around my chest
+I do it the best, ya heard, I do it the best
+Tuck the nine by my spine all the time
+Stunt when I want a dead nigga, fuck with mine
+My neck and my ear get to flicking like a strobe
+My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa
+I'm the underground king, I reside on the throne
+In the club wilding out over Henny and Patron
+Me I'm in the zone, yeah me I'm in the zone
+It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown
+Shawty in my ear like ''please take me home''
+Before the next song, come on dawg, we gone
+Off to the hotel, motel, the Holiday Inn
+She said ''if I knew you worked the cat from the back like that
+I would've brought my friend'' uh huh huh huh huh
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2]
+I'm so raw, yeah, I'm so raw
+Me I'm so ghetto, I'm oh so hardcore
+I'm down by law, this style ya never saw
+I give 'em just a little then watch 'em fiend for more
+Yeah, they want more, they hot and they want more
+They love the way I kick it, they addicted to your boy
+I'm ecstasy, I'm the ultimate trip
+I have ya in the morning like a dope fiend sick
+Now feel the rush, I'm like pure cocaine
+I have the whole night club going insane
+No matter how rich I get I'm never gonna change
+I will let it rain, push me, I let it rain
+I do this shit myself, lawyer money ain't a thang
+The unit is the gang, the yin and the yang
+We went from poor to rich, now look we the shit
+You best control your bitch or she'll be in the six
+Uh huh huh huh huh
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'm fresh to death, I'm rocking the vest
+I'm strapped moving 'round with the heat
+I said I do it the best, I'm not the one you should test
+That's why my name ring bells in the street
+I put that work in, yeah yeah
+I put that work in, yeah yeah
+I put that work in, yeah yeah
+I put that work in, yeah yeah
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Queens, NY[Verse 1: Paris]
+I string em along on some acoustic guitar shit
+Tell 'em park it in front of Neiman Marcus
+I need that, I need that
+Said we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at?
+Said you got a Spider, where them keys at? Them keys at?
+Living on 'em, shitted on 'em, taunt ya
+I'm hotter than the sauna, [?] is under
+Calm yourself before you get dealt with
+Had the medics working on your pelvis
+DOA there's nothing left to say
+Went down like an hourglass
+Paris 1st class regardless
+Fake bitches, not responsive
+Me, I'm in the streets rocking a piece, that's retarded
+In the diamond district with Jacob
+Making you, you little clones wanna save up
+
+[Pre- Chorus: 50 Cent]
+We come from Queens where we are taught to handle
+Beef on our own
+You call up cops, we get it poppin'
+We be out with the chrome
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
+Where Statan at?
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
+Where Yonkers at?
+[Verse 2: Paris]
+All my men is caped up, stingy with the snatch
+'Cause niggas get too attached (Word)
+Sleep with the ratchet under the mattress
+Natural: my cat got a 5 o'clock shadow
+It don't matter 'cause niggas is still badder
+You chicks is getting fucked
+I'm on top, that's how I bop
+Luxury every stop
+Eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend
+You're not needed: next nigga, remix
+Word to everything with on G shit
+Fuck with me, give me a reason
+Feel something hot, change the whole season
+For the greater good, make you face your demons
+It's the loca, caramel mocha
+Bitches is on their sofa, I'm taking over
+You now rocking with the best mama
+Bombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell Bughatti, oh!
+
+[Pre- Chorus: 50 Cent]
+We come from Queens where we are taught to handle
+Beef on our own
+You call up cops, we get it poppin'
+We be out with the chrome
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
+Where Statan at?
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
+Where Yonkers at?
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Queens will ease on 'em, squeeze on 'em
+We'll dump the .223's on 'em
+Breeze on 'em, lit the trees on 'em
+In the bandanna, make em think it's gang-related
+We on that gritty shit, the city shit
+New York New York
+You come through on some pretty shit
+Get outlined in chalk
+I get busy, I get busy, I'm strapped now
+I'm tryna say I want you motherfuckers to act out
+I had that ass sprint towards the door when I back out
+Don't do it, don't you do it, don't you do it
+Don't make me step to you
+Holy moly, rolly icy oyster perpetual
+Diamonds blinking like hey, just take a look at it
+I'm a regular bad man, they say I'm a mad man
+Fuck a mask and gloves, I lay it on bare hands
+We come from a war zone, them South side streets
+Where anything and everything gets gunned to eat
+[Pre- Chorus: 50 Cent]
+We come from Queens where we are taught to handle
+Beef on our own
+You call up cops, we get it poppin'
+We be out with the chrome
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
+Where Statan at?
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
+Where Yonkers at?
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+We come from Queens where we are taught to handle
+Beef on our ownEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Whoo Kid Freestyle[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yo, this is 50 cent, you know what I'm sayin'?
+I'm here with my man Whoo Kid
+You know how I put it down, nigga
+It's not safe around here as soon as the street lights
+G-Unit, nigga
+What? What? Nigga, yeah
+Yeah, we in here, what's up, nigga?
+50 Cent, nigga
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+We can't get money selling weed? (We gon' sell coke)
+Ain't no money selling coke? (We gon' sell dope)
+Ain't no money selling dope? (We gon' sell X)
+And if niggas won't buy the X? (Then we gon' sell tech's)
+
+[Verse 1: ?]
+My advice for y'all niggas is stop frontin'
+'Cause if 50 say "Pop something," I'm gon pop something, what up?
+
+[50 Cent]
+Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger
+Send 12 shots to you, run four in the clip
+Get in the whip, it's a wrap
+
+[Havoc]
+Nah, fuck that
+[50 Cent]
+Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that's that
+Niggas running with the steel out, now it's time to peel out
+
+[Tony Yayo]
+50, let me drive
+
+[50 Cent]
+I got this, nigga, chill out
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+And I ain't scared of niggas, I ain't scared of gettin' bagged
+
+[50 Cent]
+I'm just scared of the corner store 'cause it's full of them Arabs
+They blowing the shit up like it's okay
+I got a bomb on my waist, I'm Kamikaze
+I dare D's to get next to me
+
+[?]
+Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, yeah that's–that's it, nigga
+That's it, it's a freestyle, the fuck you want for free?
+Fucking Arabs just ran the fucking planes into the building
+The fuckin' price went up 10 grand this fucking weekEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+NY[50 Cent]
+Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
+My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
+New York, for short call me N.Y
+New York, for short call me N.Y
+
+You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round, I get the Mac blowin
+My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
+The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on
+I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
+Gran turismo, Masi', I just lean back on 'em
+Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
+Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em
+Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
+Nigga get in the way I'll bang the strap on him
+Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em
+I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em
+I'm comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on 'em
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
+My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
+New York, for short call me N.Y
+New York, for short call me N.Y
+50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
+My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
+New York, for short call me N.Y
+New York, for short call me N.Y
+[50 Cent]
+I hate when you niggas do shit then make me ask why
+If you the homie why you wanna go and testify?
+Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry?
+I'll grow old in the yard starin' at the sky
+Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies?
+And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories?
+Why is the question I ask
+Shit was all good when you were splittin' up stacks
+That shit you told the people got 'em under max
+Now why, would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
+When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why
+Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Baby Get On Your Knees[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yo, Whoo Kid, man. Yo, drop this shit, man. I gotta go, man. Let's hurry up, let's go, man. Oh yeah. 50 Cent, uh. G-Unit. Oh, man. I'm feeling myself right now
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+(Come on, baby, just kiss it for me
+Just put it in your mouth)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+She was hesitant at first, said she never did it before
+As soon as I got her going she was going like a pro
+She went up and down like a merry go round
+And round and round and splash
+She's freaky freaky, when you get her in the bed
+You need a G like me to get her to give you head
+My conversation is stimulating
+She in room ten-nineteen in the Hilton waiting
+She got a thing for ballas, I mean a thing for balls
+And I had turned her ass out so I'm the one she calls
+On the cheek she kiss me and she tell me she miss me
+Being around me got her used to drinking Don and Cristy
+I'm a special nigga, look, I'm used to blinding
+Keep that Benzo clean and those spreewells shining
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+(You can't be serious? It's four in the morning..)
+Right in the morning I rolled over
+Guess who was over my shoulder
+A pretty round, round, round
+Who just got finished going downtown
+But at night with no lights I have you wondering
+If it's a lighting bolt in your mouth or a glow-in-the-dark tongue ring
+Banks need a ghetto chick, set a nigga up wit ass
+Sneak around till he fall asleep, digging in his stash
+Leave with everything, rob a Benz, stacks and the grass
+Ass so fat she get handclaps when she pass
+I ain't never had a girl, but you can be my bottom bitch
+I done been around the world, we done hit all kind of chicks
+Range Rover, never sober, Hennessey, vanilla soda
+B-A-N-K dolla sign, bitch
+Nah, I ain't here to hold you
+Let your baby daddy roll his shoulder
+Banks don't associate with no tricks
+I'ma make it a G-Unit party, from the hotel lobby
+And if you ain't trying to freak off then go home, bitch
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+
+[Verse 3: Young Buck]
+You know what I came to do, let you put your lips on my dick
+But don't tell nobody, you my mistress, bitch
+All your friends keep telling you what to do when you get me
+Got to eat the nuts first like a Hershey's Kisses
+Bitch, show me you miss me like I'm Pac or Biggie
+She can be small as Eve or even big as Missy
+I like it when them dikes indugle in group six
+Suck off thanks to 50 and B-Light, unit
+Get your ass suplexed, telling me to go down
+I'm a P-I-M-P, bitch, I bet you know now
+Baby girl, slow down, ou make a nigga cum quick
+When you closed your eyes and make your tongue do a twist
+You my 3 o'clock, lolipop, kiss the last drop, bitch
+Walk around naked, hoe, I met your ass topless
+She finally found out what Young Buck is 'bout
+So give a nigga from the south some of that mouth
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+Baby, if you get on your knees
+Put me in your mouth and suck me off
+You know I got you
+(Come on, girl, you know I got you)
+
+[Outro: Don Magic Juan]
+Alright then, you playas that's down on the dial right now. We gon' give you some real good game, dawg. Official, dawg, Magic Juan and Whoo Kid. We gonna do something that y'all know we gonna do. We gonna soda-pop. Y'all know what I'm talking about if y'all with this game, so get your soda popping ready 'cause we gonna soda-pop it 'round here. ChurchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+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 ain't 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 ain't buyin no pussy
+Nigga you'll die if you push me
+Nigga you know I’m holdin'
+Bitch picture me rollin
+Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it
+I ain't 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 ain't gone ride wit me
+Get out the club bitch
+[Hook]
+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 ain't trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha
+I mean damn won't 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 ain't worthy
+Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
+Bitch you think you high class, you ain't worth a third of a nigga
+Ya man is gangsta, but we ain't 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 ain't playin wit you bitch you better listen
+[Hook]
+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 ain't bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?"
+Bitches know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin
+I ain't 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
+[Hook]
+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'mma 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, playaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m An Animal[INTRO]
+Yeah
+This is gonna hurt you this time
+Gon’ see if y’all niggas can survive to second round
+You said what?!
+It’s over boy!
+It’s like a Murder Inc clearance sale…
+
+[Chorus]
+Ask about me
+They’ll tell you I’m an animal, an animal
+You touch one of mines I’ll react like an animal, an animal
+They say I have no conscience
+I’ll kill if I have to, y’all
+They say I’m an animal
+Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go
+Move on him like an animal
+
+Nigga don't talk to me if you ain't in my bracket
+100 mil, that's 60 after taxes
+I was a little dirty nigga flipping my mattress
+Sneakers fuck up til I started pumping packs, kid
+Beefin' with the older niggas getting my ass kicked
+Bought a little .380 I stopped all that shit
+Back on that bullshit you know I’ve been on
+Riding with the same 9 Tre used to kill Bon
+Niggas dead serious, niggas though we was playin
+Picture me laughing in the crib after Tre shot Wayne
+Southside ain't southside without the team
+Niggas starving I feed em they'll ride for me
+When feds come, nigga shit gets funky
+Irv love Preme he fittin' to be his bunkee
+In a park full of kids, I pop of the mack
+They see the flare from the nozzle and scatter like rats
+I know the police is listening, this is for the D's
+Me and Star was cool & I ain't hit Cheese
+Signed a deal and made a mil before Bags got shot
+Made 20 more 'fore Tah-Tah got knocked
+Man this rap shit is me B, I got this locked
+Treat it just like the block workout non-stop
+I dazzle with the footwork, maneuver with the heat
+Think boy or get your brains left in the street
+Yeah the Stick-up Kids say it’s out the tax
+But I get your shines back for you homie, relax
+I send my little shooters right at 'em with Gats
+Hit 'em so hard they gonna send that back
+You know I know who ran up in your crib
+The first thing they do is holla at the kid
+They say 50 fucked with us man, we poor need work
+They need niggas like us to do their dirt
+[Chorus]
+Ask about me
+They’ll tell you I’m an animal, an animal
+You touch one of mines I’ll react like an animal, an animal
+They say I have no conscience I’ll kill if I have to, y’all
+They say I’m an animal
+Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go
+Move on him like an animal
+
+[OUTRO]
+Yeah
+Nigga what?!
+Get a good look nigga!
+See the flash of my diamonds and shit nigga!
+Hahaha
+Ridin back since this shit cost more than yo momma house
+You’re fucking playing with me nigga?
+I came up hard nigga!
+You already know what I’m about!
+What?! Hahaha…
+Aye
+Aye tell Preme
+That if he send me a written apology
+We can squash this shit
+Naaww nigga…we ain’t squashing this shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Crime Wave[Produced by Team Demolition]
+
+[Intro]
+Yeah
+Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
+We do it my way, cause a crime wave
+Woah – wave – woah – wave
+I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak
+Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all
+Woah – wave – woah – wave
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm not telling you to shoot somebody
+But if somebody try to shoot you, shoot 'em
+Don't waste time, little nigga, just do it
+Any nigga out of order must be serviced
+See now, now you hesitating, boy, you making me nervous
+The Feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet
+Front on me, try to run from me, hollows heat up your back, B
+Pistol pop, copper top, burn, baby, burn
+Revolver spin again and again and niggas never learn
+Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga
+So if you hit me and you get me, I'll be back to get ya
+Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary
+See, you might not be worried, but I think you should worry
+Them bullets come in flurries, next thing you know, you're buried
+Yeah, I do away with nine niggas in nine days
+My nine sprays when shit don't go my way
+Hold it sideways, fuck around, cause a crime wave
+[Chorus]
+When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
+We do it my way, cause a crime wave
+Woah – wave – woah – wave
+I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak
+Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all
+Woah – wave – woah – wave
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry
+Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me
+Yeah, I'm #1 on Forbes
+Yeah, they can't fuck with your boy
+Tax time is crack time, I flip that, get that back
+Louie V. nap sack filled up with G-stacks
+I'm sick in the head, me, I'm all 'bout the bread
+Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said
+See the stash, I'm making double, making kilos bubble
+Gem star, boy, I cut you til' your ma don't know you
+See, when we play, them warriors come out to play
+You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today
+See, I'm back on the shit I was on before
+So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon' take 'em to war
+[Chorus]
+When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
+We do it my way, cause a crime wave
+Woah – wave – woah – wave
+I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak
+Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all
+Woah – wave – woah – wave
+
+[Outro]
+Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me
+Yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit you up for me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+On Something*[Snippet]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+These niggas be on somethin'
+Fuck around and they done told somethin'
+These thirsty hoes better not stole somethin'
+She twerking for you, now throw somehtin'
+Them people call them for something, I don't know nothin'
+Officer, I don't know nothin'
+Alright, alright, ok
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+These niggas be on somethin'
+Fuck around and they done told somethin'
+Fuck around and they done told somethin'
+These thirsty hoes better not stole somethin'
+She twerking for you, now throw somehtin'
+Them people comin, I don't know nothin'
+Officer, I don't know nothin'
+
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+I'm the one these hoes want
+I be keeping that dough comin'
+10 million, 20 million, 30 million, I'm onto somethin'
+10 million, 20 million, 30 million, that bag coming
+10 million, 20 million, 30 million, you know what's up
+10 million, 20 million, 30 million, yeah bitch I'm up
+Yeah, yeah, yeah  bitch I'm up
+Yeah, yeah, yeah  bitch I'm up
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pussy So Good[Intro]
+That pussy so good, so good, so good
+A nigga so hood, so hood
+
+[Verse 1]
+She like that 50 snatch, that Erykah Badu
+Duke, that pussy having niggas saying, “I do”
+You know that 50 snatch
+That have me throwing bottles at you
+Fuck around, I throw them hollows at you
+She doin’ it like I like it ‘cause I taught her, I taught her
+I keep her on some fly shit, I spoilt her, I oughta
+That’s my kinda bitch, I gotta do [?]
+[?] her pussy fit me like a [?]
+Snap, we break up then come back
+Addicted to fellatio, her head game crack
+Ooh, I mean it’s all that
+No gag reflection, let me push it to the back
+Deep throat, that’s why I think she so dope
+A nigga fuck with my hoe, a nigga get smoked
+[?] them hearts go around my head
+Ya dig? You fuck with my hoe, nigga, you dead
+
+[Hook]
+That pussy so good, so good
+A nigga so hood, so hood
+Nigga, you ain’t lyin’
+I’m so good, so good, so good
+A nigga so hood, so hood
+[Verse 2]
+I say shit to make a hoe feel good, that ain’t shit to me
+I’ll be all fucked I’ll let them get to me
+I think I really loved her in another life
+I want the bread, nigga, you wanna fuck her, right?
+I’m pimpin’, look nigga, I’m pimpin’
+Ridin’ in a Rolls, no cane, no spokes
+This new girl gon’ make a nigga rich
+[?] go on and show ‘em who you with
+With that Magnum, you strapped, maybe suck a dick
+These bitches fuckin’ for free on some other shit
+This is just alternative life
+I mean, he’s fuckin’ him, and she’s her wife
+They hate it when they see us with ice
+I mean wearing designer threads, everything nice
+Push that Gucci down to the socks
+Rand and watch filled with rocks, watch
+
+[Hook]
+That pussy so good, so good
+A nigga so hood, so hood
+Nigga, you ain’t lyin’
+I’m so good, so good, so good
+A nigga so hood, so hood
+
+[Verse 3]
+Hold up, I started to see shit I couldn’t see
+That mean she eat more pussy than me
+That hoe a faggot, she suck dick for the bills
+But when she get to lickedy lickin' she got skills
+[?] emotions and shit, that’s for suckers
+We-some, three-some, having motherfuckers
+[?] lovin’ bitches, we be both lovin’ bitches
+I thought the dime would pop the bitch off
+She want a double bag from me, drop the bitch off
+Hey, the more the merrier, the friends come in
+Like the ends come in, and the Bentley front in
+I’m shinin’, I’m gold, I’m on roll, the [?]
+[?] the more they see me fall
+Baby, come over, I got the Effen and the hookah
+We can get right tonight, I’m hittin' that pipe tonight
+[Hook]
+That pussy so good, so good
+A nigga so hood, so hood
+Nigga, you ain’t lyin’
+I’m so good, so good, so good
+A nigga so hood, so hoodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Southside[Intro: 50 Cent]
+South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)
+South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't change you know)
+South...siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!!!)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
+I'm glad you here though you just in time to get the grits
+Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E
+Tell Habbi it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
+That's how I used to talk to a nigga growin up
+That's why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
+Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy died
+I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
+Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
+Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
+Four finger ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
+Red bomb bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
+It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah)
+I get the coke, get some pistols and build a team
+I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
+I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I mean?
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+South...siiiiiiide (Look at this nigga son!!)
+South...siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
+South...siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!!, HAHAHAHA!! *cracks up*)
+South...siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas!)
+South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, we all over the water!)
+South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!!! What the fuck is the matter with you!!!!)
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up your crib
+And when the fireman come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!!!!)
+Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the llama
+When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama
+And that's your baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
+I'm in the piece you wipe me down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
+I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than heaven
+I got the haze mixed with AK-47
+I need that Beckham money, I need that older money
+So if you checkin for me, nigga show the money
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+He mean that big money, not that lil' money
+That's my nigga Yay, I know he'll kill for me
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+South...siiiiiiide (Niggas make me sick man!)
+South...siiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man!)
+South...siiiiiiide (Every time a nigga get out of line)
+South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man..)
+South...siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
+South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
+South...siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
+South...siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)
+[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
+We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state
+I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
+You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
+(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em son? (Hah?)
+99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one
+I'll become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
+Life's short, feel good under the summer sun
+Down here, you got two options get a gun or run
+My first car was a spaceship, no hoopty
+Champ hoodie and boots, no Gucci
+Yayo introduced me, Fifth scooped me
+The floor couped me now you gotta shoot me
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+I be's the boss of this shit right here! I said the boss nigga you hear me!
+The B-O-S-S-M-A-N!!!! And nigga what!!!!
+Thought so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!!!
+I'm not goin to war, but I'll send niggas to war
+But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
+I'm thinkin you know what I'm sayin!
+We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
+Now I got a few aliases you know what I'm sayin
+I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
+I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come through here!!!
+Now thr music, we need a little piece of that
+Everything that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
+It's The Unit!!!! Yeah!!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Body On It[Intro] News report
+Reporter:
+Police search for clues on the Q 111 bus where two people were shot, one fatally
+Witness 1:
+You heard like a few shots ring out and uh, you know by living in the neighborhood familiar with those sounds. We knew it was gunshots, so automatically you know we started taking cover because we didn't know or establish where they were coming from
+Reporter:
+Police say it all started in South Jamaica about two and a half miles away From the shooting on the bus at Jamaica station
+Witness 2:
+I was trying to get away from the area, after the first shot, it was very traumatizing to me like I've seen this happen a lot of times and didn't want to be involved. I Didn't want to be that person that get a stray bullet or nothing like that
+Reporter:
+Police Arrested a 34 year old man, they believe he is responsible for both shooting Incidents. They also recovered a handgun. He was arrested not far from here near Jamaica station in Jamaica, Queens. Zach Fink Ny1
+
+50 cent:
+It's the big 10, its been 10 years since 50 cent is the future
+I'm tired as a motherfucker
+What you want me to be I've tried to see
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah bitch I got my second wind
+You could pretend I ain't the shit
+I'm guilty, I'm guilty
+Yeah I'm filthy fucking rich
+I'm strapped your honor
+New mac, my armor
+Point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona
+New version of Dahmer
+Pussy eating Piranha
+My tongue touch your flesh
+Your bitches say I'm the best
+The crackers say I'm racial
+Wait a cotton-picking minute
+Now I'm racial
+Cause I done put cotton-picking in it
+Put a knot on your fucking head
+Yeah that'll happen first
+I'll put a dot on your fucking head
+You'll end up in a hearse
+They say I play mind games
+Warrior mind frame
+These bitch niggas always forget to say my name
+Go ahead, I want you to
+You fraud, I'm on to you
+I'm so strategic you wouldn't believe it
+And they know, everytime I come around
+Pit stop and they tend to quiet down
+Cause they know about me
+[Chorus]
+My nine got an extended clip on it
+My tech got all kind of shit on it
+M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it
+Night vision through the sight when I grip on it
+My nine got an extended clip on it
+My tech got all kind of shit on it
+My pound got a body on it body on it
+My man put a body on it body on it
+
+[Verse 2]
+I read a blog
+They said I ain't got it
+I still got it
+Oh lord!
+Look whose gonna meet the edge of my sword
+I'm taking off now bitch
+All aboard
+If you want to ride fuck it let's ride
+It seems like principle living's starting to fade
+Even is a gangsta's life, niggas is snakes
+No loyalty, rats ratting on members of the game
+Funny they were family before the pigs came
+
+[Chorus]
+My nine got an extended clip on it
+My tech got all kind of shit on it
+M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it
+Night vision through the sight when I grip on it
+My nine got an extended clip on it
+My tech got all kind of shit on it
+My pound got a body on it body on it
+My man put a body on it body on it
+[Outro]
+Yeah, this right here one marks the decade of hot shit
+If a nigga say I fell off all I want you to do is ask him when
+What they gonna say, what the Curtis album?
+Okay so number one's not good enough
+I gave you Ayo Technology that was number one
+I get money, that wasn't hot
+So tell me when I fell off
+Yeah, when I gave you motherfuckers what you asked for
+With before I self destruct
+You looked at me and was like
+We cool fif'
+You know why?
+Cause I won too much in front of you niggas
+Thats why
+It's alright go out take a break come back
+So hot you can't deny it
+Its your boy 50
+This one right here is for the haters for real
+I want you to eat a dick
+Don't suck a dick, eat a dick
+Chew it. hahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rowdy Rowdy[Hook]
+Yo LA niggas are the rowdy niggas
+New Orleans niggas is rowdy nigga
+D.C. niggas is some rowdy niggas
+New York Niggas is the fucking wildest nigga
+
+[Verse One]
+Yo, your man could have ran when I robbed him but he froze
+Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
+The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she chose
+Now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes
+An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid
+Runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
+A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
+A bad bitch that won't blow dick
+It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
+Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice
+I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice
+I only say things once, never twice, dont fuck with me
+
+[Hook]
+St. Louis niggas is rowdy rowdy
+Cleveland niggas is bout it bout it
+50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
+Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
+Them Memphis ballas is rowdy rowdy
+Them [Chi]-town cats is bout it bout it
+They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it
+Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it
+[Verse Two]
+Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
+I bet niggas will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?"
+I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the [Jack]
+I'm the type to borrow your gat and won't give the shit back
+I'm F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T
+Caress your girl gently in back of the Bentley
+You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons
+In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch lampin
+I plan to take over New York and start expandin
+Was Bob Marley singin about tecs when he sung "I'm Jammin'"
+Nigga fuck with my cash and I'mma blast yo' ass
+Smash the Glock out the stash in the dash an [mash]
+Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
+If you survive the shots I'mma find yo' ass
+Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
+I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherfucker
+
+[Hook]
+The VA cats is rowdy rowdy
+Them Carolina niggas is rowdy rowdy
+If they say they gon' kill you nigga, don't you doubt it
+Got your (gun), well don't leave home without it
+Them ballas out in Philly is rowdy rowdy
+Them Oakland cats is rowdy rowdy
+They'll body you and act like they know nothing about it
+Leave your body somewhere where no nobody can find it
+[Verse Three]
+Yo, some nigga just shot the block up, god (Word?)
+He had the same shit you got on, dog (Word?)
+I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
+I run with niggas that spray and strip and say that shit
+You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot
+I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
+From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
+I got a lot of hungry niggas with me straight from the street
+These industry cats are startin to look like something to eat
+They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
+My niggas live in section eight in public housing
+They murder you and keep shit low cause niggas heard of you
+
+[Hook]
+Them B-More cats is rowdy rowdy
+Them Detroit ballas is rowdy rowdy
+If they say they gon' wet you boy, don't you doubt it
+Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
+Them ballas in Miami is rowdy rowdy
+Them Oakland cats is rowdy rowdy
+They'll body you and act like they know nothing about it
+Leave your body somewhere where no nobody can find it
+
+Them Jersey cats is rowdy rowdy
+Them Boston ballas is rowdy rowdy
+If they say they gon' wet you boy, don't you doubt it
+Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
+Rowdy rowdy! Bout it bout itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What Do You Got[Hook: Eminem]
+Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot
+Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got?
+Fifty!
+Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot
+It's Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got
+Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I got a gambling problem
+I bet you niggas I'mma be back bustin'
+But you won't notice me when that gat dumpin', you wan' bet?
+I lost money when I bet on Roy
+Won money when I bet on Floyd, I'm the one that bet on boy
+Undefeated, eyes low like I'm weeded
+I bet you niggas think I won't be number one again
+I raise the stakes, you know why I put mo' on the line
+It's showtime I'm goin' for my mine, you can bet that
+I bet that tech jam before that mac
+I bet that dope go before that crack, I bet my money stack
+I bet yo bitch wanna roll with 50
+I bet if I said I'm going to the hotel she'd go with me
+I bet you really love her man you think she wouldn't come
+She got your pussy wooped, her head game, it got you sprung
+I'm taking all bets, through all sets I be a bookie
+That have to be ten percent off the top, fucking rookies
+[Hook: Eminem]
+Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot
+Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got?
+Fifty!
+Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot
+It's Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got
+Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Fifty! (fifty!) Ohhhh! (Ohhh)
+I wanna bet y'all niggas, it ain't gon' be
+The old niggas like me!
+Trust me, I came up hard! (came up hard!)
+All you gotta do is go through my hood
+Southside, niggas like me all up and down there
+On the corners, in the penitentiary, they from southside
+Yeah, they ain't on the top of the charts
+They don't know the formula, they ain't on the hot 500
+They like me!
+
+[Hook: Eminem]
+Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot
+Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got?
+Fifty!
+Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
+Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot
+It's Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got
+Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or notEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Love, Hate, Love[Verse 1]
+It's the same shit, feel like a nigga having flashbacks
+I might have crack in my ass crack
+Back to that rubber handle, 38. special vandal
+Play Godfather, bitch, you be dead like Marlon Brando
+These bars hit harder than hard times
+My flow’ll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine
+I’ll bring a bitch, you bring a bitch, let's switch
+I’mma swing, hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers
+Penitentiary style, big monster swag
+Bitch, I got so many tricks make me go in my bag
+Yeah, niggas keep saying I’m back, it’s a fact
+Ya shaking like ya ass got parkinsons, relax
+Confused, acting like a white boy bored
+Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard
+Nigga, why the fuck ya pants so tight?
+You tryna show niggas your ass, your alternative life
+I’m hungry like I ain't ate, I lost weight
+On a highway it's worth more outta state
+I’m raw like Cypress, I could just kill a man
+Blow from Mexico’s cartels per kilograms
+
+[Hook]
+They love me then hate me then love me again
+Bitch, I don’t pretend, pussy, I ain't your friend
+I done told you over and over again
+You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it
+[Verse 2]
+I going green, emeralds and my watch face drippin'
+Nigga ain't no safe safe when I start trippin'
+I might call my next LP Death of the Weirdo
+I’m high, check my altitude, I’m lounging in the Lear home
+Feel a buzz, a little Kool-Aid and Codeine
+I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing
+It ain't safe in the war, the war I’m playing my shark tank
+On the trip to the mall, made your bitch ass plank
+I done touched more pussy than maxipads
+Now Detox can be your little rap rehab
+Bitch, just a second visit from the repo man
+And you can’t afford your monthlys, I mean goddamn
+Nigga, you ain't worth your shoes you standing in
+When I party I bring a bitch to bring the cannon in
+You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot
+It’s been a while so I’m guessing you must've forgot
+Once again you forget, ain't this some shit
+You forgot about me, bitch, I wrote your hits
+You know How We Do, Hate It or Love It
+And nigga fuck it I’m special, that's why your ass say my verse
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You’re Not Ready[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Oh, Oh
+G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
+Nigga
+Haha
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+You say you're ready, you're not ready
+We don't shoot no one-on-ones
+Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
+Either way, your ass is done
+When them shells hit you and they split you
+You gon' scream like a bitch
+In your dreams it don't feel
+How it feels when you're hit
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Mama baby boy is a killa
+Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla?
+Four bodies at nineteen, man, I love that little nigga
+For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out
+For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house
+Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth
+New York has taught niggas to get money down south
+But get knocked in a commonwealth state, your ass out
+Fuck the captain, fuck the sarge
+Fuck that kingpin charge, bitch
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+You say you're ready, you're not ready
+We don't shoot no one-on-ones
+Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
+Either way, your ass is done
+When them shells hit you and they split you
+You gon' scream like a bitch
+In your dreams it don't feel
+How it feels when you're hit
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+When my warriors come out and play, I'm Osirus
+I eat, sleep, shit and catch niggaritis
+And beat niggas down like the turtles on Rikers
+I'm a cheap-ass connect with some high-ass prices
+I been totin' four-fours and MAC-10s
+Since Tim Dog was on Ron G 10
+I'm the nigga on the strip that make friends relapse
+I'm the nigga on the strip that's a walking G pack
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+You say you're ready, you're not ready
+We don't shoot no one-on-ones
+Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
+Either way, your ass is done
+When them shells hit you and they split you
+You gon' scream like a bitch
+In your dreams it don't feel
+How it feels when you're hit
+[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]
+I don't bash woman, but I'll throw a bitch in a sleeper
+I been this way since Rakim was kicking a speaker
+You can fly on holidays like Christmas and Easter
+You only wear yellow ice if you piss in the freezer
+I'll put your partner in a case for barkin' off of base
+You suppose to be getting money, shake that carpet off your face
+I'm in the place, top runner in the race
+Nike fanatic, spent spring-summer winnin' rings
+Look what happened to Ma$e, I hope you see them same light as him
+My tape pound from me, put you on tubes and vitamins
+I might've been slumped in the G5 drunk and
+Thumpin' The Chronic one, ridin' with the trunk shakin'
+I'm on the run from a marriage, the ring with the carats
+I'm done with the average, give me someone established
+I'm performing if they come with the karats
+These bitches want my son in their carriage
+But want 'em feelin' dumb and embarrassed, bitch (Nigga)
+
+[Outro: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
+Bummy-ass niggas
+None of y'all fucking with us, man (Hahaha)
+G-Unit
+Hottest niggas out in the streets right now
+Tell them niggas
+Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (Hahaha)
+The General, 50 Cent, nigga (Yeah, you heard him motherfucker)
+Go ahead and scream my name, nigga
+Go ahead, say something
+So I can fuck you upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Movin’ On Up[Produced by Jake One]
+[Intro]
+(The realest thing you could do is put a drumbeat with nothing but a drum beat)
+Niggas, niggas copied my style, Russ
+That's why I had to switch up on 'em
+Know what I mean?
+Mad niggas sounding like me
+
+[Verse 1]
+I run the show now, I got the blow now
+You wanna hold now? You can come cop
+I'm on the low now, I got the four pound
+In case a motherfucker got to get shot
+The only time is coming, slow down
+See they know now, I won't hesitate to make shit hot
+D's will shut your block down, after you're shot down
+We gonna come through and set up shop
+You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
+How I change shit, re-arrange shit
+See for you, dawg, this is new shit
+I'm from Southside, nigga we do this
+They say I'm grimey, it's hard to find me
+When  the sun lighten up the sky
+Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
+Go ahead nigga, I dare you to try, fuck that nigga
+[Hook]
+We moving on up
+Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
+You'll get chromed up
+Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
+We moving on up
+Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
+You'll get chromed up
+Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm 'bout my bread now, I'll cut your head now
+You know you eating niggas, you should be dead now
+I hold a Glock down, I gotta drop now
+Nigga I'm eating, you know I ain't gone stop now
+One more trip, one more flip
+I move a truckload, nigga, not one brick
+They make me so sick, fucking sick to my stomach
+You niggas talk shit, but they know that I want it
+My clique's so sick, niggas know how we on it
+Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
+I spit a gem star, get your name carved into neck
+Have my little homies run up on your ass with the Tec
+Yeah, I stunt in the Vette, got stash in the Vette
+I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
+I'm oh so fresh, so motherfucking clean
+24 inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene
+[Hook]
+We moving on up
+Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
+You'll get chromed up
+Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
+We moving on up
+Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
+You'll get chromed up
+Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
+
+[Bridge]
+Been smoking that dip
+The PCP got them thinking they can walk on water
+That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard
+Trying to fuck your daughter
+The LSD will have niggas running round
+Trying to kill you for us
+Smoking that piff, sipping that yak
+Talking that shit, loading that strap
+
+[Hook]
+We moving on up
+Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
+You'll get chromed up
+Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
+We moving on up
+Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up
+You'll get chromed up
+Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Could’ve Been You[Produced by DJ Khalil]
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge
+Gave her street smarts, shit you can't get in college
+She's a reflection of me so you know she the shit
+If I'm a star she a star, if I'm rich she rich
+That's my dog
+I tell her stay she wanna go, I tell her go she wanna stay
+That's my dog
+You know a bitch don't usually mean nothing to me, that's right
+But that's my dog I go left, she go right, I go up, she go down
+She couldn't listen that, she ain't around
+So ungrateful screaming ''I hate you''
+She must got amnesia, bitch I made you
+Now just think, just think that could've been you
+Just think, that should've been you
+Yeah, with me, I share the world with you
+But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't fucking with you
+
+[Hook: R. Kelly]
+Say, say, say girl, come here, no, you, no, her, yeah, you, go
+The reason you didn't get dick
+Because you got your nose up your ass like your smelling your shit
+But tonight you met your match
+Cause I be smelling my shit too, now how you like that?
+You could've had this dude and anything you choose
+And now girl you lose cause I ain't fucking with ya
+(Could've been you)
+Shopping spree's, drop top hair blowing in the wind
+(Could've been you)
+Living lavish, instead it's your girlfriend
+But you tripping while we sipping
+In the back of the club big tipping
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+She say it hurts when you supposed to win then you lose
+You were supposed to be sure, baby, you was confused
+I had a thing for you, I had a ring for you
+House, cars, kids and a pet name for you
+Pussycat, told you I'd make it, you ain't believe
+I guess cause coming up was hard it was easy to leave
+Now think about it, maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
+Either way shorty, life goes on
+When you around, my smile's a grin, my thoughts are a sin
+You ask me can we try again, I ain't fucking with you
+It's on, the club jumping, I'm trying get my liquor and
+You wanna suck the dick again, I'm staring at your thicker friends
+I guess I'm like Will Smith in "Pursuit of Happyness"
+In my hood, we all hustle and in pursuit of the same shit
+Now just think, just think, that could've been you
+Now just think that should've been you with me
+I share the world with you
+But you ain't ride with a rider, so I ain't fucking with you
+
+[Hook: R.Kelly]
+Say, say, say girl, come here, no, you, no, her, yeah, you, go
+The reason you didn't get dick
+Because you got your nose up your ass like your smelling your shit
+But tonight you met your match
+Cause I be smelling my shit too, now how you like that?
+You could've had this dude and anything you choose
+And now girl you lose cause I ain't fucking with ya
+(Could've been you)
+Shopping spree's, drop top hair blowing in the wind
+(Could've been you)
+Living lavish, instead it's your girlfriend
+And it ain't no other way to put it except
+I know you understand it girl, it's so
+But you see us in the back of the club
+Popping bottles and it could've been you, but nope
+[Outro: R. Kelly]
+Said it could've been - could've been you, yeah
+Said it could've been - could've been youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Just a Touch[Intro]
+Yeah! It's 50!
+
+[Hook]
+She got a habit man she powder her nose
+And you can see she was a freak I suppose
+She in the telly she use all three holes
+Man you know me I just go with the flow
+Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit
+
+[Verse 1]
+And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top
+Fast, prayin that the condom pop
+That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me
+Now Hollywood's been real real good to me
+Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just ain't shit
+In the whip she gives CPR to my dick
+You losin 'em baby, get 'em up quick
+This role play I'm really gettin into this shit
+In the telly om all fours I'm ridin that horse
+Screamin WOO HA!!! till my voice is lost
+Call me 50 call me daddy you can call me the boss
+My dick XXL you can call me The Source
+You can lie 'bout my performance and give bad reviews
+A quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes
+Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused
+Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true
+They say I do things that I never ever do
+On the radio, they say me and you a item
+Nas fall in love with hoes me I just like 'em
+I can't be your man Paris head game great
+And Eve's usin dildos on her sex tape
+Ashanti's lil' ass butt naked in the truck
+These bitches is poppin off why would I tie myself up
+At the Super Bowl Janet Jackson showed me a tit
+Other niggas saw it but I felt she showed me it
+Times is hard in the yard baby this is real shit
+My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick
+Bridge:
+Wait a minute baby hold on, I'm just tryin to fix the camera
+You know, relax, ha ha h, I'm comin, yeah
+It's on you got the water in the tub
+Wanna get in the tub, ha ha ha ha
+
+Chorus:
+She got a habit man she powder her nose
+And you can see she was a freak I suppose
+She in the telly she use all three holes
+Man you know me I just go with the flow
+Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit, and it's onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+187 Yayo[Intro: 50 Cent]
+G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
+50 Cent, nigga (Uh-huh), Tony Yayo (Yeah)
+Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
+
+[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
+Yeah, and you don't stop
+I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' block
+Yeah, and it don't quit
+It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch
+Yeah, and it don't stop
+I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' block
+Yeah, and it don't quit
+It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch (Non-stop)
+
+[Verse: Tony Yayo]
+They say good things should happen to those who wait
+But I'm stuck in the game, still slingin' weight
+You know that eggshell white, that tan and the brown
+For a XL6 or a seven four pound
+Suede seats is hot, but Italian leather is better
+And with cameras in the mirror, nigga, the cars costs cheddar
+I'm on first class flights with flyin' cooks
+'Cause my verse sound nice when they fly in hooks
+Now I'm blowing weed, oh, in Beverly Hills
+With some bad freak hoes in the Montreal
+Next year it's the new Hummer, stash box with the llama
+I drive through in the blue gator bomber
+Heaven or Hell'll prevail when I'm a goner
+'Cause I eat up tracks like Hannibal and Dahmer
+I'm the first one out and last one on the corner
+'Cause life is a hustle, any day you be a goner
+P89 Ruger with the silencer
+Let off a clip it sound like spitballs goin' through straws
+We got plenty of ratchets but not on sale
+We even got Dillingers that hold shotgun shells
+These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes
+You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
+I do not respect it, my work is never watered down
+So on the first I get mo' checks than NikeTown
+Slingin' thirty-one bunnies, I been on the block
+Since niggas did The Snake, Running Man and The Wop
+When I was fifteen, I ain't want no workin' papers
+I played the strip all night, servin' niggas
+Listen, nigga, we live like Italians in jail
+I got COs bringin' cell phones to my cell
+Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you
+Fill your ass up with lead, turn yo' ass to a pencil
+I jump out with the Ruger rapid-fire
+I had you on the run like Omar on The Wire
+I'm the only rapper you know that stay on the run
+I'm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun
+I'm a hustler OGs love to hate
+'Cause I got old school money put away in a safe
+You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at
+Or catch me in Cali in a Hollywood throwback
+I'm a bail jumper, you know, a fishscale pumper
+Fuck Judge Wong, he won't catch me on the corner
+Nigga. pay more tax, homie, you owe me
+You wanna rap, we can battle for your see-through Rollie
+I be in Em mansion strippin' them models
+His bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a bottle
+There's too many indians and not enough chiefs
+Why you buy all the guns if you ain't got enough beef?
+The shit I spit'll 'cause a all-out riot
+And my new four-fifth'll 'cause a hollow tip diet
+I'm the type to tie up your lady, then gun butt your baby
+I'm like the mob, nigga, fuck you, pay me
+I'ma hide my assets and disappear
+Make a quick twenty mill' and vanish in thin air
+I've finished my work, now it's time to cop
+And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot
+I need twelve twelves and fifty-eight fifty-eights
+'Cause I got eight sales and they all gon' wait, motherfucker
+[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
+Yeah, and you don't stop
+I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' block
+Yeah, and it don't quit
+It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch
+Yeah, and it don't stop
+I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' block
+Yeah, and it don't quit
+It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch, yeah
+
+[Outro]
+Haha, Whoo KidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Just Fuckin’ Around (Mase Freestyle)[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 niggas my homies
+You probably thinking how he get there
+That nigga my co-d
+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
+Niggas 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
+Niggas don' died of AIDS
+You know the dirty dick
+Wake up in hell horny
+Finna 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!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+These Niggas Aint Hood[Intro: 50 Cent's son Marquise]
+Yo daddy, these nigga's ain't hood, drop that shit
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+So what I grew up with them niggas, i ain't stuck with them niggas
+We from the same hood but I don't fuck with them niggas
+Shit pop off, I touch one of them niggas
+Cut one of them niggas, buck one of them niggas
+Beg For Mercy, number four, I'm so hood
+First LP, ten-million sold, I'm so good
+I thought niggas would love to see me shine
+But it's making them sick to see me getting mine
+Got that Benz, got that Bentley, and that new Bugatti
+Got that Range, Aston Martin, and that new Ferrari
+If it's making you sick to see me blow I'm sorry
+Dude we used to be cool, but I ain't stuck with you nigga
+I grew up with you nigga, but I don't fuck with you nigga
+Got shot in the back then turned around and got shot in the eye
+You ain't gonna shoot back lay down and die
+There's a message in my music, can you hear it Kai?
+Your man's never gonna blow and you're the reason why
+It's disease infested when I spit it any nigga can get it
+Fuck the fronting and the rhymes that ass'll get flat-lined
+Can't we all just get along? we used to be friends
+Nah, fuck that, man we used to pretend
+These niggas is comedians, I thought I was type funny
+Five called telling niggas, "mutt need bail money"
+On some real shit, would you bail a nigga out son, that knew niggas was trying to kill you and wouldn't let you hold a gun
+Think about it
+Hahaha
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+Regardless of what you done heard or hearing
+Fuck all the comparing I dare them to come anywhere near him
+They want someone famous to pout with so I walk around with my gun like it came with the outfit
+I don't really like to toot my own horn but beep, click clack, blat, go to sleep
+We all know since you was in the class with Legos, you'd grow up to be as soft as mash potatoes
+Your man gonna make me throw this nigga towards the window and put his ass in the air like the Jordan symbol
+All my diamonds are colored, I Fruity Pebble'd the right hand, fifty-five grand on the bezel from Ice Man
+They want to give your boy the 40 cal and nina so I stay on my toes like a ballerina
+I'm starving nigga, the only one that can cut me and get away with it is my barber, nigga
+Cause I'll revolve a nigga, take a piece of your head
+You'll have more room in your hat than a Harlem nigga
+And now most of these subliminal raps be coming from the same niggas backstage giving you daps
+Like, "yo banks you hot and everybody says it and I think it'd be real big if we could do a record"
+But now I'm on some other shit
+Like I ain't fucking with none of you niggas on a record unless you my brother shit
+I'm an intelligent man and my elegant band got more colors than elephant man
+Since hell is at-hand I mine as well expand hand over my can
+Tan all over the lamb, lamb all over the sand
+The sun all over the beach, your eyes all over my bitch
+Her eyes all on your moves incase one of them switch
+If you don't learn to relax and swallow steam, there'll be more shells in the grass than halloweenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+50/Banks[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
+Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
+
+[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
+Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
+I don't know
+If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already
+Now here we go
+
+(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
+(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)
+(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
+(Niggas look down to Pee Wee Herman)
+
+[50 Cent - Verse 1]
+50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
+Bronx niggas love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)
+These rap niggas not like me, they too soft (yeah)
+Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off
+You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
+Real niggas snatch Glocks, and run up in spots
+We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds
+Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and Glocks in palm (uh huh)
+Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
+I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn)
+I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
+And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you
+You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up
+You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up
+Holla niggas names on records, that shit is played out
+But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out
+[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
+My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy
+I don't know
+If I should stunt for these hoes again, cause I did that already
+Now here we go
+
+[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
+(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot
+I'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP (yeah)
+I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)
+Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)
+I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front
+Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk
+Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then
+Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King
+(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled)
+I'm runnin' from a digital Munster
+I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster
+My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long
+My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)
+I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop
+Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that 2Pac shit drop
+I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top
+Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop
+Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
+I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop
+Damn near the whole day I’m passing the green
+Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)
+Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
+I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team
+To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
+The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
+(*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
+
+*beat stops
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
+
+(50 Cent laughing)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Be My Bitch[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Shawty say she straight, can't wait till tonight to turn her out babe
+Take her to a different world, get her baby girl
+
+[Verse 1]
+[Brevi](50 Cent)
+I'll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby)
+We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain't gotta pay
+
+[50 Cent]
+Take her ass downtown, in my Bentley drop top show her all around
+Later when we get back we can show her how we live
+Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib
+
+[Hook 1]
+[Brevi]
+Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
+You can be my bitch
+
+[50 Cent]
+You can be my bitch
+
+[Brevi]
+You can be my bitch
+You can be my bitch
+I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
+I'm gonna give you everything that I got
+You can be my bitch
+[50 Cent]
+You can be my bitch
+
+[Brevi]
+You can be my bitch
+You can be my bitch
+
+[Verse 2]
+[50 Cent]
+My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing
+Why would I complain shes everything to me man
+We match together perfect isn't this amazing isn't this amazing
+Back massage minaj they turned on I'm hard
+Great sex latex I'm playing my part
+Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking
+Until its damn near breaking
+
+I can tell you from the get go
+So you know how this shit go
+This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental
+I'm about to break it down all the freaky shit we into
+If your not into her your into me and well still get u
+
+[Hook 2]
+[Brevi]
+Right when we get to the crib step right in
+Boy you know what they say
+You can be my bitch
+Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
+You can be my bitch
+[50 Cent]
+You can be her bitch
+
+[Brevi]
+You can be my bitch
+You can be my bitch
+
+[Brevi]
+You can be my bitch
+You can be my bitch
+I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
+I'm gonna give you everything that I got
+You can be my bitch
+
+[50 Cent]
+You can be her bitch
+
+[Brevi]
+You can be my bitch
+You can be my bitch
+
+[Verse 3]
+[50 Cent]
+I'm headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby
+I'll be gone for a while I'm leaving you in charge now haha haha
+Shwaty wanna play at anytime I'm away it ain't OK
+But when I come back you know that's how its going down
+Well be back up in this bitch passing her around
+You don't want me just to play my roll
+You don't want me to come take control
+You don't want me to move in too slow
+You just wanna see me run this show
+Lets go lets go lets go
+
+[Hook 1 X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Money by Any Means[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+It ain't easy to make money
+So now everybody wanna take money
+You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
+Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money
+It ain't a game
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair
+Chicks say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year
+In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
+I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
+Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
+Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you
+Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sonnin' you
+Dude I'll smoke you and every motherfucker under you
+People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
+From now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen
+Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
+Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+It ain't easy to make money
+So now everybody wanna take money
+You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
+Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money
+It ain't a game
+[Verse 2: Noreaga]
+Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
+Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
+It's Nore now, here look read the story now
+My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
+And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit
+Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
+I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
+And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass
+Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
+Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
+Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
+Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles
+Sending out roses, condolences, notices
+Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan
+Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound
+Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird
+Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+It ain't easy to make money
+So now everybody wanna take money
+You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
+Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money
+It ain't a game
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Yo it's all about the cash you getting
+Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
+The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life
+Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
+Punk niggas I'm sonnin' 'em, every chance I get
+Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip
+For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
+Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
+Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
+Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
+I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'
+Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
+So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
+Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+It ain't easy to make money
+So now everybody wanna take money
+You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
+Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money
+It ain't a game
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Know what I'm sayingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ski Mask Way (Eminem Remix)* the opening begins at the end of the previous track "Get Low"
+
+(This, is.. an exclusive, remix)
+[Eminem] Remix!
+
+[50 Cent]
+Yeah, I'm tryin to catch me somethin
+A little jux or somethin
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Nigga that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me?
+Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
+
+[Verse 1]
+You wan' spray at me go 'head; the last nigga that tried
+Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
+Your lil' sister callin me stupid, reason why
+Her and your momma in the living room now hogtied
+I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait
+Got a brand new cig in that ol' 38
+I be schemin to put a lil' bread on my plate
+Watch and dress shirts, stomp through a hole in the cake
+I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day
+You thought I really want it you pussy? Bitch please
+This is stashhouse, jackpot, there go them ki's
+My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana
+Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
+I'm serious man, I'm so sincere
+This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffrey's career
+Make money, take money, yeah nigga, YEAH
+[Hook]
+
+[Interlude: 50 Cent]
+I get mine the fast way, the ski mask way
+Make money, make money money money
+Nigga if you ask me, this the only way
+Take money, take money money money
+
+[Verse 2]
+Who's that peepin in my window?
+WOW - the feds on me now
+They know when I'm sleepin, they know when I'm wake
+I know they got my phone tapped, I'm screamin fuck Jake
+I'm tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
+Bad News, VA - now that sounds great
+I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up
+This town's one big pussy, waitin to get fucked
+I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats
+They charge me 500 apiece for two macs
+Then I'm back doin me, back out on the spree
+Catch me and niggas slippin out pumpin that D
+Get me a little crew I'll have 'em pumpin for me
+The more product I take the more paper we see
+Change my name, in NY they don't know where I be
+Yeah a nigga doin dirt, but a nigga low-key
+[Hook]
+
+[Interlude]
+
+...
+{*gun cocks* - *BLAM!*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hands up high (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent]
+New-York City. I am New-York City !
+I’m the American dream ! I’m 50 Cent ! Hahahaha
+You don't believe me ? Trust me, it will be shots flying ! Men DOWN
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+Man I run this rap shit
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+R.I.P. to 2Pac
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+Nigga roll that good shit
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+(Here we go!)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You wanna dance, let's dance nigga
+I'll take you to the prom
+I'm armed, tre pound in my palm
+I'm calm nigga, my mama made a baby boy
+The hood made a man, my first 14 grams took that and made a grand
+I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy
+You faked your death, hater fuckin comin from pussy
+I'll have like EE II EE II UH OH, after the fo-fo blow I get low
+That's how I go like a pro, it's a rap, I'm a ghost
+And you smoke like a roach, you been clapped
+And the fact there's no comin' back from that
+I'm the last of my breed
+Mo henny, no weed, just my vest and my semi
+In the back of the Bentley, I'm a nas and a rase
+I'm there and I'm gone
+My lawyers are strong, and my money is long
+So when I'm right, I'm right, and when I'm wrong, I'm right
+I'lll hit yo ass up right, nigga its nighty night!
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+Man I run this rap shit
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+R.I.P. to 2Pac
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+Nigga roll that good shit
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+(Here we go!)
+
+[Verse 2: Booba]
+Je prends le contrôle renoi, laisse le rap HS
+Diamant sur le HF, Pont de sèvre t'achève
+C'est trop cher pour toi ? J'achète
+Doigt sur la gâchette, pousse-toi ! hachek
+Lève lève lève tes mains en l'air, ton gun, ton revolver
+Le jack est dans mon verre, la chatte à sa grand-mère
+C'est panam panam, G-unit, 92 izi clik de macaques
+Million d'euros cash sous le clic-clac
+Rien de banal, je ne suis pas très halal
+Passe le cash ou le banana ou la clik te passe le salam
+C'est boulbi au micro, c'est Brazza c'est Mala
+Ne me cherche pas négro car je ne suis pas là
+T’es synonyme de défaite, je n'compte plus mes prouesses
+Élevé parmi les wesh wesh, nos flingues viennent d'URSS
+Tu veux savoir qui suis-je ? Où est-ce ?
+Les suceurs de queue plus ils m'aiment plus je les déteste
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
+Man I run this rap shit
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+R.I.P. to 2Pac
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+Nigga roll that good shit
+(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
+(Here we go!)
+
+-------------------------------------------------------------
+Paroles rédigées et expliquées par la communauté RapGenius FranceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nah Nah Nah[Inro]
+Got the shotgun
+Got the handgun
+Got the paper in my Nike box
+Burn the haze up
+You better raise up
+Before you get ya punk ass shot
+
+[Chorus]
+We hunt them down
+We gun them down
+Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
+Don't fuck around, the tre pound
+Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah
+We on the trip, fuck up a flip
+100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
+We on this shit, we spit a clip
+That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Yeah I run the town like a marathon
+Trackstar, trapstar
+Teflon shock plate, front and back hah
+P90 Ruger talk, .38 Special flow
+Hollow tip, hottest shit, flyest nigga in New York
+C-4 in the function in the bomb, niggas fronting
+I got it like they want, so they hating when I'm stunting
+I'm hot now, I'm bigger than the block now
+Rolls drop, top down
+Lambo, top down
+Violate, get shot down
+I live by the codes you follow
+I jooks some nigga 'fore I beg or borrow
+I come from the street where there's strong and there's weak
+And when the strong hungry, the weak something to eat
+[Chorus]
+We hunt them down
+We gun them down
+Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
+Don't fuck around, the tre pound
+Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah
+We on the trip, fuck up a flip
+100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
+We on this shit, we spit a clip
+That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+This rap shit is fake if you really wanna ask me
+I'm in the projects with a bitch like Cassie
+Drop top Mayback, the roof all glassy
+Level two vest on cause niggas wanna blast me
+I'm a menace to society, that's what the judge said
+My kinda money leave the DA and the judge dead
+Shorty turned 5 and he rep that 5
+Shorty just turned 6 and he rep that 6
+I got my crack and my four four
+The four in the morning
+Gas up the truck, fuck global warming
+My money be foreign, my cars be foreign
+Its pedal to the metal in them Air Force Jordans
+[Chorus]
+We hunt them down
+We gun them down
+Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
+Don't fuck around, the tre pound
+Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah
+We on the trip, fuck up a flip
+100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
+We on this shit, we spit a clip
+That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah
+
+[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
+Yeah
+Four bitches in the european whip
+Set it off like Cleo
+Haitian bitches talking Creole
+?Rappers is feeding them all
+Triple header, christmas day
+Navy blue Phantom Ghost
+Box for the pistol play
+Why comrade Mary overdose on MJ?
+Why Big ain't have a bullet proof truck like me?
+Why the club shot up?
+What the fuck you expect?
+They don't search niggas buying bottles at Juliet!
+Yeah, I just left Southside, I'm to the borough west side (??)
+Money team to the dream, haters trynna strategize
+We work hard, they say it come easy
+Bitch blow me in the coupe, yeah I cum easy
+[Chorus]
+We hunt them down
+We gun them down
+Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
+Don't fuck around, the tre pound
+Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah
+We on the trip, fuck up a flip
+100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
+We on this shit, we spit a clip
+That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+United Nations[Hook]
+Ah, I got big bags of paper I’mma spend
+We gon' do it how we do it, then do the shit again
+You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna win
+We’re celebrating like a nigga home fresh out the pen
+
+[Verse 1]
+I’m on, bitches all on my John
+To get bread and don’t blow bread, the fuck is the point
+Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
+Pop a x and the blue pill then wreck a bitch
+I like it raw, uh baby, uh baby, I like it raw
+Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow
+The morning after, plan b, no kids involved
+Please no kids involved
+I put that money in the vault bitch usain bolt
+Progress…make a deal then blow mills for real
+Time’s a wasting, you watching my watch, ha
+You old school, huh, jocking my style
+
+[Hook]
+
+I don’t give a flying fuck, I always make bail
+Motherfuck an award, check Forbes, i’m there
+Not once, every year
+Even when I take a break, my pockets is in shape
+I’m back off a vacation
+Can you believe it, I been getting paid on vacation
+Yeah, i’ma keep niggas forever hating
+They thought i’m going down
+Now look, i’m levitating
+I’m with Deepak meditating
+In Somalia & Kenya with United Nations
+Funding the world food program
+Finna solve world hunger, god damn
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Got Swag[Produced by Dual Output]
+
+[Hook]
+I don't really think she want me back then, she want me now
+She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style
+I got swag now, I got paper, I'm rolling in the dough, I'm caked up
+I got swag now, I got paper, I'm swimming in the dough, I'm caked up
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was a real bum now I'm really rich, kid
+I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit
+The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm
+It's why you're not me; nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
+She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
+Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
+It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
+Big doofy gat, hit you in your kufi hat
+You know me, I told your ass in '03 "Get Rich or Die"
+G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky
+Pick an island on the map, I been to it
+Shorty wanna try anal, her friends do it
+Wrists rocked up shining, flawless diamonds
+You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and
+On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringing sexy back
+Louis belt wrapped around right where the TEC be at
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Getting paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone
+One false move and clap, now your brain's gone
+You like me, you aight with me; me? I'm into me
+I destroy my enemies even if they're kin to me
+Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread
+Say something slick out your mouth I'll come for your head
+She likes me more than you can imagine
+Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant
+Closest I'mma get to heaven in this lifetime
+Is right below her waist in between her thighs
+Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her
+And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her
+See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together
+Oh, you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever
+We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferrari's
+I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+You want me? I want you - plug one? Plug two
+I'm infinitely special, girl
+The Lord's gonna bless you if you do what I tell you to do
+You want me? I want you - you want a Benz? I'll buy two
+You should want me like you want success
+Girl, with us together we'll be better than the best
+Why settle for less?
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bump Dat Street Mix[Tony Yayo]
+New Shit
+Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
+
+[HOOK: 50 Cent]
+Bump Dat
+Niggas try to stunt on my click
+Then when I get on that shit
+I bring it to 'em where they pump at
+12 Gauge mossberg
+No shell in the head
+Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
+You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices
+Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that
+This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin fun with it
+50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat
+
+[50 Cent]
+My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop"
+Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot"
+Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my Glock?
+Show 'em the clip
+Show 'em the beam
+Show 'em how Daddy lean
+In the convertible Jag
+22 inch mags
+For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bad
+I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang
+G-UNIT
+Shit, I done started my own gang
+I don't go that funny dance
+I don't throw gang signs
+But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
+Think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good
+Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man
+Carlito ain't never seen Blanco comin'
+But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin?
+And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs
+And leave you flat your back
+BRRAT
+Take that
+[HOOK]
+
+[Tony Yayo]
+I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
+Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
+Its hard to live, but its easy to die
+So I'm going through life lookin death in the eye
+These rappers ain't gun slingers
+They R&B singers
+G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas
+Minimum wage ain't gonna pay the rent
+Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print
+And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure
+I'm still on the strip with the fifth and my lever
+Its T-O-N-Y
+Stay with a semi
+Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry
+You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder
+My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger
+When the D's come around, I'mma swallow my crack
+Shit the work out later, and hit 'em with that
+If it's a direct sale
+I'mma change the bill
+Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille
+Look nigga we icey thugs
+We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves
+[HOOK]
+
+[Tony Yayo]
+Just havin fun with this rap shit, man
+It never stops
+My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street?
+And y'all ain't even hear the new shit
+Just keep goin' and goin' and goin'
+Motherfuckin' Duracell Battery
+It never stops
+Word up
+G-Unit
+Sha Money XLEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’ll Do Anything[Produced by Phonix Beats]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+This for the bitches, nigga
+I'll, do, anything for you
+I'll do anything you want me to (I'll do do do-do do do do)
+I'll do, anything (anything for you)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Me? I done been around the world six times
+A bad bitch in every part of the world's been mine
+But you can change me, baby, you can change me
+Oh shit, look, I'm already not the same, see?
+Shorty, you make me feel brand new
+I'm not running game, girl, I swear you do
+You're too cold to hold and too hot to handle
+Me and you girl there's nothing we can't do
+You like girls, I like girls too, we got something in common
+Now how the hell could that be a problem?
+Shorty let's laugh, let's dance, let's drink, let's fuck
+Right here, right now, shit, we only live once
+I should not be reprimanded, I cannot be blamed
+My lust on level 10, I'm trying to get it in
+I'll have you cumming down your candy walls
+Get it wetter than Niagara Falls 'til you climax, that's all
+[Hook]
+They think I'm a fool
+Cause I'd do so many things for you
+I'll, do anything, I'll, do anything
+But they don't know the reason
+It's why I do all the things I do for you
+I'll, do anything, I'll, do anything
+I'll do
+
+[Verse 2]
+I keep a bad bitch on deck
+We retro drinking, yeah, sippin' Moët
+Look man, my shawty got ass for days
+I smack it, sit and watch it wave
+When it's stress on my brain the head games relax the pain
+So good I get to buying her things
+Like tennis bracelets and chains, studs and diamond rings
+I'm giving her the finer things
+That's why she don't complain
+I kinda got her open, mane, I stroke that thing
+On different ends of the globe
+We international now, whoa
+
+[Hook]
+
+They think I'm a fool
+Cause I'd do so many things for you
+I'll, do anything, I'll, do anything
+But they don't know the reason
+It's why I do all the things I do for you
+I'll, do anything, I'll, do anything
+I'll do
+[Outro]
+That's me and you, you know? (I'll do)
+They ain't supposed to understand it (I'll do do do-do do do)
+You know I say some shit I ain't supposed to say
+But you know how I feel (I'll do)
+I should be a asshole whenever I feel like it (I'll do)
+After - look at the shit I bought you, man (I'll do do do-do do do)
+C'mon man, don't give me no headache, man
+You a bitch when you on your period, right? (I'll do)
+Don't come at me with that bullshit, man
+(I'll do, I'll do do do-do do do)
+Do anything for you, girl
+I'll do anythingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What Up Gangsta Pt 2[Intro]
+What up, Blood? (What?)
+What up, Cuz? (What?)
+What up, Blood? (What?)
+What up, gangsta?
+What up, Blood? (What?)
+What up, Cuz? (What?)
+What up, Blood? (What?)
+What up, gangsta?
+
+[Hook]
+This is how a gangsta sing the star spangled banner
+Pledge allegiance to the flag in a hardcore manner
+Blue bandana, clip, banana
+That nigga leaking, what the fuck you do, blood?
+Red bandana, clip, banana
+Big flashin’ ya clip, what the fuck you do, blood?
+
+[Verse]
+It’s the return of that gangsta gully shit
+Black Northface, braids up under my black skully, bitch
+I still feel chills when the narcs come
+My little homie scrap with the .40
+We come around there and spark something
+Let off half a clip, make ya whip lean
+You rock petty nigga shells
+It hit ya make ya softer than whipped cream
+Funny, things are never how shit seems
+You going H.A.M., we like damn, we don’t really want it, man
+Then pop right up on you, gun in hand
+This southside, muthafuckas get smoked here
+We’ll see if ya still tough when the smoke clears
+We at the hospital waiting to see the folks yeah
+[Hook]
+Blue bandana, clip, banana
+That nigga leaving, what the fuck you do, blood?
+Red bandana, clip, banana
+Big flashin’ ya clip, what the fuck you do, blood?
+Nigga, fuck that, you better put that work in
+You don’t want to, cool, you could get hurt then
+Red bandana, Blue bandana, clip, banana
+What the fuck is up, blood?
+
+[Outro]
+I just wanna remind ya niggas, I'll find ya niggas. It's 50. The architect. I build and destroy, boy.  Fuck with me if you wanna. Street king. SMS AUDIOEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fire[Produced by Dr. Dre]
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I make it hotter,  friction turns to fire
+You're what I desire, I'm coming to get you, girl
+That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
+You're just my type, you're what I like
+I bring that heat, you heard me right
+Everywhere I go, go, let's go
+Something new, it's another episode
+Music bumping, sweat dripping on the danceflo'
+I like it when shorty get to backing it back
+When she do it like that, I don't know how to act
+
+[Bridge]
+Now work it
+Go ahead grind it on me, that's perfect
+I'll pay to play if it's worth it
+My phone when you want me you can chirp it
+Now get to work, kid
+
+[Bridge: Young Buck]
+Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
+If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
+Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
+Baby girl tell me you can handle it
+[Hook: Nicole Scherzinger]
+Wel, if you want it let's go
+I got that fire (So hot I burn it down)
+Act like you already know
+I got that fire (Cause I'm the flyest chick around)
+You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
+So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
+'Til the Fire Marshall come shut down the spot
+I have the club jam packed everytime I rock
+These other niggas ain't got the style I got
+I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
+You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
+Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
+Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
+You wanna party, let's party, you wanna freak be a freak
+You wanna creep we can creep tell me where should we meet
+So you can
+
+[Bridge: Young Buck]
+Take these bricks and break 'em down
+If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
+Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
+Baby girl tell me you can handle it
+[Hook: Nicole Scherzinger]
+Wel, if you want it let's go
+I got that fire (So hot I burn it down)
+Act like you already know
+I got that fire (Cause I'm the flyest chick around)
+You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
+So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Now are you really ready
+I said, are you really ready
+I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
+I have the ice on, stuntin heavy
+I got a helluva flow, you should already know
+Sold over 30 million records already
+It's the third time around, you know how I get down
+I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around
+
+[Bridge]
+Now work it
+Go ahead grind it on me, that's perfect
+I'll pay to play if it's worth it
+My phone when you want me you can chirp it
+Now get to work, kidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’ll Whip Ya Head Boy (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Fame]
+Mo-P's, G-Unit, nigga
+Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lil' Fame]
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Oh), you know I will (Yeah)
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Brownsville up in this bitch, nigga), with the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Brooklyn up in this bitch, nigga), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy, yo' ass could get killed (Bitch nigga)
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will (I ain't battlin', nigga)
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), with the back of the steel (Don't wanna battle you, nigga, uh-uh)
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled (Get fucked up, nigga)
+I'll whip yo' head, boy, yo' ass could get killed (Ahh), look
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Fame, Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
+The first nigga that scream G-Unot to me
+I'ma stomp yo' ass out with the Gortex beef and broccoli's
+Somebody talk to homie, tell him I don't play ball (Say it, kid)
+You fuckin' with them Saratoga hackers off a St. Marks (G-Unit)
+Nigga mad 'cause he went AWOL
+But First Family is Fifth La Familia, all day, y'all
+So go 'head and start a beef, yo' ass'll get popped
+With a hot one 'cause we ain't blazin' hip-hop and R&B
+I ain't a New York City ho that get pistol whipped
+Then stripped for your jewels then I'ma rock 'em in the next video (Brooklyn)
+You know how M.O.P. do it
+We hold the block like that 'cause we don't rock like that (Uh, uh, uh)
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.]
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Woof)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back
+That's four niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
+The voice in my head say, "Fuck all these niggas"
+Then I start thinkin', "I should rob all these niggas"
+Man, my homies, they wan' do whatever I wan' do
+I'll say I wanna eat, they say, "Shit, we wanna eat, too"
+Let's ride around, find a nigga stuntin' on Front Street
+With the shines on niggas be lookin' like lunch meat
+I run up on a nigga, pop, one on the floor
+Tell 'em come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
+Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is
+I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.]
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Woof)
+[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
+From the midst of the dark, barkin', it's Bill Gates
+From the behind the bodega with two eights, I mean
+With intentions of settin' yo' ass straight, I mean
+Yo' ass leakin', bleedin', reachin' for faith, I mean
+You barely breathin', with your soft-survivin' ass
+What happened to your hood vibe with your good ridin' ass?
+What happened to the gangsta that you see on TV? (It was expected)
+That's 'cause it was projected in 3D (Come on)
+And you don't wanna see me comin', lettin' that Mac spit (Blam)
+Send a nigga to a semi back flip (Blam)
+Saratoga Ave., nigga, act sick (Blam)
+M.O.P. doin' this rugged rap shit
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, M.O.P. & Young Buck]
+I'll whip yo' head, boy, you know I will
+I'll whip yo' head, boy, wit' the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Ooh)
+
+[Verse 4: Young Buck]
+I got his homies screamin', "Buck you need to calm down"
+Niggas be gettin' killed every time you come around (Yeah)
+We ran up in his crib, made his mama kiss the ground
+She askin' God, "What my baby done did now?"
+I'm taking everything, jewelry, I want it all
+Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Give me that, nigga)
+Fuck waitin', we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow (Huh)
+So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
+I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star (Rap star)
+Jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar (Woah)
+The MAC'll have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
+And I'ma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault
+March, nigga, step (Step), right, nigga, left (Left)
+G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' to my death, motherfucker
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.]
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
+I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Double Up[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
+Yeah
+It is what it is, son, niggas can’t stand it
+It’s my fifth lap, a nigga been round and round the planet
+Shorty said ‘Welcome to Miami'
+Her friends sayin 'Welcome to Miami'
+Jet-skies, the yacht, the hawk in the backyard
+Back to back Porshes, a nigga go that hard
+I love money, nigga this is drug money
+Laundromat, spin cycle, make it snow money
+Beef nothin’ to a nigga, nigga I’m comfy'
+Throw a hundred racks on a bitch, I told ya she want me
+If I want the ho, I get the ho, fuck the ho then forget the ho
+Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent
+I’m a fly nigga on or off, yeah I buy fly shit
+Presidential rolly nigga tell me now, can you buy that?
+I’m the biggest nigga Southside seen since Fat Cat
+I tell a nigga suck a dick quick cause I’m strapped back
+
+[Hook - 50 Cent]
+I make it double up, few blocks of raw
+I, I, I did it, I got to get more
+I make it double up, baking soda galore
+Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor
+I make it double up
+Aye bring me that pyrex
+Get the baking soda, the ice
+I'mma show you how you do this shit
+You think I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’m doin
+[Verse 2 - Hayes]
+We on the other side of the border chilling with drug lords
+Tryin put a order in during the drug wars
+Jay said this is what happens when you disrespect one of us
+And cut a muhfucka head off right in front of us
+That’s when I said i’m going back to cali
+My man said he going back to cali
+I know some Mexicans in Arizona I’m cool with
+I’d rather slang that than come and deal with this bullshit
+‘cause I ain't gonna budge
+Pay me or die g, dog, it ain't no love
+Niggas know who they owe
+My number ain’t changed bitch
+Front door service put one in your brain quick
+Could've put it right in your chest close range shit
+Watch you die slow let you know who you playin' with
+Fuck all that swearin' to god, promise and prayin' shit
+I ain't a big sob story fan, I'm spraying shit
+12 gauge, AR-15, AK'n shit
+Passenger seat's gon' get killed, I'm sayin' this princ-i-pals
+We don't draw the line at drug dealing, we crim-i-nals
+Goin' all out
+Before I say you played me I’ll go in ya'll house
+And get killed there or blow your fucking brains out
+You gotta bring your ass to get some
+You gotta make cash to spend some
+And I ain’t a victim mothafucka
+HayesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Collapse (G Unit Freestyle)[Intro]
+{*Gunshots*}
+50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath
+The Dream team
+We gotta get the get well cards
+Niggas is sick
+Feel this {*gunshots*}
+Motion picture shit
+Hahaha!
+
+[Verse]
+Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular
+I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya
+Catch you slipping I'ma give you what I got for ya
+My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
+You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe
+'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 an animal with it, when I spit it, it's crazy
+Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas trying to play me
+One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me
+After four bottles of Dom, the kid start feeling woozy
+I write my life
+You write what you see in gangsta movies
+I'm gangsta to the core, nigga, you can't move me
+I find my space at the top
+I got this rap shit locked
+I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you
+Spit shells through your convertible Lotus you notice
+Rich or poor, hollows still go through your door
+This is war
+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, homie, homie... yeah!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Clue/50Yeah nigga
+We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
+We gonna smoke this shit
+And I'mma drink a lot a water
+And I'mma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out
+I'm smoking this shit, aight?
+Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
+Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
+Frankie cut crack
+Lance hold the Mac
+If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's
+Lance cut the crack heads
+He popped up
+Thought he was locked up
+Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
+Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
+Coupe missin the roof
+He like "What up, 50?"
+I'm like "What up with you"
+Lance had a reputation that was well earned
+Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
+Out there in Redfern
+At the dice game, he rolled a headcrack in a crack
+I'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back"
+Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
+I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
+Asked about BONE
+Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
+Seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
+His man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
+Cause he looked the way I look
+When I look for a jooks
+Bitch
+Motherfucker
+Teamwork, work hard nigga
+50 cent
+Rotten Apple
+G-UNIT
+Lloyd Banks
+Tony Yayo, nigga
+
+Hey what up, nigga
+You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
+Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga
+Shoot that nigga, 50!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Part Time Lover[Intro]
+I just wanna tell you you're special..
+You know I meet a lot of beautiful women..
+But you.. You make me feel good..
+
+So Good..
+It's hard to describe you ya know..
+It's everything about you I mean.. damn!
+You make me feel good..!!
+
+[Hook]
+When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya
+I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
+I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
+At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
+Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
+You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
+She likes you, like I like you
+I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
+
+[Verse 1]
+Its more than your body baby damn its your brain
+You make me wanna kiss you like Baby kiss Wayne
+And make you call me daddy like Baby do Wayne
+Damn that shit sounds gay, its insane
+I guess that's the price the lil nigga pays for fame
+But baby dim the lights now, here more my lifestyle
+I'm heterosexual, I wanna get next to you
+I may be get in to you, that's what finna do
+Girl you in my house, my tongue in your mouth
+My fourplay better then ok, no dought
+We got our own thing, see you are my bitch
+Just don't ask question about Ciara and shit
+You saw the video, you heard the radio
+They said its me and C, you want it to be you and me
+That was jus a rumor, come and gimme kisses
+Then clean this place up, go on and wash the dishes
+[Hook]
+When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya
+I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
+I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
+At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
+Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
+You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
+She likes you, like I like you
+I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
+
+[Verse 2]
+Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
+Say some fly shit and ima black your f**kin eye
+Fab said your pussy and made him better
+So assumin you a hustla and you get that chedda
+Go suck it like superhead, deep throat that super dick
+Then come back with big bread, see you's a trooper kid
+T-Pain must be psychic he saying what I think
+Im by the bar now bitch buy me a drink
+Go on and wipe me down, I bet you like me now
+Mo then you eva did this is real shit (Ay Bay Bay)
+This is why Im hot, yea this is why Im hot
+We can party like a rockstar nonstop
+Here's what she told ya boy, she likes that soulja boy
+She cranked up the ten, cruisin in the benz
+I thought you changed girl, but you the same girl
+Usher and R. Kelly you had the best of both worlds
+[Hook]
+When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya
+I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
+I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
+At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
+Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
+You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
+She likes you, like I like you
+I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
+
+I only need your love part time.. be my part time loverr..
+Ya know..
+Some men require love from 9 to 5..
+I require love from 12 to 4..
+12 at night to 4 in the morning.. and then we leave the hotel..
+Its short stay baby..
+Its 50..
+Im fellin to move to Atlanta man..
+Pack my bags.. Take my solders wit me..
+You know Ima feel like hip hop is seen down dere..
+Oh because I run New York.. I told you..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Baby by Me (Original)[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
+Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
+Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire
+Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire
+
+[Bridge: Jovan Dais]
+Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off
+Climb right out of my clothes
+Want me to break you off, I'll break you off
+'Til your love come down on yo' walls
+I'm extremely focused, sweatin I'm strokin
+I better get you open
+I'll leave your headboard broken, you think I'm jokin
+I bet I'll get you open
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+First it's her neck, yeah then her back
+Yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that
+Girl I'll perform for ya, like a porno star
+'Til ya had enough then I just need a little bit more
+New music, new move, new position
+New erotic sounds, it's goin down now listen
+I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin I can paint a perfect picture
+I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya
+I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby
+Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe
+Your sex drive, it match my sex drive
+Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR, right?
+Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
+You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
+I'll use my tongue baby, I'll leave you sprung maybe
+I'll have ya head spinnin sayin "50's so crazy"
+[Bridge] + [Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Girl I want you to give me what you got then give me more
+Baby you could start on top or all fours
+You know I like it, when you get into it
+Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
+Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated
+Drunk off my love, call the Hennessy thug
+Passion you're laughin, I'll make you smile on the regular
+Tell me what you want, shorty that's what I'mma get for ya
+I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed
+I need you to maybe give me a seed
+I need you to give me reason to breathe
+I need you, I'm tellin you so now you know what I need
+I'd be ya part-time or full-time lover, significant other
+Don't matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter
+Girl you could get it however you wan' get it
+I'm feelin you, still I'm tellin you right now, get it
+
+[Bridge] + [Hook]
+
+[50 Cent - during bridge]
+Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off
+Want me to break you off, I'll break you offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Round Here[50 Cent]
+
+It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right
+It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right
+Everybody know that
+
+[Verse 1]
+
+Doin' good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
+Trey-eights, trey-pounds and .44's solve 'em
+I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
+Your man gangsta? Me too
+Go on and get 'em bitch
+I just bought new toast to spit
+Next nigga gettin gully gettin' laid out quick
+Where ever ribs is touchin' niggas is gettin hurt
+Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work
+Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga
+So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga
+I know you love the way the Gally beat bump
+Got you license plate rattlin' all over your trunk
+I confuse these chumps with my style, dog
+I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin BK hard
+I sound like I move bricks uptown
+Or like a thug from the Bronx who stays with a 4-pound
+Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga)
+I'm a Guiness Book nigga
+[Hook 2x]
+
+We don't play that pussy shit 'round here
+You can get your fuckin wig split down here
+Don't be reppin' where you come from too much around here
+You can get your fuckin cap filt
+
+Queens, nigga!
+Brooklyn
+
+[Verse 2]
+
+If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club?
+So niggas I done stuck up could cut me he fuck up, nah
+I'm outside to jump off in a Benz jeep
+4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat
+Niggas think they want beef
+They don't want beef
+They find out that somebody they love (is) layin' in the street
+When you rap, you keep it gangsta dog it's all good
+Just don't go poppin that shit in the wrong hood
+Where I'm from the young boy'll come and try ya nigga
+Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga
+If you thinkin we thirsty cuz, we right
+We lookin at your watch and chain like that's an S-type
+Promoter sayin "don't play 50 in the club"
+Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up (what)
+I don't where you from and I don't care
+But nigga we don't play that pussy shit round here
+[Hook 2x]
+
+The only Spanish I know is "coño, cállate la boca puta",
+"no inglés, no inglés" motherfuckers will shoot ya'
+The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
+We don't talk that "mira, mira" bullshit around here
+Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood
+Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin 'good'. ("Good for him")
+Fuck ya'll, ya' ain't got to like me
+I get knocked, ya'll nigga ain't got to write me
+I'm on the same bullshit I been on
+It's the same bullshit ya' niggas need to get on
+Y'all shit sound too commercial
+Come cruisin' through the hood mother fuckers will hurt you
+You should know when and when not to flash jewels
+Cause niggas will run up on y'all fools and flash you
+They want your money, the watch, and you tennis shoes
+"I ain't gotta tell ya not to move
+Ya know the rules!"
+
+[Hook 1x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+After My Chedda[Intro]
+Yeah, Shout out to Chris Lighty! Violator!
+You know how I put it down when I put it down nigga, let's go!
+
+[Hook]
+When you frown at me is it because I won't 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
+
+[Verse 1: 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 ain't 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
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+When you think about me grinding my fans
+You either got more than one watch on or 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
+[Hook]
+
+Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
+They say money make the world go round
+Material things make a ho 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
+
+[Outro]
+Look don't ask me for shit man
+I ain't 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!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Funk Flex (Guess Who’s Back Freestyle)Funk Flex
+Yeah, G-Unit
+You understand whats about to happen?
+Huh .. huh? (do you understand?)
+
+[Hook]
+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
+
+[Verse]
+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 didn't 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
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+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'monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Remain Calm (Al Qaeda Bomb)[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Try to remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Pocket full of green, green in the bong
+That bitch with the bow-legged stance turning me on
+Two mil' timepiece, rainbow Tourbillon
+Niggas still want me dead like Osam'
+But they ain't gon' make it they come at me wrong
+Them niggas all workers, I'll smack the shit out they bosses
+Ferrari, I'm stronger than 500 horses
+Money is power, you niggas better wake up
+My ear rings blinking, that's old shit from Jacob
+Add it up, four plus four, that's eight karats
+You can't run and get you a bill, you ain't got it
+Blackjack we do that, ten grand a hand
+You can get shot fucking with Floyd, that's my man
+Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the Money Team
+Pinky ring flawless, my God I'm gorgeous
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, ho remain calm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, don't ring the alarm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, nigga remain calm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb
+[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
+I'm chilling like a villain while I'm dealing, I am
+Ruling while I'm cooling with my tool in my hand
+Post up, coast up, this is my life, bitch
+Up close on ya, you'll get stuck with a knife, bitch
+Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
+Got a lot of hoes, but Charlene that's my white bitch
+The rest of my bitches, nah they ain't gon' like this
+But I don't give a fuck cause they all love this nightstick
+But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
+Collar popped up, cool as the Fonz
+Motherfucker! Have a seat and loosen up
+Get a glass of some gin, now juice it up, deuces up
+See it's a line there for a reason
+And if you cross it, no more breathing, ya leaving
+Believe it - we understand each other?
+Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in ya, brother - ya dig?
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, ho remain calm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, don't ring the alarm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, nigga remain calm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb
+[Verse 3: Precious Paris]
+Four fifth on that shit, that Glock copped to ya face
+My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan' taste
+Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out
+Six inch DaVinci's, a bitch finna act out
+Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like
+I know what the bread like, my butt give y'all headlight
+Shine like I shine, night or daytime
+But Nah, na na na na
+Make a nigga wan' buy everything I say buy - ma na na na na
+Get wet, I got that comeback, that crack
+My assets is my ass, jack
+Stun, I tell my niggas right where yo stash at
+You fucking with a Southside bitch, I go where the money go
+I'm madam put on a stroll, Get my money ho
+Catch me in Ferragamo or Dolce & Gabbana
+Or [?], I'm B squared up, what
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, ho remain calm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, don't ring the alarm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, nigga remain calm
+Remain calm, you fucking with a don
+Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bombEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Both Think Alike[Intro: 50 Cent & Olivia]
+Yeah, 50, Olivia
+We both think alike
+We both think alike, uh-oh!
+
+[Hook]
+Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
+(We both think alike, hell yeah!)
+If you invite me in I'll come take it off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
+(We both think alike, hell yeah!)
+If you invite me in I'll come take it off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm not gon' waste ya time talkin 'bout shit that you know
+I'm so hood that even when I try to hide it, it shows
+I be grindin' girl I'm focused, I be gettin' my dough
+You know that If It ain't the flow, than it comes from the O's
+Plus a nigga like a pimp when it comes to the hoes
+Every hood, every city all the gangsta's now
+Front on me, and you'll be gettin' hit up fa sho
+I make it hot when it's twenty muthafuckin' below
+See wit' me in VIP you can twist and blow
+When the champagne finished baby, order some mo'
+Keep a eye on you close while you out on the floor
+Doin ya move will have a nigga's greased if it's a swole
+If ya ready to roll shorty, we can just roll
+When you ready to go, I'll be ready to go
+See everything I do, I do on the low
+So anything we do, nobody will know
+[Hook]
+Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
+(We both think alike, hell yeah!)
+If you invite me in I'll come take it off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
+(We both think alike, hell yeah!)
+If you invite me in I'll come take it off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now look, I know you into the shiny things
+The platinum, the chains, and the diamond rings
+The twenty-four inch chrome on the range
+I see you when you crouch by ya window pane
+Now shorty, me and you we came up the same
+The fact before rap, I ain't have a thing
+I hustled, got my weight up, now I'm sittin on change
+I mean I got money out the ass, maine
+When niggas get the beefin', I be laughin'
+Cause I can send my homies through to blast them
+Stick 'em with the hump, or just slash 'em
+"Now fool are you crazy?" Is what we ask 'em
+But back to me and you shorty, decide, think
+First I'll put the burnin', it's the g-string (uh-oh!)
+Leave it up to me, we can do it my way (uh-oh!)
+And get straight to it, skip the fore play (uh-oh!)
+[Hook]
+Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
+(We both think alike, hell yeah!)
+If you invite me in I'll come take it off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
+(We both think alike, hell yeah!)
+If you invite me in I'll come take it off
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
+
+[Outro]
+(We both think alike, oh-oh!)
+(We both think alike)
+(We both think alike, oh-oh!)
+(We both think alike, oh-oh!)
+(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
+(We both think alike)
+(We both think alike, oh-oh!)
+(We both think alike, oh-oh!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Crown[Intro: Sizzla, 50 Cent]
+They can't keep a good man down
+Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
+Keep the vibes and I stood my grounds
+They will never ever take my crown, nah
+They will never ever take my crown, nah
+They will never ever take my crown, nah
+
+I'm still shit, I meet y'all ready
+Fuck around will be reading your obituary
+My whip clean, my watch gleam
+9 karats ho, that's what I call a pinky ring
+Don't even trick, my heart cold
+I'm round the globe, I'm on parole
+I ball hard, I go hard
+They say I'm grimy, up to no good
+Oh god
+Shawty work that, we should work that
+She a canna, she damn close to perfect
+I might want stunt, throw a hunned racks
+Get my man strapped, he gonn get my money back
+
+I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
+I'm shitting on these niggas like they knew I would
+I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
+I'm shitting on these niggas like they knew I would
+Who Jah bless I say no man curse
+Things get better when they thought it would be worst
+Here comes the officer asking for ah search
+They found no weapons just only a draw first
+They found no weapons just only a draw first
+They found no weapons just only a draw first
+
+Gram after gram, time after time
+I got the grind
+I can't help it, I gotta shine
+I do it big, you stupid big
+I could fit like half the projects in my crib
+You stick around, I'm outta here
+You on the ground, I'm in the lear
+I love yachts, a 9 boats
+Either way, come a nigga got you picking dough
+They done made me mad, now I'm in my bad
+And I'm back with the strap catch a case be the case
+Rich nigga swag
+Every step I take, every lil itsy bitsy move I make
+Turn the big bags a birthday cake
+I can even fit this shit in my safe
+Wait!
+
+Got more money coming, try not to hate
+Why you think a nigga in and out a state?
+I'm a pro, I'mma low when I operate
+I get the bread, I blow the bread
+I'm flashing, I'm shining
+I get the bread, I blow the bread
+My bitches, my diamonds
+Who Jah bless I say no man curse
+Things get better when they thought it would be worst
+Here comes the officer asking for ah search
+They found no weapons just only a draw first
+They found no weapons just only a draw first
+They found no weapons just only a draw firstEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Surrounded by Hoes[Intro]
+Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah!
+
+[Chorus]
+Everywhere I'm at, everywhere I go (Uh-uh)
+I stay surrounded by hoes
+Even when I'm tryna be on the low
+I'm recognized by hoes
+Man, it's gotta be 'cause of the dough
+It's got to be 'cause of the dough
+'Cause the game sure wasn't like this before (Uh-uh)
+It wasn't like this before (Wooh)
+Everywhere I'm at, everywhere I go (Come on)
+I stay surrounded by hoes (Uh-uh)
+Even when I'm tryna be on the low (Yeah)
+I'm recognized by hoes
+Man, it's gotta be 'cause of the dough (Yeah, it's 'cause of the dough)
+It's got to be 'cause of the dough
+'Cause the game sure wasn't like this before
+It wasn't like this before
+
+[Verse]
+50 Cent, I'm makin hits now
+Don't try an act like you ain't heard, I'm the shit now
+Some bitches changed, 'cause they know I'm fittin to blow
+You should see how they react when I come through the door
+In the club my niggas, we fittin to ball out, drink till we fall out
+Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out
+Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out
+I'll have your punk ass on the dance floor tryna crawl out
+I had bad luck, then my luck changed up
+You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up
+You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'm makin a killin
+These other rap niggas just catching feelings (Uh-uh)
+[Chorus]
+Everywhere I'm at, everywhere I go (Wooh)
+I stay surrounded by hoes
+Even when I'm tryna be on the low (I'm on the low)
+I'm recognized by hoes
+Man, it's gotta be 'cause of the dough (Gotta be)
+It's got to be 'cause of the dough
+'Cause the game sure wasn't like this before
+It wasn't like this before
+
+[Outro]
+Haha, yeah
+Yeah that's it nigga, what the fuck you thought?
+I ain't giving niggas more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle
+The fuck you want for free, man?
+Y'all niggas be wanting a lot for free man
+Fuck them other niggas, other niggas can't rap
+That's why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing, man
+You know what I mean
+Fuck that shit, man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night
+Haha, the fuck, man?
+Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork
+We work hard, nigga, 50 CentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Crazy (God’s Plan)[Hook]
+If you think you can fuck with 50
+You got to be cra-zeeeee
+I won't do a joint wit'chu, no matter how much
+Your label try an' pay meeeee
+I'm on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath
+And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy
+It's simple, I see you'd like to be me
+Y'all niggas, can't fade meeeee
+
+[50 Cent]
+I could be a gentleman or gangster, the bitch done chose
+Got semi-autos to put holes in, nigga's and hoes
+My wrist all froze, for flicks I pose
+Fiends sample my D's and those, I suppose that's about a 9
+So far the grands stack for niggas sniffin white lines
+Sell anything under the sun to get mines, I'm gon' shine
+Stunt for the summer, H2 Hummer, got paper now I'm picky
+Change the rims, drape the watch, trade the Timbs, I upgrade
+Now I'm paid - catch me in the Trump Tower lobby
+Strokin' other niggas hoes is my hobby
+Treat me like Kemosabe, suck me baby
+I roll with Shady and Dr. Dre, ohhhh~!
+I'm down to, try my luck, see if I can fingerfuck in the truck
+G-5, 50 so live
+Soon as my zipper go down her eyes wide
+Got her in the telly on the bed with her hands tied, wooo!
+[Hook]
+If you think you can fuck with 50
+You got to be cra-zeeeee
+I won't do a joint wit'chu, no matter how much
+Your label try an' pay meeeee
+I'm on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath
+And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy
+It's simple, I see you'd like to be me
+Y'all niggas, can't fade meeeee
+
+{*16 seconds of instrumental*}
+
+[Outro]
+"Is this what you want?"
+G-Unit, God's Plan!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get It Hot[Produced by The Black Keys]
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
+I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds)
+I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
+I get down, I get down
+
+[Bridge: Lloyd Banks]
+Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
+Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
+Get it, get it, get it hot
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Oh, I think she like me, hell yeah, she like me
+My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy
+She like it when I stunt, me I'm what she want
+I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread
+Got money out the asshole, the money on my head
+Don't mean nothing, I said don't mean nothing
+The Rosé in the Rover, I'm drinking and I'm driving
+That nigga try and get at me I'm pulling out and firing
+To see if I'm stunting, the piece it ain't nothing
+Royal fees ain't nothing, I just blow a little something
+Now shorty got a thing for me, she feel like I'm the shit
+My guess is I'm the kind of nigga she wanna be with
+[Hook: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
+Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
+Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
+Get it, get it, get it hot
+(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
+(She want me, why you think she on me?)
+Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
+Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
+Get it, get it, get it hot
+(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
+(She want me, why you think she on me?)
+Get it, get it, get it
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed
+She'll be an A student time she get out my bed
+I'm flashy, I'm rolling with the stones
+Get at me, I'm moving with the chrome
+A made man, a Don Corleone
+No matter where I'm at I'm doing what the fuck I want
+I'm shining, my wrists all canary
+Now try me, I keep a shooter near me
+I'm grinding like I ain't made my first mil'
+Like I ain't signed a first deal, like I ain't at the first meal
+I'm hungry, I really want it all
+Now watch me, I'll show you how to ball
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Life in the fast lane, fast car, fast cash
+Freak bitch, fast ass
+I'm where the money at, mane, fast on the draw
+Fast running from the law
+She like the bad boys, the bad boys, the bad boys
+She like the bad boys, the bad boys, the bad boys
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Lloyd Banks]
+Get it, get it, get it
+Get it, get it, get it
+Get it, get it, get itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cocaine[Intro]
+Where did you get this stuff?
+Columbia
+Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I do a line?
+Yeah, go ahead; fuck it, let's all do one
+{*All sniffing*}
+I can't feel my face
+I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it... inside
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke]
+Cocaine – I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin')
+Cocaine – Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (I got to eat)
+Cocaine – I got to get my money, you think shit is funny
+Me I'm 'bout my business (you're motherfuckin' right) – Cocaine
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Columbian girl, Peruvian chick
+She make the money roll and I love the bitch
+Know she ain't a virgin, but she pure
+For the right price I'll let you fuck with her raw
+A little like a pimp, I'm your pusher man
+She could make us both rich nigga, yes, she can
+You want your own spot, let's talk locations
+Then talk market and the public relations
+
+[Bridge: Robin Thicke & (50 Cent)]
+Everybody's watchin'
+But no one talks about it (shut your mouth)
+Right now – that's all it was, anything call it
+She said ''Sex just ain't the same without it''
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke]
+Cocaine – I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin')
+Cocaine – Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (I ain't stoppin')
+Cocaine – I got to get my money (I got to eat), you think shit is funny
+Me I'm 'bout my business – Cocaine
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Every little step I take (come on), you will be there
+Every little step I make (look, bitch), we'll be together
+So grateful (yeah), so faithful (uhh)
+Every gram in the hand's more paper (c'mon)
+I'll cut it, you sniff it, or smoke it, terrific
+
+[Bridge: Robin Thicke]
+Movie stars, models and blondes and cocaine
+New York, L.A. – 's all the same
+The angels look the other way
+'Cause they can understand my pain
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke]
+Cocaine – I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin')
+Cocaine – Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (naw, I ain't stoppin')
+Cocaine – I got to get my money (yeah), you think shit is funny (c'mon)
+Me I'm 'bout my business (business) – Cocaine
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+You niggas got a problem, yeah
+A big motherfucking problem
+At a minimum, I'ma have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfucking head, ya dig?
+Oh shit
+[Robin Thicke]
+Cocaine {*echoes*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gotta Get Mine[Hook]
+If I can't eat man if I can't shine
+Its just a matter of time
+Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
+Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE
+
+[Verse]
+You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas ain't got work
+Stains from my work, grape drink on my t-shirt
+Blowin' whites back and forth, beef boy was on the block
+Niggas watchin' bootleg flicks in the barber shop
+Tony he was up in it, talkin 'bout dis and dat
+Sayin niggas owe him money they gon' pay him or get clapped
+Man when it come to the bread niggas know what im about
+Nigga owe me 7 grams I'm tryna air his ass out
+Call the connect four times this nigga ain't callin' back
+All of sudden hes pumpin' now dat niggas ain't got crack
+Banks in the projects fuckin wit' bitches that fuck bitches
+Tryna get by her to give her sumthin' in her momma kitchen
+This rap shit just came to me son its like I be havin visions
+After being shot the fuck up I make better decisions
+I sat-back taught my soldiers how to re-act
+El took my trey pound and blew blacks heart out his back
+The beef don't mean nuttin' to me son I'm always in drama
+Shit I say in my rap is real I put that on my momma
+Say a prayer before I sleep, Lord bless me wit sum cake
+And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul he take
+[Hook]
+If I can't eat man if I can't shine
+Its just a matter of time
+Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
+Cuz I GOTTA GET MINEEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get The Money[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, 50
+I make it feel brand new
+Yes they tell me
+You make me feel brand new, ha ha
+Fuck with me, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+It go one for the money, two for the dough
+Three for the pimping now early with the hoes
+Four for my niggas running around with .44's
+Repping that five all the way live
+I got a style that reign supreme, Bentley made to lean
+Pull up say ''what up?'', make a major scene
+Stunt, flash the cream, nine laser beam
+It's hard to miss your team, just follow that dot then pop
+
+[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
+One for the money (get the money, get the money)
+Two for the show (it's showtime)
+Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go)
+One for the money (get the money, get the money)
+Two for the show (it's showtime)
+Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I'm a Southside nigga, you can come through and ask for me
+Systems thumping and pumping, 2Pac blast for me
+Cali show me love, but me I'm from the East
+I'm guessing I'm bi-costal when I'm on Dre beats
+I get paper, stack paper, blow paper (AHHH!)
+Make paper, take paper, I'm major (yeah)
+I cake up, new Jacob, nigga, wake up
+You owe straight up, pay up or get sprayed up
+[Verse 3: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
+M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with me (it's all good with me too, baby)
+Cause finally I can afford the life of luxury (let's get it, let's get it)
+And I remember in the day mamma had to work so hard (ahh man)
+Just to pay the rent, all the money spent
+Had to get another job (and another job)
+And now we're living in an eight room mansion on the hill
+(We grew up, I blew up)
+And we sipping on, sipping on champagne when we chill
+And we riding the Lex, Coupe, Beamers and the Benz (big Benz)
+All over the world from the East to the West coast we're making ends (ha ha!)
+See, we do it
+
+[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
+One for the money (get the money, get the money, yeah)
+Two for the show (it's showtime)
+Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go)
+One for the money (get the money, get the money)
+Two for the show (it's showtime)
+Three to get the honies (ha ha), here we go (here we go)
+
+[Verse 4: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
+The show is what we live for 'cause we love to sing
+We gonna freak you up and down (ha ha)
+It's how we do our thing (yeah)
+And to the ladies in the house tonight
+Looking fly, you got it right
+It's gonna be an after party and I've got to have somebody
+And take her to my eighteen room mansion on the hill (wooowee!)
+We'll be sipping on Champagne when we chill
+(Big money, big money, come on)
+And we're riding in the Lex, Coupe, Beamer and the Benz
+(What we riding in? Ha ha)
+All the players from the East to the West Coast, we're making ends
+This is why we do it
+[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
+One for the money (get the money, get the money)
+Two for the show (it's showtime)
+Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go)
+One for the money (get the money, money, money, money)
+Two for the show (yeah)
+Three to get the honies (take money money money), here we go
+One for the money (get the money, money, money, money)
+Two for the show, three to get the honies
+(take money money money money) here we go
+One for the money (big money money money money)
+Two for the show, three to get the honies
+(Get money money money money), here we go
+
+[Bridge: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
+Why we sing? Why we sing?
+It's the joy it brings (yeah), joy it brings
+You know that you like our style, the reason why, yeah
+(You gotta hear me when this shit is playing
+And I'm in the shower, man)
+The reason why we do what we do (you won't believe it, man)
+See we got a love for the music
+Simple as one, two, three, sing it
+
+[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
+One for the money, two for the show
+Three to get the honies (yeah), here we go
+(You gon' respect this man)
+One for the money, two for the show (this is that shit, right here)
+Three to get the honies, here we go
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Man, you gonna be able to play this tape
+Until I hear this shit coming outta every car, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Material Girl 2000[Intro]
+If a bitch don't like me
+Somethin' wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch)
+Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now?
+Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know
+Thats how the shit work, you know what I'm sayin'
+They supposed to love me now baby
+I'm doin' it now baby
+Hahahaha
+
+[Chorus]
+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?
+The money gonna make you sell your soul
+
+[Verse One]
+Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright
+Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons
+Talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope
+You 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 BBS
+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]
+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?
+The money gonna make you sell your soul
+
+[Verse Two]
+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]
+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?
+The money gonna make you sell your soul
+[Verse Three]
+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]
+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?
+The money gonna make you sell your soul
+[Outro]
+Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on...
+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...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+U Should Be Here{*this song borrows the beat and style from Raphael Saadiq's "Be Here"*}
+
+[Intro - Tony Yayo talking] *echo*
+YEAH!, you're rockin' wit the talk of New York
+Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent
+G-UNIT, and here we go!
+
+(*Saadiq sings "you should be here," and other parts of the song
+In the background throughout the intro and most of the song*)
+
+[50 Cent - Singing] - (Raphael Saadiq)
+You should be here wit me bitch
+You should come and make me rich
+Girl you know you need a pimp
+Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy)
+You should be here wit me bitch (ooh, ooh, girl)
+Girl you know you drive me crazy
+Bitch, (you should be here)
+
+[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
+Bright and early in the mornin' come up short with my money
+And for sure I'll kick your ass bitch [what you say]
+(You should be here) You fuckin' with them other niggas
+But you know you love the niggas, switch to a pimp bitch [BITCH]
+(You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes
+You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm "throwin them bows"
+(You should be here) Right here next to me
+Girl I know you tired of fuckin' for free [WOO, Sing along]
+[Hook 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
+(You should be here)
+You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call
+(You should be here)
+You should be down on your knees, tryin' to break me off [uh huh, uh huh]
+(You should be here)
+You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
+(Well I wish you were here)
+You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here)
+
+[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] {50 Cent}
+Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer
+I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho [Lloyd Banks]
+(You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner
+Niggas know, what, you wanna percentage, no {Hell no}
+(You should be here) Walkin' the track, rain, hail, sleet, snow
+Anythin' to speed up the process of the cash flow {gotta get that money man}
+(You should be here) Catchin' a date, and breakin'll keep me straight
+Even if you gotta take it in the ass hole {you take it in the ass}
+
+[Hook 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
+(You should be here) You should be that bitch that come [uh huh]
+Everytime I call [I told ya'll motherfuckers]
+(You should be here) You should be down on your knees
+Tryin' to break me off (you should be here)
+You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
+[Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga]
+You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind
+[Verse 3 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
+Uh, yeah, (you should be here)
+Look, I don't really need you, I get my dough, bitch
+I got some Coupe's, I got some jeeps, I got some mo' shit
+(You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos [uh huh]
+I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels
+(You should be here) I'm internationally known, man everybody know me
+Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie
+(You should be here), but you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C [C]
+Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP [yeah]
+
+[Hook 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing]
+(You should be), you should be here with me babe
+You should be here with me babe
+(You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along)
+Girl you know you drive me crazy
+(You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
+(Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
+You should be here
+
+[Outro - Tony Yayo - talking]
+I told ya'll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin' over this shit man (*echo*)
+(You should be here) We run the hood (*echo*)
+And we run these motherfuckin' offices (*echo*)
+Ya'll be wiling (*echo*)
+(you should be here) If ya'll hear (*echo*), the fuckin' (*echo*)
+Chase these crackers that's cuttin' us right now
+(You should be here) Man you still local
+I'm out the hood man (*echo), C'mon
+[Hook 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing]
+You should be), you should be here with me babe
+You should be here with me babe
+(You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along)
+Girl you know you drive me crazy
+(You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
+(Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
+You should be hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Off & On[Intro]
+Sprinkle a little 2Pac on it (It ain't easy bein' me)
+I'm legendary I'm necessary
+They call me Ferrari they call me 50
+Call me big homie
+Hah
+
+[Verse 1]
+I got a bad bitch over the crib, I'm finna pop her off
+Nigga call me in 30 I beat her and dropped her off
+It's a quickie the ass and the lips are super soft
+And to top it off, she topped me off
+Niggas trynna front on my swag, knock it off
+Put the strap to the back of your knot and knock it off
+Homicide they have to come through, block it off
+That's what they do after that choppa get to choppin' off (It ain't easy bein' me)
+They say a nigga off, and think a nigga off
+I'm on the runway one way takin' off
+I tell a chick, pay a pimp, bitch, break it off
+I smack a ho, that ain't shit bitch, shake it off (It ain't easy bein' me)
+
+[Chorus]
+Off and on, these niggas be off and on
+And it go (On and on and on)
+And it go (On and on and on)
+Off and on, me, I'm never off, I'm on
+And it go (On and on and on)
+And it go (On and on and on)
+(It ain't easy bein' me)
+[Verse 2]
+Go 'head and ask about 50's Ferrari, I never take a loss
+I'm a boss, tell niggas to let it off, set it off
+Diamond cloth, flush lawn, it's floss at all costs
+God damnit it all costs, get it now, half off (It ain't easy bein' me)
+Diamond stud show off, nigga's swag is so off
+They stunt till I go off, the 6 hour blow off
+My wahi mahi-mahi teriyaki I'm so cocky
+Who the fuck out here to stop me, nigga haters sit and watch me
+And it seem like it is but it's not the same man niggas ain't got what I got my man
+Got a flow so pure like brick cocaine nigga bitch wanna be my secret man
+Freaky thing you eat that thing, every now and then I beat that man
+She tell a nigga not to say a thing, but I can't keep a secret man (It ain't easy bein' me)
+
+[Chorus]
+Off and on, these niggas be off and on
+And it go (On and on and on)
+And it go (On and on and on)
+Off and on, me, I'm never off, I'm on
+And it go (On and on and on)
+And it go (On and on and on)
+(It ain't easy bein' me)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m a Rider[Intro]
+Yeah
+Feels good
+
+[Verse 1]
+I might be the crookest nigga movin' around with 3 felonies
+I get a laugh at all the bullshit niggas be tellin' me
+My hood full of niggas like Marky and Bill Bellamy
+Them funny niggas will get ya, so keep the heat with ya
+It's Ferrari
+Nigga, my name hold weight, like a diesel nigga on a bitch pressed up state
+Here's my number, 94R6378
+In case you thought the shit I say in my line's fake
+I make a mess in the mess hall - cause a brawl
+Caught you catchin' no charge; oh God
+Why's my life so hard?
+Cause I ain't book-smart, they think I'm a retard
+No, I dont know much about the French I talk
+All I know is when that drama pop off, these pussies is shook
+This is Rikers Island pain talk; your phone time’s my chalk
+My time is my time, and your time's mine, punk
+Cut you from ear to ear, [?]
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm a rider
+Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me
+Whether I'm locked or I'm free
+Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be
+You know you wanna be a rider like me
+I'm a rider
+Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me
+Whether I'm locked or I'm free
+Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be
+You know you wanna be a rider like me
+[Verse 2]
+Any nigga with a glass jaw gotta get his shit cracked
+Soon as I touch the bricks, I bust a clip and take the strip back
+Give me [?] money for a week; I could flip that
+They had my face while I'm juxin' you when I push your shit back
+[?] used to carry billy clubs, Trey-eight slugs
+Now they carry nines but I got hollows in mine
+I see my homies on the corner, burnin' a dutch
+Take a [?]; next thing you know, I'm [?] fucked up
+Every Tuesday I'm in parole, listenin' to niggas
+Lyin' through they teeth 'bout how they holdin' fingers
+You make police contact? (Nope)
+Stayin' out of trouble? (Nope)
+Got a job yet? (Nope)
+I'm still sellin' dope
+I'm just playin' [?]
+Let me piss in a cup
+And I got shit I gotta do; you really fuckin' me up
+See you, I could talk to you; you know what's up
+All that drug program shit be slowin' me up
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm a rider
+Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me
+Whether I'm locked or I'm free
+Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be
+You know you wanna be a rider like me
+I'm a rider
+Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me
+Whether I'm locked or I'm free
+Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be
+You know you wanna be a rider like me
+[Spoken Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Business Mind[Hayes]
+While rubbing elbows in the hills of high society
+I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me
+Built the bullshit sense of pride inside of me
+On a rise to fly car hating on varieties
+
+[50 Cent]
+Look, I don’t need no bitch niggas surrounding me
+Get caught, you better stick to the codes that you provided, b
+If you don't plead the 5th you get your whole shit split
+So called kingpins get real money to snitch
+
+[Hayes]
+I know it sound hard to believe this bullshit
+But sometimes you need money to see who you cool with
+See niggas hustle hard and cop them a few whips
+They end up popping niggas they used to be cool with
+
+[50 Cent]
+I’m a street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur
+Furs, suede, my car’s the core
+Nigga I been a boss I employed my boys
+And show em a bunch of shit they never seen before
+
+[Hook - 50 Cent]
+I got a business mind
+That block is mine, that brick and them Glocks is mine
+I got a business mind
+That drop is mine, these knots and this watch is mine
+I got a business mind
+You can’t stop my shine
+A nigga got a World Guiness book grind
+I got a business mind
+And I pop my 9, fuck around find out in time
+[50 Cent]
+I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed
+The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed
+Got niggas that'll do the shit just cause they bored
+Man I ain’t even gotta tell niggas what for
+
+[Hayes]
+You think you cool but I swat your type of fly
+Yeah you crossed your T's but you forgot your I's
+That’s why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya
+Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of
+
+[50 Cent]
+Corporate America gangstas we got em tearing up
+We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us
+We feel the life that we live is unfair to us
+America’s an oven, you got to break bread for us
+
+[Hayes]
+Go hard or die soft is what was said to us
+So if it’s gunplay you gon get shot instead of us
+Crackers be thinking they one step ahead of us
+I say shit like that to let em know that I’m aware of it
+
+[50 Cent]
+We keep accountants to count, I got lawyers to share, kid
+Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch
+They said death or jail is what’s ahead of us
+So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is I'm a
+[Hayes]
+Street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur
+Fur or suede, my car’s the core
+Nigga I’ve been a boss I employed my boys
+Matter fact, I don't even wanna chat no more
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hip Hop[Intro]
+WHY HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED ANYTHING!!!
+Uh, uh, uh
+One two one two
+Uh, uh, uh, uh
+
+[Hook]
+Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip)
+Nigga G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
+
+[Verse]
+One thing bout my music
+It hit you feel the pain
+Nigga I’ll take control of your brain
+Listen now nigga I’m not playing
+Are you ready for that?
+Soldier, soldier grab your gat
+I show you who to aim it at
+Bang, bang, bang run toss the gat
+No, no, no, no lookin’ back
+Nigga leave the watch
+We ain't come for that
+Bitch quit playing
+Where the paper at
+Shit I rolled ace I’m shooting it back
+Everybody know how my paper stack
+Twenty inch chrome on the Cadillac
+Automatic shotgun
+Can you handle that?
+On the bullshit
+Nigga that’s a fact
+Ride through the motherfucking hoods strapped
+Put work in nigga that’s that
+Cocked to bust it and you’ll blast back
+Got a little money wanna flash that
+Before the wolves come out and blast gats
+Pedal to the metal nigga mash that
+Before your ass end up in a casket
+I said in a casket
+Who shot Biggie Smalls?
+We don't get 'em
+They gon' kill us all
+Man Puffy know who hit that nigga
+Man that nigga soft
+He scared them boys from the Westside'll break him off
+Dump on his ass
+So he run to Harlem shake 'em off
+[Hook]
+Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip)
+Nigga G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
+Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip)
+Nigga G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
+
+[Outro: 50 cent talking]
+Oh I guess this means
+I won't be invited to the white parties
+In the Hamptons
+I don't give a fuck
+I don't wanna hang out with you punk ass no way
+Get me motherfucking running around
+This nigga Ma$e
+Now you wanna play games
+Don't wanna make the deal nigga
+Man I'll fuck your shit up nigga
+Is you crazy nigga
+Matter fact you know what
+I don't wanna do the deal no more
+Fuck the deal nigga
+You wanna play games
+You wanna waste my motherfucking time nigga
+Time is money nigga
+You wasting the motherfucking money nigga
+Alright I see what you trying to do
+But I don't know why you doing what you trying to do
+Why you want to make me tell everybody what Misa told me (huh??)
+Now you go on and send me fifty thousand dollars
+For this nigga travel fees
+You know air fare, hotel space
+For that last tour nigga
+Or I’ll really service your ass nigga...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stretch Armstrong Freestyle[Intro]
+Uh, yeah
+Ayo, what's up, it's 50 Cent
+It's Murda Mixtape Vol. 3
+Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong, nigga
+Take that
+
+[Verse]
+Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track
+I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Haitian Jack
+Fuck that, if I was you, I'd be scared of me too
+Yo Stretch, roll the weed while I tell 'em what I need
+I need cream by the stacks, shells for the Mac
+Rims for the 'Ac and a bitch to blow her back
+I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack
+I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats
+I need the police to chill, stay the fuck off my back
+See a nigga in a Benz, swear he peddling crack
+I need a stash box, dunn, so I could stash the gat
+I need a stadium light to leave 'em blind as a bat
+Flipping from under my plate while I'm running from Jake
+I make no mistakes, look I need extra papes
+My man up North, need the new Stretch mixtape
+I'm physically fit -- nah, for real, son, I'm in shape
+I need that Beyonce bitch to take me out on a date
+Niggas follow my footsteps cause everything I say is slick
+But I need y'all niggas to get off my dick
+My description in three words ''real witty cat''
+I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the titties at
+[Outro]
+What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Armstrong
+Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga
+What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Say What You Say[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yo, niggas be asking me "Yo 50, who you got beef with?"
+Ima tell y'all niggas straight up who I got beef with, right
+Man, I got beef wit errybody I can't make no money with, know what I mean?
+If I can't make no money wit' you, fuck you nigga!
+G-Unit nigga!
+That's what's up cause I said that's what's up
+
+[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
+I gets money, money I got
+So its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
+I never hold the toaster cause I use my little doja
+And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed to
+Heavy pistol shells'll lift you
+My gun tear through lungs and it rip through tissue
+While I'm out for them ends, you out for a rep
+That's the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
+See me in a black Lex, hard-top
+My mink drop-top, fresh out the car lot
+I got the gift of articulate speeches
+So I'm gon sell like the box office features
+Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
+But deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
+Cause we got them three B's: Benzes, burners, and bitches
+And plus we on the road to the riches
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You can say what you want about me
+As long as you don't get in the way of my money
+Cause all that talking shit to me played out
+Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
+You can say what you want about me
+As long as you don't get in the way of my money
+Cause all that talking shit to me played out
+Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
+
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+Lately, I been going through a phase
+Hoping they ain't tapped the phones
+Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
+Therefore, I'm on the move from the squad
+I'm stingy as ever, only trick fast food on a broad
+Picture me putting jewels on a broad
+I'd rather put shoes on the card
+And a pool in the yard
+You don't really wanna fool with the god
+Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
+In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
+And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
+Why swing? You gotta be strapped to get rid of me
+I'll leave you in water like the Statue of Liberty
+I'm tryin to be cool
+Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
+Keep rappin' for your hood, I'm rappin' for Benzes
+And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You can say what you want about me
+As long as you don't get in the way of my money
+Cause all that talking shit to me played out
+Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
+You can say what you want about me
+As long as you don't get in the way of my money
+Cause all that talking shit to me played out
+Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Y'all niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
+What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
+Y'all niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
+What I learned from watching Brucie B
+Look, I shot the sheriff
+And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
+Here's the plan, I'ma keep stackin' my ends
+Till I'm on airplane seats and the Maybachs benz
+I'm all about the chips
+I done took them trips
+22's on the 6
+26 on the bricks
+And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin' them more
+I tapdance on the shit I ain't servin' it raw
+You sell smoke, look, nigga, I got what you need
+But it ain't goin' cheap cause I got mouths to feed
+Niggas always sayin' damn 50 you bugged
+Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
+Bring me his watch and his chain
+We're not the same, he's a lame
+He want pussy I'm bout my money man
+Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
+Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
+Yo it's 50, when your mindframe change and you start to run away
+I'll see you another day motherfucker, it's 50
+When them shots go off and your heart drop, nigga freeze up, ease up, motherfucker it's 50
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You can say what you want about me
+As long as you don't get in the way of my money
+Cause all that talking shit to me played out
+Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
+You can say what you want about me
+As long as you don't get in the way of my money
+Cause all that talking shit to me played out
+Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+E.M.S.[Intro]
+G-G-Unit! (body) haha, yo, yo (it's 50 Cent)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I need no introduction, everybody (body)
+Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit
+I'm not Hi-Tek and I'm not Kweli (Kweli)
+You see me in the club, you better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I'm somebody (body)
+Cause I get on that jack, in 5 minutes flat
+Niggas'll come back, shoot up your party (party)
+If I don't have fun, nobody havin' none
+I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty (shorty)
+Shout out to my nigga Juvie, Wacko's here
+Buck, my niggas from New Orleans, wodie (wodie)
+If we on the same page, when you see me on stage
+You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me ('plaud me)
+You know how I get, I'm still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+I run around with the trey (body) pound like it's a sport
+And call my name in the bench, while I sit in court
+I got a million-dollar smile (body) and a fist full of pesos
+And the wrist so icy, it could light up a stage show
+In the club (body), nigga, I stay holdin'
+'Cause I'm on point for them wolves, and sheep clothin'
+I play the bar (body) with a double shot of Henny
+'Cause after this spot, it's cheaters, and envy
+(Shorty if you feel a nigga, call me) (body)
+[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
+Yeah, Banks, yeah
+Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck
+Quality time ain't gonna put me in a bigger truck
+Fuck kids, it (body) ain't my turn to be stressed
+A bitch worse nightmare is a paternity test
+I'm too young to be faithful (body)
+If money means love, I hate you
+I only trick on the first of April
+Holla at me, if you thugged (body) out shorty ready to fight you
+Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the snub out for me
+And if you're not don't even (body) call me
+
+[Outro]
+(*gunshot fired, yelling*)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Chase You Outta Here[Intro]
+You gotta watch your face
+I got am million dollars for every bump in your face
+And next year, you're gonna have an acne problem
+Ahh! Yeah
+Showtime, I'm gonna make it look easy
+
+[Verse]
+I told niggas I'm a hustler, it's like they keep on forgetting
+36 mil in eight months, you still think I'm bullshitting?
+Catch me on top of Fortune's Hot 100
+Head of G-Unit Enterprises, still getting blunted
+Went from selling crack to rap, that's two different games
+But they're parallel to each other, homie, so they're quite the same
+You know that crack spot so hot, you better off playing the block
+Fiends can't help but be fiends, they come and cop for the cops
+Back in the pens again, penitentiary doors spin
+The game full of heartbreaks, can I win for Christsakes?
+Ace after ace, Lady Luck just won't fuck with me
+That's why I got this attitude, nigga, don't say "what up!" to me
+I took something heart-pumping, move and I'll pop something
+Cop bricks, break 'em down to pieces and prop something
+Niggas stay in stunt mode so I stay strapped up
+My body language saying, ''Fuck around and get clapped up''
+I sip on Coke when it's with Henny, go for broke with the semi
+Niggas talk behind my back, but they don't really want it with me
+Pussy niggas pop shit; me, I'm on that block shit
+That rubber band, hundred grand in that night box, bitch
+You know the raps bought the Benz, and the cracks bought the rims
+Vivica she bought the gym, told you I'm a fuckin' pimp
+I was born a bad seed, I defied the odds
+I ain't play the hand that I was dealt, I switched the cards
+Still I keep a poker face, frontin', I'mma catch a case
+Flip out, poke your face, you're laid out, now, what a waste
+I'm Super Fly, Ron O'Neal of this rap shit
+When that drama pop and you get shot
+Let's see you bounce back, bitch
+[Hook]
+You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin'
+I'ma have to chase you outta here
+You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin'
+I'ma have to chase you outta here
+You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin'
+I'ma have to chase you outta here
+You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin'
+I'ma have to chase you outta hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Puppy Love[Hook]
+Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
+K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+
+[Verse 1]
+She was pregnant by me once, glad she didn't have it
+'Cause I be paying child support now, goddamn it
+Tish was my bitch, 'til she fucked my god brother
+I was heated when I heard, wanted to go upside his head
+It was Christmas I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid
+I was sick to my stomach nigga this is real shit
+I ain't the sensitive type, I ain't sit' around crying
+I caught the bitch on the avenue and punched her in the eye
+
+[Hook]
+Call it puppy love, Curtis and Janelle in the tree
+K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+
+[Verse 2]
+D's came locked my ass up like a savage
+Then came Doobie in the baby carriage
+Imagine how it felt summer day pretty blue skies
+I gased memorized at her in with green eyes
+I'm so into you baby we don't even got touch
+That the type shit I say when I really want to fuck
+'Cause her cousin Tisha lived by baby spot in forty
+Sold crack before rap so everybody know me
+Chase Jus down cut his head the motherfucker owe me
+Vick's spinning, Cheek's was the hottest rapper in the hood
+I ain't hate, but on the low I didn't think he was good
+We wore Timberland boots, Carhartt suits
+You can tell a nigga paid, when his Filas shoes suede
+Rock a Caesar or a fade kept a pistol or a blade
+Try to flip a 62 like every couple days
+I get knocked I come home it's all a part of the game
+Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame
+It's like every other summer I was back and forth to jail
+Telling nanna Im copping out, so i don't need bail
+Just the convesary put the money orders in the mail
+[Hook]
+Call it puppy love, Curtis and Deawn in the tree
+K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+Call it puppy love
+Call it puppy love
+
+[Verse 3]
+She came to see me on the alley, wrote me letters all the time
+And I responded to the letters so she stayed on my mind
+Told myself I'ma grind
+As soon as I get out that paper what I'm about
+After 4 months home I had the Land I shine
+2 months later I copped the Benz my nine
+Stay all cocked even when it's hot, Task out
+TNT on the block, make yourself get knocked
+I just love 'em and leave 'em, I don't give a fuck
+I mean she didn't give a fuck, she had a nigga in my truck
+
+[Hook]
+Call it puppy love, Curtis and Shaniqua in the tree
+K-I-S-S-I-N-G
+Call it puppy love, haha
+Yeah call it puppy love
+Call it puppy loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Busy[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I’m insane, yeah, shit changed
+I’m the head of that bank, bank in a weird gang
+Make it rain, trick, make it rain
+I hold onto mine and buy more cocaine
+Off the chain, nigga I ain’t playin'
+I get him with the semi, nigga stunt I let it ring
+He rap, I rap, but we ain’t the same
+He love a dame, I run a train
+Canary yellow rocks in my ring
+Everything private, my hoes and my planes
+Hurry now bartender, more champagne
+I shine like chrome ‘man’ terra’s on the range
+I stunt when I want, I ain't never gonna change
+I go load the wood in my cartier frames
+This what happen when a bebe kid
+Blow up, I'm on out this bitch
+
+[Chorus]
+I ball out bottles after bottles 'till I fall out
+I stunt, I do it my way
+I'm on now, get my money long now
+Looky here, nigga, you ain't got it like me
+If you don't like me
+(Get busy, get busy)
+Do something
+(Get busy, get busy)
+If you don't like me
+(Get busy, get busy)
+Do something
+(Get busy, get busy)
+[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
+Tell me why you don't like me, my chain too icy
+The diamonds on my Breitling striking like lightning
+Throwing cake on your wifey, she licking the icing
+And uht's not even my birthday
+She telling me she love me, I don't wanna be her pimp
+Plus your ass ain't 'sposed to be here in the first place
+Nah, dance the Ali Key, let me hold some
+Look Nigga, cause I know you I don't owe ya nothin'
+With your broke ass, cold ass
+Type of nigga gonna get wild with no mask
+Rider gang thing play the bitch and watch us ball
+It's my night, boy, better love 'till mor'
+I'm a boss plus walking big balling
+Shit talking, Benz parking, rims glosing, clique flossing
+Tell the waitress drain the bottles with the towels sparkling
+They say money talk, nigga my shit hawking
+
+[Chorus]
+I ball out bottles after bottles 'till I fall out
+I stunt, I do it my way
+I'm on now, get my money long now
+Looky here, nigga, you ain't got it like me
+If you don't like me
+(Get busy, get busy)
+Do something
+If you don't like me
+(Get busy, get busy)
+Do something
+(Get busy, get busy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cutmaster C Shit[Intro]
+New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
+Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
+See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
+Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
+
+[Verse 1]
+G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new
+I'm not that nigga, in your video
+I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
+And niggas know I be, on the low
+But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
+I'm not that nigga, that you think you know
+I walk around with a big four four
+You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog
+I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door
+(What up 50)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot
+I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
+So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah)
+Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo)
+Hustle hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
+The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid
+Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib
+But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid
+Back then niggas used to call me boo
+In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
+Country came around, ease it and clappin' then
+Country left, strange shit started happenin'
+Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
+Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
+Money turns boys into men
+The cycle never changes, shit just starts again
+[Verse 3]
+Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga
+Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
+Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
+You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good
+Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel
+So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels"
+I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin'
+I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
+(oh yeah, let me hold somethin')
+Nigga you high or somethin'
+I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'
+I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
+Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine
+
+[Outro - 50 Cent talking]
+Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga
+You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya
+Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
+And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang
+You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it
+And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that
+In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now
+Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha)
+Sit tight nigga I'm comin'
+You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes
+Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD!
+My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zoneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Banks Workout Pt. 2[50 Cent]
+50 Cent; Lloyd Banks!
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
+Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT~!)
+Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool
+And blast my tool (G-UNIT~!)
+Nigga you don't know me, and I don't know you
+You think you know my crew (G-UNIT~!)
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+I been a problem since the old days, pimps and gold caps
+Now I'm in O.J. Simpson throwbacks
+Y'all was wonderin where my ass been
+Probably vacationin on South Beach gettin head like an aspirin
+If you gassed, I can let the tec pound your ego
+Or lock you in a closet with the West Nile mosquito
+The press crowd in people, especially celebrities
+I'm heavily shittin on any Tom Dick or Gregory
+Nigga you better be strappin; they want you dead if you rappin
+I'm tryin to cave your head and your back in
+I'm gettin bread and relaxin, and attractin a fan base
+Of females with e-mails and letters to fax in
+In Vegas with a toaster and a blunt
+And the hotel I'm checked in, got a rollercoaster in the front
+I'mma post 'em when I stunt, the Sammy Sosa of the month
+Better yet the whole season, nigga I'm still breathin
+Even though my dollars are green
+I rap for the kids that's too poor to waste eggs on Halloween
+I'm gettin swallowed clean, my habits are good
+Collectin all the karats I could
+Slidin from a stash spot to conceal the torture
+And a good silencer to make it sound like the Wheel of Fortune
+All this careless talkin, cause I'm travelin and flossin
+Havin a good time, and you havin a abortion
+You sucker for love, gettin married and get divorced then
+Can't even afford the batteries for your Walkman
+I'm out the hood, burnin Cali weed on Slausson
+Where set trippin turn to tragedies and coffins
+Look, I mean what I'm sayin, you schemin I'm sprayin
+Your team end up layin, on the sofa screamin and prayin
+Sayin, G-Unit niggas be rollin crazy, holdin 80's
+Older ladies starin cause they starin in that gold Mercedes
+Since 50 hooked up with Shady, now they tryin to book up and pay me
+If you think I'm shook up you crazy, baby
+The boy strapped two ninas
+Smokin out a bag big enough to fit on vacuum cleaners
+I wore a glove when I blazed you fatty, I ain't your baby daddy
+She flippin, now he tryin to grab me out the navy Caddy
+I ain't your ave-y, papa was a rolling stone
+Stockin up to own a home, pocket full of loaded chrome
+Drop and get a hold of dome, I know your motive homes
+You mad, cause I'm fuckin half your Motorola phone
+I'm swift with the women I'm good with my words
+A lot of, niggas is hatin on what I deserve I'm hotter
+Front if you want, end up on the curb in your Prada
+And your mans runnin, ambulance comin
+Another day another dollar, on the low from the Impala
+I can have a sixsome in my shower, motherfucker!
+[Outro]
+Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
+Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT~!)
+Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool
+And blast my tool (G-UNIT~!)
+Nigga you don't know me, and I don't know you
+You think you know my crew (G-UNIT~!)
+I send a nigga that you thought you knew
+To come through and put a hole in you (G-UNIT~!)
+
+[50 Cent]
+Lloyd Banks, ha ha!
+50 Cent! I ain't even gotta work hard
+Look at these niggas, ha ha ha
+The fuck you gon' do now nigga!
+You done had the same niggas in the background for a long time
+Think they gangster, but goin back and forth to jail
+Well jumpin the turnstile don't count nigga
+HA HA HA HA~!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Problem Child[Verse 1]
+That's the sound of the man, cockin’ that thang - that thaaaang
+That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang - thaaang
+{verse1} Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
+See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin’, I got ya
+Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz I'm on the edge
+I'm finna put a shell in a nigga head
+I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
+The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
+Homie that took the hit on me couldn´t shoot
+They say I'm skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
+My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. we trippin through the sets again
+
+
+
+Got shot the fuck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
+I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters
+Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
+Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain't preacher
+If you a pimp like kid, why the hoes don't treat ya
+If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
+This flow’s God sent, it’s bound to reach ya
+
+[Hook]
+Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
+I know how to solve em
+Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em
+Shoot em up, rob em
+In the hood we starvin, you don’t want problems
+Problem child
+[Bridge]
+And why can't you be man enough
+To tell me where you're comin' from
+
+{Verse2}
+They say you can never repay the price for takin’ a man's life
+I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
+I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty
++Blaaat+, y'all niggas can't bang wit fifty
+For evey bar in the rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
+For every stone in the cross, there's a bitch I tossed
+
+
+
+See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
+You can check C-N-N for the 'War Report'
+See the drama got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie
+Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
+Man, niggas ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
+I do it myself, I don't need no help
+Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully
+Give me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car with a pully
+See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
+
+
+Niggas jumped me cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Bridge]
+
+{Verse 3}
+
+I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
+Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
+This cities split 'posed to let black cats cross your path
+The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin' your ass
+I got 'God Understand Me' tattooed in my skin
+When I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again
+I'm the young buck that let the gun buck
+Roll the window down and say: whats up, niggas get ready to duck'
+My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here
+Nigga believe me when I say I don´t care
+Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
+Even when my luck's hard I still count my blessings
+See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'
+Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
+If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come around here
+Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Get Money - Forbes 1,2,3 Remix(feat. Diddy & Jay-Z)
+
+[Intro]
+The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1,2,3
+
+I Get Money I-I Get Money I-I Get I Get I Get I Get (Remix!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!)
+
+(50 Cent)(*Diddy)
+I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*You know what it is!!!)
+Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (I Run New York!!!)
+I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*Aww man!!!)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*It's the billion dollar remix baby!!!)
+Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*For Real!!!)
+
+[50 Cent]
+Come on man I'm hot now, drop now, top down I got style
+Been around the block pal imagine what I got now
+The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti
+Range and Maserati I got 'em all got damn
+My money, my, my, my money, long
+I blackout and break a bat over your ass like Barry Bonds
+I get it! I'm down for the jooks now what's up
+I'm wit it! I told you I was gonna cake up
+I did it! Niggas tryin to show me how to ball
+Man they tryin to buy some Gucci, I'm tryin to buy the mall (Oh yeah!)
+I ain't came to get a little bit I'm tryin to get it all
+My new bitch a cool bitch I'm fittin to make her spoiled
+If my watch is right, my stocks is right
+But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight
+Still gutter like a motherfucker
+Chipped up don't be surprised when I grip up
+You slip up you could get it
+(50 Cent)(*Diddy)
+I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*OH!!!)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*OH!!!)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*OH!!!)
+Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (I Run New York!!!)
+I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*A lot of money on this record man!)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*I like bein around money man!)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*Oh it's three the hard way baby!)
+Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*You know my motherfuckin name! I own New York!)
+
+[Diddy]
+Uh! Bo knows but Diddy did it (Yeah)
+Cars, jewelry and big homes, yeah Diddy did it
+Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah Diddy did it
+But my lawyers so good that Diddy got acquitted
+I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez
+While you was ridin around in Miami on Mopeds
+Yeaaaaaaaah! Oh you just got here
+I been doin this shit for over ten years (Ha, Ha!)
+I am chillin in Sean John denim
+Nigga I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheelin
+Champagne spillin, chillin, no ceilin
+Stealin a quarter million, feelin, ice grillin
+Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue
+Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal
+Face on the Forbes in '94, I did it
+For the record I'm a Bad Boy, now let's get it, come on
+(50 Cent)(*Jay-Z)
+I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (*Yeah) (1,2,3)
+Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*Yeah! I run New York!)
+I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*You talkin my language now baby!)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*Yeah)
+Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*Yeah! I run New York!)
+
+[50 Cent] (Jay-Z)
+[I get the pounds, to pesos, to yeeeeen] (yeah)
+[I celebrate and I'm fresh out the peeeeen] (yeah)
+[I'm a hustler, I'm back at it agaaaaain] (uh ha)
+[I'm bad and I don't play pretend - FUCK WIT 'EM JAY!]
+
+[Jay-Z]
+I'm a hustler, baby! Can't escape my past
+When I flip Rocawear, I told 'em give me money cash
+Yeah, checks might bounce
+Alphabet boys might check my counts
+Still hustlin, baby! Hurry up, kill me
+I'm already the goat, next stop is the billy
+Young turbo, six speed 911
+I'm revvin, I'm tryin not to spill my Merlot
+When my girl go on world tour
+Ladies, I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlough
+I'm back clubbin, Ace of Spade bubblin
+Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket?!
+I'm killin the block, most for whips
+So I'm killing the roof, like Michael Vick
+Yeah, just call me Forbes.com
+In case y'all forgot, New York is still mine, I get it!
+(50 Cent)(*Jay-Z)
+I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (*Yeah) (1,2,3)
+Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*Yeah! I run New York!)
+I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*You talkin my language now baby!)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3)
+I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*Yeah)
+Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*Yeah! I run New York!!!)
+(*I wouldn't wanna be outside the borough on this one!)
+
+[Outro]
+HO!!! HEY!!! (I, I Get It) HO!!! HEY!!! (I, I Get It)
+HO!!! HEY!!! (Yeah!!!) HO!!! HEY!!! (I Run New York!!!)
+HO!!! HEY!!! (I, I Get It) HO!!! HEY!!! (I, I Get It)
+HO!!! HEY!!! (Yeah!!!) HO!!! HEY!!! (Yeah! I Run New York!!!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+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 ain't 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 chunky 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 ain't straight I'm livin where its hot and sandy
+And the Benz's complexion is cotton candy
+I bounced up, that's 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 Remingtons
+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 gorgeous 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 ain't 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..uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Roll That Shit[Intro]
+I really hate havin’ to resort to knockin’ elderly people in the head for their money
+But I do it, I do it
+Yea, you know I do it
+I’ll do it, I’ll do it
+Yep, you know I’ll do it
+I like gettin' high
+
+[Hook- 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(Nigga I’m high as a motherfucker)
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(Ain’t not a nigga brother come tell me nothin’)
+
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(I’ll make your bitch come smoke with me)
+I roll the shit, I roll the shit
+(That’s why you bitch gon roll with me)
+
+My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top
+It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP
+If I shine let’s room
+Bitch you wanna roll?
+Nigga, you must be crazy
+
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+[50 Cent- Verse 1]
+Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did
+Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread
+Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat
+Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
+Kush smoke same color to match that coat
+I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin
+Don poppin, party rockin
+My beat knockin, your bitch watchin
+My feds clockin my shit
+Threw a grand a piece on all of my kids
+Get your ass whipped you step on my shit
+Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch
+Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
+Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick
+This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
+That shit fake, Audemars don't tick
+Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit?
+I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick
+I'm a match that deal with my hat
+They said I fell off, I snapped right back
+Nigga my money can't fit in no safe
+Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face
+Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault
+Better have a pound if you niggas wan' smoke
+[Hook- 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(Nigga I’m high as a motherfucker)
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(Ain’t not a nigga brother come tell me nothin’)
+
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(I’ll make your bitch come smoke with me)
+I roll the shit, I roll the shit
+(That’s why you bitch gon roll with me)
+
+Get in the coop and got no top
+It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP
+If I shine let’s room
+Bitch you wanna roll?
+Nigga, you must be crazy
+
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+
+[Kidd Kidd- Verse 2]
+50 Cent, look what you damn did
+Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be
+Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
+They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick
+Give me brain like I ain't got no sense
+I got change, dollars and lil' cents
+I got rich, they ain't seen me since
+Now it's all startin to make sense
+I pull up in that brand new Benz
+All of a sudden I’ve got brand new friends
+Brand new chopper, bitch go blocka
+BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind
+(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)
+I forgot she was in my bed
+(I roll the shit - I smoke the shit)
+Damn! I blew through all my bread
+That Lambo ain't got no top
+Man, I'm hotter than a stove top
+Rider Gang, we on top
+And we havin a smoke-out
+Eyes low but I'm so high
+Don't ask me, I don't know why
+I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit
+If I don't pass the shit don't ask for shit, HUH!
+[Hook- 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(Nigga I’m high as a motherfucker)
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(Ain’t not a nigga brother come tell me nothin’)
+
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+(I’ll make your bitch come smoke with me)
+I roll the shit, I roll the shit
+(That’s why you bitch gon roll with me)
+
+Get in the coop and got no top
+It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP
+If I shine let’s room
+Bitch you wanna roll?
+Nigga, you must be crazy
+
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
+I roll the shit, I smoke the shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+C.R.E.A.M. 2009[Intro]
+You wanna smoke that? Go 'head, roll it, son
+I don't give a fuck, man, smoke that shit, man
+Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
+I don't give a fuck what you wanna do, man
+Don't look to me to stop you, man
+Yeah, I'm not gettin' in the way
+
+[Chorus]
+Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
+Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
+Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me
+Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)
+
+[Verse 1]
+You are now under my hypnosis
+Summertime grind, come out with the toasters
+I return like an animal ferocious
+New money breeds, new enemies, nigga you know this
+Another mil', another nigga sick
+I got nothing but hard dick for your bitch to lick
+I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw
+I'm out in the drought, I make the dope price soar
+Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out
+A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam
+It's in God's hands, it's all God plan
+You mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked, goddamn
+[Chorus]
+Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
+Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
+Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me
+Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
+When pain is a head crack, the sign of the devil
+Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit
+See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder
+Every summer, every winter, every spring
+You think I'm bullshitting, I put that on everything
+The shooting gon' stop right after the shit-talking
+I was selling crack while Mike was moonwalking
+20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it
+I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
+I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you
+So he could put some hot shit through you, do you?
+
+[Chorus]
+Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
+Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
+Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me
+Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)
+[Interlude]
+Yeah, I'm back, baby, I'm back
+New shit, the drought over, new product
+Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggas, man
+I mean niggas got mohawks, they wearing skinny jeans, man
+I think these niggas is faggots, man, for real, man
+They with the rainbow club, man
+You think this shit is a fad? Come on, man
+I think it's more than that, man
+I think it's more than that
+So if a nigga wear a dress you gon' put on a dress too?
+Come on, man
+
+[Chorus]
+Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
+Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
+Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me
+Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hit Your Ass Up[Hook: 50 Cent 2x]
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+When I grip the Tec
+Kiss the deck
+I'll spray at you're way
+Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my Kay Kay Kay Kay
+Pussy get out of line and your ass can die today
+Look at my soldiers to get 'em is all I got to say
+Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize
+Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head man
+I ain't playin' ain't got no time for them games
+Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin' playin'
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent 2x]
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move
+Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol
+Ain't none of y'all this smooth, Platinum on wrist blue
+Wrist poppin' bling green by the fist full
+I'm smokin' on good
+Don't ride through the wrong hood
+Unless you got a vest on
+That Teflon
+Like a don should
+I'm rollin' sticky green
+Every nigga with me clean
+Strapped the fuck up know what I mean?
+[Hook: 50 Cent 2x]
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
+It's the general homie thats commanding these invasions
+My semi-automatic ravin'
+Stay blazin'
+The Rover be Etchel White
+Shorty leaned over but I'm mad cause she got an over-bite
+I got your baby's mother
+Movin' motherloads of Coke
+For Louis Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
+Homie we enrich you're bitch a rug rat
+Thats why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent 2x]
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Respect It or Check It[Intro]
+Some niggas just wanna smoke
+Some niggas wanna smoke niggas
+Some niggas sell coke
+Some niggas selling dope, nigga
+
+We all hood, different pedigrees
+Now ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my melody
+You fuck around I catch a felony
+Now ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my melody
+
+[Chorus]
+Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+
+[Verse 1]
+I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke, nigga
+Same attitude, you got it, go 'head smoke, nigga
+I'm fucking with a blonde bitch, I got my own fragrance
+Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
+I tried to keep it basic, they wanna complicate shit
+The feds on my phone, that's why I don't ever say shit
+Portray being a friend to me and I'll make you a memory
+That .40 Cali barrel get to smoking like a chimney
+Niggas sick of pussy shit and me I'm just the remedy
+'03 get rich, nigga, you remember me?
+Shorty rock her hips she get to looking like an entree
+Bad bitch, fat ass, bouncing it like Beyoncé
+She saying "I'm a-a diva, I'm a, I'm a-a diva"
+I'ma fuck her and leave her, nigga, I don't need her
+I was born alone, I die alone, I be in the zone
+Bitches won't leave me alone now that my money long
+[Chorus]
+Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+
+[Verse 2]
+I pull the hammer out and spank niggas
+I peep your style, you got sugar in your tank, nigga
+Don't fucking wink at me
+I blend in with the best of them, shooters and robbers
+I'm on that will.i.am shit, I black your eye for blogging
+What the fuck is the problem? Violence isn't the answer
+I split your fucking head then get jammed up
+Why did you call the cops? Why didn't you say I'm hot?
+It's been six years I been here on top
+You act like I'm a average nigga spitting a average flow
+Fucking with average bitches like everywhere that I go
+I'm not focused on hoes, I'm focusing on the dough
+And I won't talk to you after my next album blow
+
+[Chorus]
+Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown
+You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga
+[Outro]
+Rest in peace to Michael Jackson
+You niggas need me, man
+I might have to start moonwalking
+Couple dance moves and shit
+Write me some shit, call it ''Billie Jean Is My Lover''
+I'm back, nigga, why so quiet?
+Niggas know it's summertime, I'm all over the place, nigga
+And you know when you see me I'm strizzapped
+Oh shit, nigga, y'all know I was gonna get on that shit, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Line Niggas[Intro]
+I'm trying to tell you, but you won't hear me, son
+The nigga be right there in front of them buildings
+Yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah)
+Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah)
+Yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah)
+Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+I line niggas
+I do my homework, I'll find niggas
+The niggas that did that they my niggas
+You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas
+You die, die, nigga, die
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm right 'bout where your man'll stay, my man blew your man away
+Did him dirty and ran away, who's the next candidate?
+To get hit with the cannon, ayy, you little niggas wanna play
+We can go back and forth in broad day
+Let it off, hop in the rental car, pull away smooth
+Put that twerk in that work and we at you with the tools
+Nigga, we ain't selling packs no more so we ain't on the strip
+Got that llama in the 'Llac strapped leaning in the whip
+
+[Chorus]
+I line niggas
+I do my homework, I'll find niggas
+The niggas that did that they my niggas
+You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas
+You die, die, nigga, die
+[Verse 2]
+First, I find your bitch creep then we found a nail shop
+Now would you looky here, we done found your mama's spot
+It's so easy, damn, I'm greasy
+Goons don't use Auto-Tune, that's Yeezy
+Yeah, summer now, good time to hunt you down
+Keep the pump around, we catch him we gon' slump him now
+Timing is everything, I plot it out perfect
+Drop a bag off to my nigga just to make it worth it
+
+[Chorus]
+I line niggas
+I do my homework, I'll find niggas
+The niggas that did that they my niggas
+You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas
+You die, die, nigga, die
+
+[Outro]
+Nigga, what up?
+These niggas think I'm playing with 'em, yeah
+Niggas smiling and shit, go 'head, nigga
+Keep thinking I'm careful
+I'll shoot the shit out of these niggas, man
+I let my niggas go, watch (I line niggas)
+Oh my God, y'all niggas know me (I line niggas)
+Y'all wasn't supposed to let me get this money
+Now what? (I line niggas)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The World{*set to B.I.G.'s "The World is Filled..." instrumental*}
+
+[50 Cent]
+Yeah... 50 Cent, uh-huh
+Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit~!
+
+She ain't that chick from the burbs that's a stranger to drama
+She that Uptown Girl with the cocky persona
+Went out her way to let her know that I want her
+I told her I - know fo' sho' we belong together
+And I wouldn't break her heart, my intentions are better
+And I, shared the same dreams she had about cheddar
+When the D's came she was down to hold the Beretta
+I got a thing for babygirls, me and her against the world
+
+[Governor - singing]
+We used to think the same schemes, with the same dreams in mind
+10'll bring you back 20 if the crook is on time
+And she knows daddy loves to eat
+Take a seat and let my baby rub my feet
+She was a clear thinker, with a plan to rule the world
+But understandin her place is my girl
+Talk about hardcore, to win she'd give her life
+Or shoot to kill, to protect this life
+
+[Hook: Governor]
+The world will hear, what's really goin on, in my life - my life
+The world will see, what was really down down, in my life - my life
+If you only knew, the pain I feel; if you only could feel the streets is real
+If they only knewwwwww, what's goin onnnnnnn, yeah~!
+[50 Cent]
+You're sunshine, your smile make my day
+It's simple - your dimple your eyes
+Your lips, your thighs, got me hypnotized
+Communication's 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 want her
+Consistantly missin her touch when she gone, uhh
+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've been around been up and down my attitude is fuckin ass
+She a rider, I'm in heaven when I'm inside her
+Workin up a sweat, kissin on her neck, "12 Play" in the deck
+Fo'play correct, have her drippin wet
+She looked in my eyes and say she like it but I know she love it
+I just keep doin what I'm doin and think nuttin of it
+
+[Hook] w/ ad libs
+
+{*abruptly ends halfway during the last line of the Chorus*}
+"STOP!!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+South Side (’04)[Intro]
+Yall niggas know me man
+It is what it is man
+Like I say y'all know me
+
+[Verse]
+I be on the scene on the lean in a benz in tha Bentley,when I come through your strip
+Every trip every flip I get the grip
+I can go to the dealership and buy me a new whip
+Take fix, new kicks, G6
+New tricks I pick to suck on my dick
+G-Unit is the clique
+And it's how it gets flipped
+That's why you feelin' me bitch
+Niggas hate from a far
+But they don't come around
+Cause they know how a nigga get down
+Once a nigga move around
+Wit a long trey pound
+I won't hesitate to let it off 6 rounds
+If yo ass get hit
+Then you ain't do shit
+Fuckin' wit me that's what you get
+Now your lip
+Keep it zip
+Before you get your babymama
+Caught up in this bullshit
+Now what gets
+It's a no no
+Niggas know i'm loco
+But they tryin' to stay on the LOE DOE
+Gangsta fo sho
+Every time a nigga flow
+A nigga bank acount got
+Mo' dough
+South Side G-Unit 12xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m Paranoid[Intro]
+Shh... quiet... you hear that?
+What the fuck, son?
+I'm telling you, man, you gotta watch these niggas
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep
+Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat
+Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
+Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat
+
+[Verse 1]
+We thought the coke and the dope would help us escape poverty
+When that didn't work we resorted to armed robbery
+Yeah, I done it, but I ain't the one they said did it
+Before my first verse my Benz had been kitted
+I'm so hood, that's what the bitches like about me
+She bob and weave, she up and down, she suck the life up out me
+I tell you 'bout my regimen, I blow a stack stunting
+The coldest shit I'm on it, kid, I'll blow a nigga fronting
+I'm dirty, yeah, I do that dirt, I'm down to put that work in
+I kick the door to get them bricks, that Eagle get to chirping
+You see that beam on ya head, nigga leaking
+Yeah, screaming and shit, man, shut the fuck up
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep
+Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat
+Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
+Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat
+I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep
+Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat
+Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
+Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat
+[Verse 2]
+I had a dream niggas got me
+Woke up, a nigga shot me
+I ain't slept in three days
+My eyes red, something wrong with my head
+The MAC stashed right under the pillow on my bed
+It's not hot, why the fuck am I sweating?
+My heart beating, I'm bugging, I wreck it
+Bitch, don't move, it's dark, I might panic
+Just sit still, I mean it, God damn it
+My back against the wall
+Fuck the world, I'll kill 'em all
+Ain't a nigga too big or too small
+Chop 'em down, watch 'em fall
+Watch 'em bleed, watch 'em crawl
+Watch 'em bleed 'til they gone
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep
+Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat
+Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
+Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat
+I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep
+Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat
+Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
+Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat
+I'm paranoid
+[Bridge]
+I can't even fucking sleep (I'm paranoid)
+Bitch, quit playing, hand me my heat (I'm paranoid)
+I can't even rest my head (I'm paranoid)
+I'm fin to leave me a nigga dead
+
+[Outro]
+What? Niggas ain't fucking with me
+I wish a nigga would
+I've been taking it easy on these niggas, mane
+I've been easy on 'em ,mane
+I'ma turn it up now, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pimpin’ Pt. 2Yeah, I'm back baby, you miss me? (Ha Ha) Come hear
+
+[Chorus:]
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First ass Later
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First ass Later Pimpin'
+
+[Verse 1:]
+I em simply what you call a P. I. M. P
+You could never go broke when your G tight like me
+You Wanna Ride With Tha King Of New York maybe
+Get your money up choose a pimp and we can talk maybe They say the games to be sold not told
+I sprinkle a lil shit in my lines it's hot tho
+You see tha bitches I fuck with. You know its real
+I sweat em to man I get em too man I stay on they heels
+Fuck a parkin lot
+Everyware I'm at I'm pimpin'
+Sunshine rain sleet or snow mane
+When I'm around niggas handcuff they dames
+I fuck em and send em home and they don't love me tha same
+See my face on mtv tha mood just change
+She suddenly doesn't want you touchin' her mane
+I had tha same affect on brods befor tha fame
+Queen's track hustler point niggas know me mane
+[Chorus:]
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First ass Later
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First ass Later Pimpin'
+
+[Verse 2:]
+I can see it in her eyes she tired of tha average life
+Fuckin' with me so subject to tha lavish life
+Follow instructions baby tha sky's tha limit
+If you u believe u get to see and achieve
+But first past tha weed
+I was born ta be a balla
+Niggas be hatein' on a kid I can't call it
+I could be everything you need tha shoulder you lean on
+Tha one that you talk to, tha one that you keen on
+If your atracktive we get to thumpin' for awhile
+If you listen long enough ill send some humer ta make you smile
+Got you outta pokit now bitch go on choose a pimp
+Doc blew me lost my moma iv been pimpin' ever since
+I'm a special kinda nigga girl can't you see?
+I talk my way out the hood on to your T. V
+I make changing your life apear so easy
+But you gotta be about your paper if your rollin' with me
+Let's go
+[Chorus:]
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First ass Later
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First ass Later Pimpin'
+
+[Verse 3:]
+I'm from a bottom from a bottom goin' ta take it to tha top!
+If you think we can't do it nigga watch as
+We go to all tha way to a drop
+From a lil to alot put a touch up and we got it
+She's far from average
+She's a special lady she'll do anything for me and that drives me crazy
+We get our grind on
+I let her blow on my dice
+Then my luck change I hit tha h right twice
+Its simple its mental she down for me
+When theres no one around, she's around for me
+She's my sunshine after tha rain my joy after tha pain
+Its easy to comprehend simple and plain
+
+[Chorus:]
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First ass Later
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First ass Later Pimpin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street King Energy[Intro]
+[Girl singing]
+You, I love you so much
+I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
+[50 Cent]
+Alright, alright, that's enough
+Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga this is simple, not complicated
+I-I-I can't be faded
+I'm starting to think I made it
+Get out of line, out line, line, out line
+You act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga
+Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya
+There's no running from me
+Picture me in my darkest hour
+I would rather be marked for death than marked the coward
+Pure evil, like the dope in your veins
+You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain
+Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine
+I’m higher than Travolta, he flyin' a plane
+No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
+The barrel of that llama, hot, yeah, like a sauna
+Bricks in the door panel crossing the Verrazano
+Tom Ford Taylor shoes, you’s Ferragamo
+Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano
+I’m classically trained, they call me the piano man
+I move the keys fuck a piano, man
+I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
+Beef – I let blow, run, hop a fence, and dump it
+Niggas be talking all that jazz
+When they get down to the get down they ask
+That bass so deep, my heart so cold
+I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row
+[Hook]
+Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
+You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
+You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
+Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
+You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
+You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
+
+[Verse 2]
+This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce
+Say the wrong shit out your mouth I'll A your ass out
+One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast
+My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz
+I don't wanna play so I don't play fair
+You know it's not polite to stare at my Cartier
+Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor
+Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major
+I used to cut crack on my grandmama China
+And cook coke think I'm the chef from Elle's Diner
+Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar
+When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car
+They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far
+I love war, in fact, I'm the commander
+I want you to open the box of pandor'
+I'll destroy you and everything you stand for
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, I'm a South-side nigga to the bone
+And when my niggas ain't around, I do it on my own
+Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah
+That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit
+Wait till y'all hear the shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Elementary[Intro]
+
+[Verse 1: Scarlett]
+Picture me rolling Range Rover
+Same color your Air Force Ones
+White on white, ya like?
+Red I Flight the night
+From L.A. to N.Y
+I'm Harlem bound
+You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
+Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
+But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
+I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
+She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
+Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
+Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
+I got a fetish for the chips
+20's for the six
+Hollows for the clips
+Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
+And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
+Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
+Uptown niggas known for the money they make
+Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+The boss spending ends
+Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
+The snitch in the precinct saying
+"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
+The balla by the bar saying
+"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
+Snitch in the back of the police car
+Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
+It's elementary
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+Now get the fuck on the floor
+I slid through the front door
+With the 9 and the velour
+A cal in my pocket
+You wil', I'mma pop it
+I'm down for a profit
+I'm ghetto as hell
+You can't tell?
+My road dog, under the jail
+Getting frustrating mail
+So I'm drinking and smoking
+Thinking and hoping
+This cell gon' open
+You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow
+I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
+Hell no
+I ain't paying for pleasure
+Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
+It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
+Long on the scene
+DVD's on the screen
+Blowing on cream
+Waiting for you to scheme
+You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+The boss spending ends
+Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
+The snitch in the precinct saying
+"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
+The balla by the bar saying
+"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
+Snitch in the back of the police car
+Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
+It's elementary
+
+[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
+I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
+Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
+I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
+When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
+So ya'll niggas hate me, cause your wives be our groupies
+Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
+Fall back, matter fact back down
+Cause I just passed security without no pat down
+You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
+Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
+Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
+So my pockets never be empty
+It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
+We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
+50 got me getting ass like I never did
+So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+The boss spending ends
+Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
+The snitch in the precinct saying
+"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
+The balla by the bar saying
+"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
+Snitch in the back of the police car
+Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
+It's elementary
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+The cat in the house go
+Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
+The bird in the cage go
+Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
+It's elementaryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Man’s World[Intro: 50 Cent]
+What you saying boy, boy?
+Ha ha - said what you saying boy?
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on
+See me, I never ever ever run
+Niggas say the wrong shit to me like he wanna do me
+Somebody be at him with my gun
+What you saying, boy? You think I'm playing, boy?
+Watch your mouth, girl, this a man's world
+What you saying, boy? You think I'm playing, boy?
+Watch your mouth, girl, this a man's world
+
+[Verse 1]
+Listen, nigga you play me and I'mma go crazy
+You push me I'mma motherfucking trip
+I come tripping through your set busting off my TEC
+I gives a fuck if you's a Blood or a Crip
+Nigga from J.F.K. to L.A.X., I'm back through the sets again
+Gangsta life, that's right, crazy-ass Mexicans
+Do it the raw way, broad day, AK
+Spray cause a melee, mayday mayday
+Freak bitch suck me on tape like Ray J
+Niggas that I'm up against know they can't fade me
+I'm the last one, you know the last don
+She know she wanna come, bitch, bring your ass on
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+See, I come from the Southside where niggas is outside
+Right now with the rubber grips
+Niggas say they gon' see me to hit 'em on G.P
+Then I bless 'em with the chains full of bricks
+When you come from where I'm from you come from the bottom
+They ain't supposed to get this rich
+So the Fed's got my phone tapped to treat me like Fat Cat
+Now I'm thinking "man, ain't this a bitch?"
+Niggas stick cola in cola, from moving the yola
+Next thing you know they up in your crib
+Saying ''where's the stash at?'' You move they gon' blast that
+So I suggest you stand still, kid
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+This a man's world
+Watch your mouth girl, this a man's worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If Dead Men Could Talk[50 Cent]
+Hold up
+Son them niggas know who hit that nigga son (I know, I know)
+They - how the fuck, we gon' know who hit him, and they don't know who hit him?
+The hood talkin man, e'rybody know~! (I know, it's fucked up)
+
+[Intro]
+Now I lay thee down to sleep
+Niggas try and lay me down wit heat
+And if I should die though before I awake
+I pray my Lord my soul to take
+
+[50 Cent]
+If dead men could talk in your sleep your homey told you who got him
+Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him? (Huh?)
+Or would you start switchin up
+You thinkin 'bout the penitentiary and bitchin up?
+What if he said money ain't everything, the hood raised us wrong
+All jux'll get your money long but look here I'm gone
+Would that touch your heart? Have you feelin funny inside?
+Would that be enough to make your punk-ass ride?
+What if he gave you a little list of things to do?
+Said he wouldn't have to die, he could live through you
+Would you load the gats, and get ready ro ride
+Or would you lock the door at yo' crib and hide?
+It's a cold world even when it's hot outside
+Whether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain
+Hit him cause he was your strength, now you in a daze
+Your homey turnin over in his grave... cause you PUSSY!
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G. {*repeat 3X*}
+"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up with the lugers from they Rugers or they Desert"
+(RIGHT~!!)
+
+[50 Cent]
+Them boys smoked your homey, ye ain't gon' do nuttin back?
+Not even if he told you you next to get clapped?
+It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you
+Your peoples gon' probably cremate and burn the rest of you
+You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven
+Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7?
+When you reach the pearly gates, how you gon' explain
+You gon' try and tell God you've been framed?
+Y'all did everything together, he was your dog
+Now you Uptown coppin, and he in the morgue
+Them niggas he gave packs to, they kept the cake
+His sister and his baby momma talkin to Jake (uh-huh)
+Niggas that rocked him, they came to the wake
+But they ain't come inside, they sat out in the ride
+At the funeral, homicide all in the business
+Walkin 'round askin niggas to tell 'em who did it
+Niggas is throwin blows now you ready to rumble?
+Thirsty niggas are animals, the hood is a jungle
+Broke nigga'll body somethin over a bundle
+Man a three-year-old kid in my hood know what a gun do
+[Hook] - repeat 'til 15 seconds left
+
+[Outro]
+Sha Money, XL!
+Shadyville, teamwork, musicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Old 2003 Ferrari[Intro]
+{*Lighter flick*}
+{*Exhale*}
+Yeah, this some good shit
+Ooh, this feel like some Wu shit:
+I got more Glocks and TECs than you
+I make it pop, hit your homie, right next to you
+
+[Hook]
+Niggas say they like my old shit
+So I'll give them some old shit
+What the fuck do I care; it's old
+Shit I could flip some old shit
+No, I’ll give them some new shit
+I’ll just use my old flow
+
+Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing
+Look, look (x2)
+
+[Verse 1]
+What's up
+It’s '011; why that Maybach a '06? (Huh?)
+This nigga boo booed up with my old bitch
+I put paper before hoes: thats why I’m so rich (Yeah!)
+I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit (Chu-chu!)
+Doc check my temperature: Why I’m so cold?
+The hood left the left side of my chest froze
+I’m more about pimpin', gettin' bank rolls
+Sittin' watchin' them trickin' on them stank hoes (Make it rain)
+We can share love like, Kanye and Khalifa
+From runways in Milan, to big bags of reefer (Wooh!)
+She alright for a night, but don’t keep her
+Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest ether
+[Hook]
+Niggas say they like my old shit
+So I'll give them some old shit
+What the fuck do I care; it's old
+Shit I could flip some old shit
+No, I’ll give them some new shit
+I’ll just use my old flow
+
+Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing
+Look, look (x2)
+
+[Verse 2]
+My belt buckle YSL; my denim vintage
+My AP all iced out; my shit authentic
+My bread come in by the boat load; that's how I get it (Yeah)
+The cops come, say: I ain't do it; you know I did it (Aah!)
+I ain't trippin’, na-na-na-na I ain't trippin’
+I am just putting the clip in
+I ain't out the window lickin' bitch (Wooh!)
+I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon
+I am 50, I’m putting an end to niggas fuckin' with me (Uh)
+Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with an iron fist
+I am strapped, what y’all niggas going to do with this?
+Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift
+One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift
+[Hook]
+Niggas say they like my old shit
+So I'll give them some old shit
+What the fuck do I care; it's old
+Shit I could flip some old shit
+No, I’ll give them some new shit
+I’ll just use my old flow
+
+Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing
+Look, look (x2)
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, it's 50, I'm back
+You won't see me rolling around
+Y'all niggas see me, you already know
+Don't come and say: What's up
+I don't fuck with you
+Y'all know I don't fuck with y'all niggas
+I'll smack a high-note out one of you niggas
+It's business as usual
+All we're going to do is get more money, more bread
+You hear me?
+Watch me thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Look What You Made Me Do[Verse 1]
+Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
+I bet niggas will stand around sayin' "Damn who did that?"
+I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the jack
+I'm the type to borrow your gat then won't give the shit back
+Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T
+Caress the ass gently in back of Bentleys
+You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons
+In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin
+I'm planning to take over New York then start expanding
+Was Bob Marley singing about teks when he sung "I'm Jammin'?
+Nigga fuck with my cash and I'll blast yo' ass
+Snatch the Glock out the stash in the dash in mash
+Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
+If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass
+Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
+I ain't playin' with you, I want my money motherfucker
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word?
+He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
+I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
+I run with niggas that'll spray and strip and stay there shit
+You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot
+I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
+From the cordless cell phone in a baby blue drop
+I got a lot of hungry niggas with me straight from the street
+These industry niggas are startin' to look like something to eat
+They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
+My niggas living on section eight in public housing
+They'll murder you and keep the shit low cause niggas heard of you
+Them b-more niggas is rowdy rowdy
+Them Detroit niggas is bout it bout it
+If they say they gonna kill ya nigga don't you doubt it
+Got your gun well don't leave home without it
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, your man could have ran when I robbed him but he froze
+Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
+The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she chose
+Now you heart broke, that's what you get for lovin' them hoes
+An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid
+Runnin round without no heat, it's like a fifth with no kick
+A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
+A bad bitch that won't blow dick
+It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin' spot with no dice
+Like fuckin' supermodel bitches and not bustin' off twice
+I murder any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice
+I only say things once, never twice, don't fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Touch Me[Intro: 50 Cent]
+This time.. I'ma make it clear..
+That I'm number one, uhh
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
+Maybe this is who I should make the missus
+Let's conversate a little like a fiddle, play with the middle
+They way she shake when it wiggle, I mean she hot like a kettle
+Well, me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
+So I line you up and I dent you
+You run you're fucked when I catch you
+You only eat cause I let you, I hate the fact that I met you
+When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)]
+Touch me, tease me
+Feel me and caress me (come on come on...)
+Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode
+(Come on come on...)
+'Cause all my love you can control... (yeah...)
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Haha... yeah... yeah... yeah...
+She scratch my back when I'm stroking
+She scream she like it, she open
+I'm sitting back while she sucking, she super freaky, I love it (woo!)
+The sex is better than basic, that kitty kat, yeah, I chase it
+She do it just how I like it, position after position
+Fast stroke, short stroke, deep stroke, listen
+She down for pushing her limits, that's why I'm pushing up in it
+Start kissing her lips then I'm kissing her neck
+When my tongue cross her tatas, then bet it get wet to her, easy
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)]
+Touch me, tease me (touch me baby...)
+Feel me and caress me (tease me baby...)
+Hold on tight and don't let go (50...), baby I'm about to explode
+(Wooo...!)
+'Cause all my love you can control...
+(This is how it's supposed to feel
+I said this is how it's supposed to feel...)
+
+[Verse 3: Case (50 Cent)]
+I'll spend the night with you (haha...)
+If you promise you will do
+All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean
+(Girl you know what he mean...)
+'Cause tonight you taste like ice cream
+(Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah...
+Work it out now... wooohooooooo... !)
+I wanna make you fall in love
+Make you touch the stars above (haha...)
+Please me low and be my friend
+I'll come back and hit it again (and hit it again...)
+And again, and again, and again (again and again...)
+Don't go away (yeah... come on girl...)
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)]
+Touch me, tease me (make it feel good...)
+Feel me and caress me (I mean real good...)
+Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (haha...)
+'Cause all my love you can control...
+(Yeah... I can feel it... owwwwww...!)
+[Verse 4: Foxy Brown (50 Cent)]
+What?
+Let me get that Lex, nigga
+Sex wetter than aquariums
+Flashing, to get their ass and (uhh...)
+Who fucks slow in Lear jets and coupes
+My ones stacking
+You ain't know that I be macking, uhh (nah...)
+The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
+Them trips to Belize, had you living on your knees, uhh (yeah...)
+Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas
+(Yeah... yeah... yeah... ah!)
+The forty room palace, sipping Cristal-ise
+Uhh, what, uhh
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)]
+Touch me, tease me (yeah...)
+Feel me and caress me
+(Now bend, and stretch come on...)
+Hold on tight and don't let go (now bend, and stretch come on...)
+Baby I'm about to explode
+(Work it out... I said work it out...)
+'Cause all my love you can control...
+(Come on break it down... that's how they break it down... haha...)
+Touch me, tease me (this is what I call fun...)
+Feel me and caress me (I'm having so much fun...)
+Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode
+(I'm back to work...)
+'Cause all my love you can control... (yeah...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Heard Me[Verse 1]
+Shorty the Henny got me feelin' right (Ya heard me?)
+My momma gone, you can spend the night (Ya heard me?)
+I ain't playin', I'm tryna fuck tonight (Ya heard me?)
+Clothes off, face down, ass up, come on
+Shorty, you roll with the winners, right (Ya heard me?)
+You see now me, I got my money right (Ya heard me?)
+I'm tryna teach you how to play, how the big boys play
+When you come around my way (Ya heard me?)
+Now see the Bentley got the 20 inch chrome (Ya heard me?)
+You could get in, but don't touch the phone (Ya heard me?)
+Money come, money go, I know
+But everytime I flow, it's more money, fo' sho (Ya heard me?)
+In the street niggas sayin' I'm nice (Ya heard me?)
+Watch flooded, no more room for ice (Ya heard me?)
+Niggas be on TV stuntin' hard, and in the hood
+The same niggas they be gettin' robbed (Ya heard me?)
+You might hear I get shot but, I don't get robbed
+Cause me, I be on my jog (Ya heard me?)
+
+[Chorus]
+(You like it when I back that ass up on you?)
+Ooh, baby I like it, I like it
+(When I work that ass, that ass)
+Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me
+I got a Kool-Aid smile
+(And baby I like it, I like it)
+Everytime we dance you make it worth my while
+(And I like it, I like it)
+[Bridge]
+Shorty, if you wanna roll with some ballers, you should call us
+I'm tryna make sure you hear me (Ya heard me?)
+We rap now, we rollin' and I'm holdin'
+And I'ma make sure you hear me (Ya heard me?)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I freak off with the video chicks (Ya heard me?)
+Sweatin' tracks out in back of the 6 (Ya heard me?)
+MTV, they gon' play my hits (Ya heard me?)
+Even though I'm real ghetto and shit (Ya heard me?)
+I got a G niggas shoot that Ace (Ya heard me?)
+Your ass bettin' I'ma cut your face (Ya heard me?)
+Last thing I need is to catch a new case, I don't know nothin'
+'bout them high hats but I sell base (Ya heard me?)
+The city boys tryna kill a kid (Ya heard me?)
+They shot me up in front of my crib (Ya heard me?)
+He had the drop, I couldn't run from him
+Shot in the hand, tryna take the fuckin' gun from him (Ya heard me?)
+Little homie sayin', "50, you tough" (Ya heard me?)
+9 shots just wasn't enough (Ya heard me?)
+
+[Chorus]
+(You like it when I back that ass up on you?)
+Ooh, baby I like it, I like it
+(When I work that ass, that ass)
+Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me
+I got a Kool-Aid smile
+(And baby I like it, I like it)
+Everytime we dance you make it worth my while
+(And I like it, I like it)
+[Verse 3]
+Nigga, you best be comin' up with my cash (Ya heard me?)
+Don't make me go and get the gat out the stash (Ya heard me?)
+I'll come back and pop one in your ass (Ya heard me?)
+Don't play with the money, no not with the money
+Niggas get knocked when they start playin' games (Ya heard me?)
+Stop tellin' the police my name (Ya heard me?)
+I don't mind givin' chicks them tips (Ya heard me?)
+They let me play with then tits and hips (Ya heard me?)
+When I come through, they know I'm a thug
+Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen's club (Ya heard me?)
+I rap but I'm still sellin' them O's (Ya heard me?)
+My man Mike still pimpin' them hoes (Ya heard me?)
+He said if the ho knew better, she'd come through better
+And make a pimp more cheddar (Ya heard me?)
+
+[Chorus]
+(You like it when I back that ass up on you?)
+Ooh, baby I like it, I like it
+(When I work that ass, that ass)
+Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me
+I got a Kool-Aid smile
+(And baby I like it, I like it)
+Everytime we dance you make it worth my while
+(And I like it, I like it)
+[Outro]
+50 make it crazy in the club
+I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me
+I come through niggas always show me love
+I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me
+Niggas want beef, y'all could see me in the street
+I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me
+But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat
+I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Talking in Codes[Produced by Frank Dukes]
+
+[Intro]
+{"Alright, are you ready?"}
+Fuck that
+
+[Chorus]
+These niggas is green, these niggas is green
+I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
+When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
+Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do'
+These niggas is green, these niggas is green
+I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
+When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
+Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
+These niggas is green
+
+[Verse 1]
+It's nothing to it, cock it, bang it and get rid of that
+Hit his fitted cap, he won't get a chance to Twitter that
+I make the Ruger sing a song, bullets hum to you
+You better have God with you when I come to you
+I'm a grimy nigga, I said some simple shit
+You's a dirty nigga with syphilis on your dick
+I catch you I'mma wash you up, line you, spit-shine you
+Leave you right there in the street where niggas can find you
+Die, nigga, die, fly, pelican, fly
+When I pull it eat a bullet, don't question me why
+That's the laws of the jungle, I'll show you what the gun do
+My bad, what the shell do, you rot until they smell you
+[Chorus]
+These niggas is green, these niggas is green
+I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
+When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
+Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do'
+These niggas is green, these niggas is green
+I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
+When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
+Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
+These niggas is green
+
+[Verse 2]
+Get green, son, get him, cut his head
+He didn't even see it coming, he sleeping, that's what he did
+Get biz, niggas acting like it ain't what it is
+Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit
+Let Doc come sew him up, gang signs throw 'em up
+In my hood growing up you pussy or you 'bout it
+You shooting or you running, the police coming
+Niggas get at you you get at them or you don't mean nothing
+Niggas walk tough, even walk like warriors
+On some G shit, they get to singing like Gloria
+Now come clean, tell us what you told the D's
+Matter fact don't tell us shit, motherfucker, hold these
+
+[Chorus]
+These niggas is green, these niggas is green
+I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
+When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
+Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do'
+These niggas is green, these niggas is green
+I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
+When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
+Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
+These niggas is green
+[Interlude]
+Yeah, feels like summer to me
+Expect it nice and hot
+40 day, my bad, my bad
+Family day, I be in the projects
+Y'all come check me out
+Get a chance to do some new shit
+You don't wanna miss this, trust me
+
+[Chorus]
+These niggas is green, these niggas is green
+I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
+When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
+Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do'
+These niggas is green, these niggas is green
+I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
+When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
+Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
+These niggas is greenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+SMS Get the Message[Intro]
+Nigga I ain’t fucking around
+SMS, get the message, get the message!
+SMS, get the message!
+
+[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
+I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
+I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig?
+I go to war with one nine
+I work, you see mine
+But I ain’t never ever gonna say I did it
+In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks
+You stuntin’ on hungry niggas, go ahead get your ass shot
+Your neck got your chain on it
+Bullet got your name on it
+I’m serious, sometimes it seems like I’m playin’
+Dump a shell case in your face, The DA’s coming for me
+They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case
+I know some niggas, some snitches
+I know some bitches who’s scared
+I got some shooters around me and they stay fully prepared
+We got them straps you niggas look at and flinch
+Ghetto nigga get rich, what you think I’ma get?
+We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper
+We got that Ruger that Mac, I call it my bitch nigga ether
+[Hook]
+All we do is get that grain
+And my niggas move cocaine
+Plus we let them hammers bang
+I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang
+
+[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
+Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue
+Niggas’ll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren’t you
+Nigga, my vest on, my chucks are bomb proof
+You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I’m on you
+This ain't tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the hood
+Stay the fuck out the way with your mouth shut like you should!
+When the bullshit start I’mma find a spot
+Aim it right at your knot than the shell cases’ll drop
+Man, you niggas don’t know me, you know my government name
+Go ‘head ask about booboo, they tell you I let it bang
+Got a big reputation, there’s something wrong with my brain
+Nigga front, I’mma squeeze it, go ‘head stunt, I’m squeeze it
+
+[Hook]
+All we do is get that grain
+And my niggas move cocaine
+Plus we let them hammers bang
+I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang
+[Outro]
+Yeah! Back on my shit, man!
+I don’t give a fuck about fitting in
+You niggas gonna follow me!
+Back to the ground, nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
+Now wan’ get dirty with me?
+We gon’ see if you all you niggas done with soft?
+All y’all get with the shit man
+This the shit man
+All the real niggas feel it!
+Rest of you RnB ass niggas
+Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga
+Fuck It!
+G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
+SMS Audio, Sleek By 50
+R.I.P NATE DOGGEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Planet 50[Intro]
+If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything
+Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me?
+
+[50 Cent - Verse 1]
+You know you won’t play with a nigga
+I fly out to spend the day with a nigga
+First flight, first seat and first class
+First pair of Giuseppes, first Birkin bag
+I’m Street King, so you’ll be fit for a king
+When we step out on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen
+It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your night in shining armor
+And retro Jordan’s, Giselle’s and a leather bomber
+Bright lights, city life, I’ll show around New York a bit
+From hot dogs and pretzels to the expensive shit
+Cause we can shop till my nickname Saks Fifth
+Madison Ave mindframe, baby I stack chips smile
+Me cell phone’ll capture the moment
+When your emotions start to shift
+I’ma just shoot that over your brown eyes
+To chocolate thighs
+Make me wanna sing good lord
+Is this Adam and Eve happening again?
+
+[Hook]
+We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right
+Let me know if you’re with it
+That kush in my hood so good, roll it up, back wood
+Can’t wait to let you hit it
+Now you’re in my world
+Now you’re in my world!
+Planet Fifty
+[Verse 2]
+Listen shawty, this is my foreplay without the touching
+You can say it’s my forté, I feel you coming
+Mindsex I make you wanna take your clothes off
+2020 golden Benz, I’m feeling that concept
+I want the best, now can you be the best for me
+Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect recipe
+Let’s take a walk on the wild side and chat til your body language is saying, boy come get this cake
+In my mind ten times, I done took off your clothes
+So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know it’s a go
+I’m a gambling man, talking ’bout life not dicing
+And that look in your eyes say it’s going down tonight
+You can show me what you’re into
+As I get into, kissing, licking, switching positions
+Acting like a nympho
+Round after round, I show you how I put it down
+Jet set, mile high club
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Down[Hook: 50 Cent]
+When it's on you better get-get-get-get-get down
+Get-get-get-get-get down
+I pull out you better, get down
+I let off you better, get down
+Get-get-get-get-get down, get-get-get-get-get down
+When its on you better, get dow
+I pull out you better, get dow
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You know it takes 7 days and 6 nights before I get right
+I get Puffy then I lean on him, put that beam on him
+You proably heard Ma$e tried to join the team
+Cause Puffy's too busy selling pimple cream
+What Puff sell next is Maybelline
+Or dance next to Joc to try to get hot
+This is the quiet before the storm, the warning before it's on
+50 back on that shit, 50 finger to flip
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo)]
+They don't do it like this, concentrate on the wrists
+I got see-through rocks on a Chronoswiss
+I got rich real quick, now I'm sipping on Cris'
+Its T-O-N-Y, G-Unit is the clique
+On the back the clip, thats the hammer on the pound
+So you better (get-get-get-get-get down)
+I'm on the Greyhound and now I'm on the run
+Cause I ain't doing time for no damn murder one
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Hot Rod]
+When I roll through the hood, man, it's all good
+These hoes get down when I show 'em my wood
+Niggas get down cause they knowing they should
+And when them thangs spit rounds they flow through the hood
+If you's a hard nigga you feeling you gotta prove it
+I run with the Unit, please man don't do it
+Act tough now, you have to duck down
+You hit the lotto last week, you out of luck now, nigga
+
+[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
+I get money, money I got
+The strawberry deck could be the same color the drop
+You can see a nigga clear when I put down the top
+Sunlight hit the watch, you see the shit down the block
+Anything colored VS, my shit right
+My shits is diamonds, yours boltonites
+I know ya plan was to fake it till you make it
+But I'mma blow ya ass up, lets face it
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Watch Your Back[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You better watch yo back, motherfuckers is grimey down here
+You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here
+Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I don't care
+Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here
+You betta watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here
+So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here
+Cause lil' sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here
+Next thing you know you wakin' up...
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+When I say I'll lay a nigga down I put that on my momma
+Niggas gonna see it's real when we get in the dramma
+I ain't fightin' wit these faggots ima back out the lama
+And start lettin' off until niggas is no longer problems
+I watch the blood seep in the street, I'm swift wit the heat
+I hit a nigga quick, Know why? niggas hit me
+They call me 50 my aka is two gun Charlie
+Find me up at 4 in the mornin' to catch me a body
+Waitin' for you in yo projects by your staircase door
+Come out! Come out! pussy you can't hide from a war
+I get impatient then I'm bringin' it to yo people, I ring the doorbell then I'm puttin' one through your peephole
+Boy it's a no,no to fuck wit me cause i'm not your equal
+They say i'm loco, the pump will make your fuckin' chest see-through
+But on the low though I'll show you how them hollow tips eat through, your legs, your back, your head and your hat
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You better watch yo back, muthafuckas is grimey down here
+You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here
+Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I don't care
+Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here
+You better watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here
+So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here
+Cause lil' sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here
+Next thing you know you wakin' up...
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+When I'm gunnin' at yo ass wit the chrome
+Kid you runnin' outta town like a boost mobile phone
+Yea the tech jam but it really don't shoot bad
+I'll turn yo head into a fishnet doo rag
+I got bricks of that raw sittin' in that rice man
+And a long fo'fo when I'm at da dice game
+You won't catch me slippin' when I'm hittin' them licks
+I roll 4,5,6 wit my hand on my shit
+I'm a gangsta on point ready to flip
+Fo' you dummies i got dumb dumsb all in my clip
+I got bundles of that D man I'm tryin to get paid
+So I'm makin moves fast like my name was D. Wade
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You better watch yo back, muthafuckas is grimey down here
+You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here
+Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I don't care
+Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here
+You better watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here
+So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here
+Cause lil' sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here
+Next thing you know you wakin' up...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+50 for President[Intro]
+Ladies and gentleman, I know you were very surprised when you heard for the first time 50 Cent is running for the president. I like to thank you for all for tuning into these debates. Some really important issues to adress and I'd love to answer your questions and hear your suggestions. (Listen to this shit) after I propose. I'm not just another politician politicing, it's your boy. 50 - here we go
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, I done smoked a couple pounds, but I ain't never inhale
+Been in custody before, but never in jail
+Baby, I love you like America, don't talk to me fly
+But I promise you if you do, bitch, I'll black ya eye
+See, the hood fucked up, I got a plan for the crisis
+Bring the dope in on boats and lower cocaine prices
+That's stage one of my plan to pass by depression
+When everybody high who gives a fuck 'bout recession?
+Imagine gas price is twenty dollars a gallon
+D's catch a nigga and have walk to the island
+My main aim's to take away pain
+It's okay, get fucked up, man
+Got that purple, roll that shit
+Got that pill pop, now take that trip
+Got the Hennessy, man, take that sip
+The pain'll go away if you get higher than a motherfucker
+And I know you think you know my style
+Sursprise, nigga, I done changed it now
+5 years, I'm the nigga you been hating on
+December 9th I'mma give you what you waiting for
+Before I Self Destruct, motherfucker
+[Outro]
+It's 50
+I'm in Detroit right now
+I got Eminem in the other room, Dre in here
+We putting it togheter
+I'm gon' hit, I'm finna hit the restart button
+It's gon' feel like I just started it all over again
+Like this '03 and this is Get Rich
+My album come with a full length movie
+Feautered film, I'm like Prince right now, man
+It's like Purple Rain, baby, stupid
+Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
+Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus, Sasha Delvalle, Elijah Williams, Carlos Franco, Gabriel Ellis
+Shout out to all my niggas in Paris and New Jersey
+Aight, I gotta go work back on my album
+It's classic, December 9th, 50
+That's right, Thisis50.com, On demand Entertainmant
+Peace - oh yeah, on't forget to vote for meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Lay Down (Smoked)[Hook: Ned the Wino]
+Move the fuck out the way
+This might get rain today
+Don't wanna play now
+I'm on a roll
+That's where I plan to stay
+Look at the bed you made
+And lay down
+
+[Bridge 1: 50 Cent]
+Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me
+Tricks are for kids don't play with me
+You'll get smoked, I ain't for the bullshit
+Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
+Problem nigga, it's ok with me
+The revolver always stay with me
+You'll get smoked, I ain't for the bullshit
+44 bulldog for that bullshit
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Nigga that was my mama crack spot
+I got birth rights
+I lay a nigga out on the turf nice
+Fuck a fist fight
+Shit shift all of sudden, you can box my box cutter as I can see it cutting
+Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy
+I bet this hurt you like it hurts me (it hurts)
+Hot as hell when that gunpowder burning
+What goes around don't come around
+When I'm putting work in
+Nigga swallow your pride and run
+You stick around you're done
+[Hook: Ned the Wino]
+Move the fuck out the way
+This might get rain today
+Don't wanna play now
+I'm on a roll
+That's where I plan to stay
+Look at the bed you made
+And lay down
+
+[Bridge 2: 50 Cent]
+I don't know you, what the fuck you wanna say to me
+I'm telling you niggas don't play with me
+You'll get smoked, I ain't for the bullshit
+Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
+Body on the ground, it's OK with me
+I make examples so niggas don't play with me
+You'll get smoked, I ain't for the bullshit
+44 bulldog for that bullshit
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk
+I shoot a duck flying right out the sky with the punk
+A nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets
+16 in the clip, I dump 'em all in your whip
+You think I'm joking I'm not
+Find out when that Glock get to dumping
+And your back get hot
+I got a temper, you don't wanna test my patience
+And end up doc's new patient
+Stump your head on the pavement
+You try come at me on some brave shit
+[Hook: Ned the Wino]
+Move the fuck out the way
+This might get rain today
+Don't wanna play now
+I'm on a roll
+That's where I plan to stay
+Look at the bed you made
+And lay downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Part 2 & Bump Heads[50 Cent]
+I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
+The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
+The reason there's two karats in each of ya ears
+I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care
+How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
+Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never
+Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
+So when I shine, you shine
+The finest champagne, we can toast to life
+Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
+Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"
+I need you in my life girl, you're too much to lose
+
+[Beat switches]
+
+[Hook]
+Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out
+Then you'll bump heads wit me
+I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
+That it ain't cool to fuck wit me
+Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' rider
+Then you'll bump heads wit me
+I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
+That it ain't cool to fuck wit me
+[Tony Yayo]
+G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas
+Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas
+I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip
+I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy rich
+Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy
+Give Tony too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
+V12, SL detailed
+I rap and wait for them checks in the mail
+If you hatin', your due time life will expire
+Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
+Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleek shit
+They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick
+And this 'dro and this nestle got me right
+So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes
+I'm on first class flights heading towards Vegas
+Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players
+I roll a seven, cause we crap table players
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone
+My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
+I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home cooked
+I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone book
+You're high with your messed up ratchets
+I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup packets
+Fuck who's in ya ride, there's tools on my side
+By the females standin' with tattoos on they thighs
+There's a lot of cats losin' they wives
+Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they eyes
+Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm prepared
+But I'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard
+They know me in the field, the kid with the fans
+That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
+If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the deal
+Big city, stadium tour, Rollie in the wheel motherfuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+5 Heartbeats[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Nights like this... I wish
+Rain drops would fall
+5 heartbeats left
+One last deep breath
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I got a 16 shot Ruger, I got 16 cars
+All over how I write 16 bars
+Ja, Joe and Jada they're fuckin' retards
+I run Interscope, uh-uh Oh, my God
+Your stuff I'll make it hot
+You want I'll get ya shot
+You're just open your coffin
+You're dead men walking
+Now when I'm out in London they say I'm so smart
+I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya
+Must be goin' crazy
+Cause I'm still down
+To get down to let off rounds
+I'm loadin up my 380
+I can't wait 'till I see death
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+I'm tryin' to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators
+My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters
+The condos in Vegas - cause NY freezin'
+My strap is the reason that you on the floor bleedin'
+I learned the Coke game Young and Watchin' 50!
+And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly
+Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur
+Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur. [shot] {DAMN!}
+
+[Hook]
+I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya!
+Must be goin' crazy
+Cause I'm still down
+To get down to let off rounds
+I'm loadin' up my 380
+I can't wait 'till I see - death!
+Oh babyyyy!
+Nigga I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+It's the first of the month
+Hahahaha
+It's the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga
+OOOHHH!
+It's a fuckin' zoo out here, man
+These fuckin' chimpanzees, man
+Fuckin' monkeys talkin' 'bout me, man
+Pull through there man, it's hot
+These niggas out on the curb, I'm like look at these donkies
+Bunch of fuckin' jackasses
+Man go do something, nigga
+What the fuck, man?
+Damn, nigga go to jail nigga
+Give yourself an excuse for bein' Fuckin' broke nigga
+Come on, man
+Fuck is up man
+This 50, man
+South Side, man
+You already know what I'm about boyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Girls Go Wild[Intro: 50 Cent] & (Jeremih)
+Give it to em (give it to em) [x4]
+
+[Verse 1: Jeremih]
+Don’t do much talking, I just check ‘em with the D
+Got ’bout 3, 4 bad, bad bitches in the tub waiting for me
+My favorite ho's imported, her name Elize
+And she say she got a man, she can’t stand that he’s a zero
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Bitch, I’m the man, I love bubbling
+Shorty touch ya, touch ya hands all, all over me
+Yeah, no-one will believe
+I can get you high as NASA, careful with ya asses
+
+[Pre-Hook: Jeremih] & (50 Cent)
+I only want em bad (give it to ‘em)
+Whatever's on tab (give it to em)
+I’mma spend a little more change at the bar
+Tell the DJ to run it back (give it to em)
+I'mma give it to em, give it to em (give it to em)
+Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em (give it to em) [x3]
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+50 Cent got that shit that'll make them (girls go wild, girls go wild)
+My shit knock in the club and it make them (girls go wild, girls go wild)
+From the front to the back let me kick it (girls go wild, girls go wild)
+I got them macking like they rocking to my old shit (girls go wild, girls go wild)
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+She want me to trick, I think this pussy one for me
+She seen my watch and all the rocks on top of my new pinky ring
+Oh, understand I’m out here in these street
+Get out of line tryin’ to take mine, I get at you with the heat, boy
+Girl, my swag is illsy
+Flip a row of Cavalli frames, I blew a couple G’s
+Shorty bad, I bet ya she’s a freak
+She might bring a friend if she want something to eat
+
+[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
+
+[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
+Smoke purple shit and it slow me down, down, down
+I sip brown shit ’till my head spin round, round, round
+Shorty says she wants me, you know what’s up
+Might pop a pill before we fuck
+Basically we all turned up, all the way turned up
+First it’s "Fifty, you know you so strong"
+Than it’s "Tell me how you go so long?"
+"Non-stop, please can we take a break"
+She said “I need water, I need water”
+I don’t need no crowd round when I’m performing
+No TV, no lights, no camcorder
+I let the world know I’m a bedroom star
+Ya boy a freak, I always go hard
+[Pre-Hook] + [Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit![Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
+Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high
+Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
+50 can't even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
+Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up
+I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
+Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
+As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff
+Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
+I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
+You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
+Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb
+While the so called smart kids was poppin' gum
+I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
+Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
+A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
+Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
+He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about
+Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
+Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen
+In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto
+Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
+Let's go, let's flow nigga
+[Hook - Singing] - 2X
+War, what is it good for absolutely nothin'
+But niggas keep frontin'
+Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier
+Die like a soldier
+
+[Outro - Talking]
+War, state of mercy nigga
+You see me pop off nigga
+Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
+Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
+You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga
+Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
+50 Cent, new shit
+My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
+Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
+And nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga
+Uh huh, ya heardEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Call Me[Hook - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
+(Call me) Why you naggin me?
+(Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me)
+(Call me) Why you harassin me?
+I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
+
+(Call me) Why you naggin me?
+(Call me) Girl you houndin me
+(Call me) Why you harassin me?
+I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
+
+[Tony Yayo - talking in background of Hook]
+50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh
+As we proceed, uh
+
+[50 Cent] (Tony Yayo)
+You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up)
+You didn't like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh)
+You didn't like the little things I do
+Just tryin to be close to you (c'mon, c'mon)
+
+Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up
+My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up
+In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga"
+With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga)
+When you disrespect me is where I draw the line
+You seen my artwork but you ain't seen me draw the nine
+Come through the hood, you'll get shot homey just cause I say so
+I'm the hottest shit on this street, I don't do J Lo (here we go)
+[Hook - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Hope]
+(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?]
+(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Oh now I'm houndin you]
+(Call me) Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin]
+I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
+
+(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Man you call me]
+(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Yeah whatever]
+(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
+I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
+
+[Tony Yayo - talking behind Hook]
+Uh huh, yeah
+
+[Hope] (Tony Yayo)
+I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up)
+No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh)
+No pies, no cake, couldn't get a crum nigga (crum nigga)
+Fuck too fast, too quick to cum nigga
+Now you wanna talk like you big shit
+Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick
+You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin?
+Cause when you's fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c'mon)
+
+[Hook - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Tony Yayo]
+(Call me) Why you naggin me?
+(Call me) Girl you houndin me
+(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
+I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [I just wanna fuck]
+(Call me) Why you naggin me?
+(Call me) Girl you houndin me
+(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
+I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
+
+[Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of Hook]
+Yeah, um, YAYO!
+
+[Tony Yayo]
+Don't call me bitch, don't be naggin me
+Cause the police thinkin 'bout baggin me (baggin me)
+You wanna call me on my cell, but don't got money for bail
+And you the main reason that I'm stuck in the jail
+You showed 'em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed 'em where the stash at (uh huh)
+Got a order of protection, no I'm doin five flat
+In my heart I thought you was the one
+"Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH)
+
+[Hook - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
+(Call me) Why you naggin me?
+(Call me) Girl you houndin me
+(Call me) Why you harassin me?
+I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
+
+(Call me) Why you naggin me?
+(Call me) Girl you houndin me
+(Call me) Why you harassin me?
+I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
+[Tweet]
+Call me
+Call meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gangsta’d Up{*set to the beat of "G'd Up" by Tha Eastsidaz*}
+
+[50 Cent]
+Yeah, I stay with my ratchet nigga
+Go 'head and talk bad nigga
+You best be on your best behavior out this motherfucker!
+Ha ha
+
+[Hook: 50 - singing]
+I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me
+Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody
+Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
+That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody
+
+[Tony Yayo]
+I got a rifle with a scope in the trunk of the Viper
+So I shoot off the roof like the D.C. sniper
+I just bought a bezel, and a brand new piece
+And a level two vest and a brand new piece
+See y'all hip-hop niggas don't want no beef
+Y'all get shot and rat to the hip-hop police
+Nigga two guns up, I run up in your label
+Why your guns in the house like a couch potato?
+
+[Hook: 50 - singing]
+I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me
+Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody
+Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
+That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody
+[Lloyd Banks]
+These hoes want me to stop, but this is the worst part
+I was born with this game like birthmarks
+I don't trip, but I'mma get a little watch from my modelin chick
+Cause she spent a lot of time on my dick
+I get a new fan every single time that I spit
+Gray and blue Benz, lovin' every diamond I get
+Fast and furious in the Rang Rove', cause my bread folds
+Beef I hit your neck and turn your jewelry into red gold
+
+[Hook: 50 - singing]
+I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me
+Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody
+Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
+That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody
+
+[50 Cent]
+I'm from the bottom man niggas know I came up hard
+I got a temper man I'm looking for some shit to start
+Man my tax bracket change, I'm sittin on some change
+The hoes man they changed they don't treat me the same
+It's not my looks that's got me all up in them drawers
+It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors
+Man them D's they done turned them dogs into dopefiends
+Smell a leak in my clothes so they barkin at me - WHOA!!
+Yeah, that's gon' have to be good enough
+I lost a friend tonight
+Jam Master Jay... rest in peace
+I send my love to his family
+50 Cent y'all
+
+[Hook: 50 - singing]
+I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me
+Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody
+Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
+That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody
+
+[Outro]
+G-Unit, God's Plan!
+Damn... {*gunshot*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Redrum (Murder)[Intro]
+{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
+No, it don't fucking matter
+{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
+We gon' do it my way
+{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
+From here on out it's my way
+
+[Chorus]
+187 in motion
+Hammer cocked when I'm coastin', yeah
+187 in motion
+Hammer cocked when I'm coastin'
+Redrum, redrum
+Fuck with me it'll be murder one
+Redrum, redrum
+One shooter, ten shots, one gun
+This is redrum
+{"Oh, it's too late, oh, it's too late"}
+
+[Verse 1]
+If I hit him, I'll hurt him, I just catch him and murk him
+I'm not sitting here waiting for him to come back, nah
+Soon as I spot him, I got him, I'ma run up and drop him
+Get that P-90 popping, nigga, hold that, uh
+I get the gun and they running, niggas know me for dumbing
+I got a good reputation, what the fuck can I say?
+Some of these niggas is bitches, yeah, most of 'em snitches
+So I don't let 'em know it's me doing dirt when it's me
+I know just how to work it, I can make it go perfect
+Have the homicides sitting there scratching their head
+To me, a victim's a victim, you could pay me and pick 'em
+Then I hunt ‘em down and take his head off like a deer
+[Chorus]
+187 in motion
+Hammer cocked when I'm coastin', yeah
+187 in motion
+Hammer cocked when I'm coastin'
+Redrum, redrum
+Fuck with me it'll be murder one
+Redrum, redrum
+One shooter, ten shots, one gun
+This is redrum
+{"Oh, it's too late, oh, it's too late"}
+
+[Verse 2]
+I bet you think that I'm vicious, catch you hugging and kissing
+While the love's in the air, I put a hole in your heart
+Plus so now that I'm missing, I'm a fucking magician
+You might find my DNA all over your broad
+Me and my cannibal methods, I eat you niggas for breakfast
+See the cannon respect it, nigga, take off the chain (now)
+Robberies turn to murder, I do shit you ain't heard of
+Change my mind and just pop you in a blink of an eye
+I know you thought I was bluffing, but to me this is nothing
+Now you can lay there leaking, go 'head curl up and die
+You tell God when you see him I'll be happy to meet him
+I went to service this evening, he forgives, not I
+[Chorus]
+187 in motion
+Hammer cocked when I'm coastin', yeah
+187 in motion
+Hammer cocked when I'm coastin'
+Redrum, redrum
+Fuck with me it'll be murder one
+Redrum, redrum
+One shooter, ten shots, one gun
+This is redrum
+{"Oh, it's too late, oh, it's too late"}
+
+[Outro]
+It's murder
+Nothing but murderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Glow of a Thug[Verse 1]
+Some friends turn foes over money and hoes
+When they family ain't tight, when they money ain't right
+When you party with me, you party all night
+Cause I ain't with doing nothing if we ain't doing it right
+Players hate us when they getting face-to-face altercations
+They be getting played like Sony Playstation
+When the feds having fun, cockblockers try to stop me
+I heard some cats be in the background trying to clap me
+I see them when they start scheming, I know what they thinking of
+Mad at us for being players and they can't get no love
+What it boil down to, cause my flow's hot, your flow's not
+You're so-so going against 50 Cent, that's a no-no
+Y'all know better than that
+
+[Hook]
+Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same
+It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game
+Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of
+We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug
+
+[Verse 2]
+First it was me and my pistol, but since the last mistrial
+Spin up a Cristal, I'm living it up
+My lawyer, K.O.'d the case, checked the lawbook for my name
+I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like I'm a Mason
+Money is power, envy is cash, breed evil
+I could be robbed with the jewels I drop
+Came into the store a year ago
+I decided to stack chips on the whip
+Push the hoot, now I be sitting on Beach Huevo
+Contemplating coping the Coupe... Hmm, should I?
+Ghetto as I wanna be, I say "What up dude?"
+When I breach you serve you bricks, through time to beat you
+Send you back if you headed to your people
+Threw out my chest when I make power moves like I'm right on the L
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+You wanna, party with me, come on, party with me
+Oh, you don't wanna party with me, it's aight with me
+Shorty, what's your favorite champagne, Cristal, Moet or Dom P?
+Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it ain't on me
+I'm caught up, in my ghetto way of thinking
+From the ice, to the minks, to the champagne we drinking
+Big boys is playing Benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch Lorenzos
+Follow me, round and round, the club
+3 and a quarter drop-tops with hard tops
+20 whips for chip; that's it. Average joes who flip bricks
+My team flash keys like they grow on trees
+When it's hot, park the whips and ride bikes
+If you [?] through traffic on the turn-bikes, aightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Play This on the Radio[Intro]
+Yo what's up, it’s the kid 50 cent, this is new shit right here on ThisIs50.com exclusive
+You got me feeling crazier than a motherfucker
+Remember where you heard it first
+
+[Chorus]
+Play this on the radio (hell nah)
+Play this on the radio (Damn, nigga)
+Play this on the radio (What the fuck you say?)
+Play this on the radio
+
+[Verse]
+First they said that faggot hot, then they let that junkie shot
+Keep them motherfucking trophies, tell me where the fuck is mine?
+I'm back on the underground, back where I belong now
+Told you how I felt then, this is how I feel now
+Focus on my lyrics now, I'm having a melt down
+I don’t wanna sip tea or chit chat on your sofa
+Bitch, I ain't Jay-Z, fuck you, Oprah
+Suck dick, deep throat and gag, now I'm mad
+You don’t like hip-hop, then we don’t like your ass
+Fuck the award shows, don’t even mention my shit
+I'm the hottest nigga on the net, they can't censor my shit
+I say what the fuck I wanna say, I done been through some shit
+
+[Chorus]
+Look, shit, damn, cocksucker, punk bitch motherfucker
+Play this on the radio, play this on he radio
+Faggot, ho, slut, cunt, suck a dick, roll a blunt
+Play this on the radio, play this on the radio
+White bitch, Black bitch, Asian bitch, crazy ho
+Play this on the radio, play this on the radio
+Cracker spit, horny trick, buy a pussy, here we go
+Play this on the radio, play this on the radio
+[Outro]
+Yeah, turn it up now, so you can hear me
+It’s the return of the heartless
+Creative monster
+Eminem, Dre, 50, Shady Aftermath
+Niggas can't tell me nothing, son
+I was broke and fucked up, now what?
+I dare you to say something, I'll break your fucking neck
+Any one of these niggas, son, I'm waiting
+And I'm on your heels, Mr. Carter, I heard you
+You want me to...die ugly? Okay
+Don’t end up on the list, nigga
+Be a missing person
+Like Cam'ron, like Ja, like Joe
+Who want some? Who want it? What up?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shady Murder[Eminem]
+Ay yo fif’ I was thinking you should go back to doing the shit you used to do
+
+[50 Cent]
+Murder them, murder them
+They violate, I demonstrate
+Yeah, I’ll murder them
+Niggas be fronting word up
+They stunting till they hurt up
+That semi talk I’ll let it buck
+I had these niggas running hard
+I’ll pull a nigga’s skirt up and have him kicking dirt up
+I’ll get a nigga an’ a nigga back up stupid hard
+Silence it’s the return of the tyrant
+Seein’ through my third eye with both closed eyelids
+Stand closer to the homie you gon’ to die with
+Flames come up out the muzzle wanting shit that I did
+I’m talking like the feds ain’t listening
+Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you’re fishing in
+I give to a nigga if he want it
+Better ask niggas about me I’ll be on it
+I get to drop, blow out your knot, perfect planning
+Hit your back with something hot out the cannon
+
+[Hook]
+It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
+Murder, then it’s another one
+Back to back, put work in
+It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
+Murder, then it’s another one
+Back to back, put work in
+You know I ain’t got the strap on me
+Holding that for me
+
+[Verse 2]
+I’m f-cked up, it really doesn’t matter though
+Hundred nine millimeter shells in the Calico
+Wait, niggas drop like dominoes
+Run for your life, puta si vámonos
+I was taught to see my crew a long time ago
+Grew up around cocaine, yeah even my mamma know
+I cut a O in the fo’ with seven at a time
+Made four hundred of that, you know a nigga grind
+Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time
+A nigga shine like a nickel nine
+I’ve been talking to the man in the mirror
+Nigga so ass they was shaking like Shakira
+It seems like my vision’s gettin’ clearer
+See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin near ya
+It’s funny how niggas never hear ya, till you run down on ‘em
+Gun down on ‘em
+
+[Hook]
+It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
+Murder, then it’s another one
+Back to back, put work in
+It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
+Murder, then it’s another one
+Back to back, put work in
+Yeah starting to feel like the old me (ha ha)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m All Turn’t Up[Intro]
+My Glock pop from blocks you can feel it
+G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthafuckin unit!
+My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it
+G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthafuckin unit!
+
+[Chorus]
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I got a trunk full of tens
+I got a stash full of ends
+I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20 inch rims
+Got that Beamer that Bentley
+I got that 63 Benz
+And a white bitch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end
+Call her head game the Hoover I mean the way she maneuver
+Up and down, up and down, and a nigga head spin ’round
+She’s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go
+She get to takin’ it deep, and put a nigga to sleep
+[Chorus]
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+It's on now, ’cause these bitches gyrating
+We strapped right, cause niggas be violatin’
+Party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she ain't stoppin’
+Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ pussy poppin’ tic-toc-in
+Make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick
+Play the game bitch, shit make us both rich
+Fuck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit
+I ain't nothin’ like the niggas you done been with
+
+[Chorus]
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
+(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
+I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
+Tricks on me, tricks on me
+Me I’m never trippin’ for a bitch homie
+Bitch homie, I’m rich homie
+Turn it up!
+That's 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka
+You niggas see me
+Lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthafucka
+You niggas ain't sayin' nothin’
+Know I got that muthaf-ckin' tre pound, 6 shots muthafucka I let it rotate
+Niggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?
+Nigga I don't know where the fuck that Lil’ nigga at
+I ain't heard from him
+Fuck Yayo too nigga, I’m on some new shit
+Fuck the group nigga
+I’ma introduce you to my new niggas
+Uh, it's 0-11
+I figured out what's the matter with this shit It ain't me, its these niggas
+It's the Roc, I’m on my Jay Z shit
+Nah nah, fuck the group man
+I’m on my Beyonce shit
+I’m on my way to the top godammitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+London Girl[Produced by DB]
+
+[Intro]
+Ay, ay quit belling my phone, bruv
+You think money grows on trees?
+
+[Bridge]
+I just got back from the U.K
+But I'm going back to the U.K
+I just bought a flat in the U.K
+(You just got back baby today?)
+I just got back from the U.K
+But I'm going back to the U.K
+I'm a little jetlag now, okay?
+(Look, the dick's rock hard baby for me)
+
+[Hook]
+She's my London girl - she's my, my
+My London girl - she's my, my
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, the first time I seen her, son, I knew she was the shit
+I seen her in the V.I.P. chilling with her clique
+She hot, mane, I watched her, I like her style
+She don't know what I'm thinking when I'm staring at her lips
+In my imagination I can see her suck the dick
+I like that, I want that, we could do it right now
+Just a minute of your time, let me talk to ya love
+I wan' get to know you, maybe I can call you up
+Then we can chit-chat 'til you let me hit that
+I'll get deep 'til I hit the back of your kit-kat
+You're not a freak, but you'll be one when I'm done
+It's anytime, anyplace with me, hon
+I'm sexual, when I'm next to you
+I'm a horny dog, oh my God
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+She said she's so sophisticated, you know when she talk to me
+She's such an intellectual, she make me want her sexual
+Give what I got, backshot after backshot, sweat non-stop
+I really like the way she move, I'm trying to say she hot
+She rodeo, she ride it good when she get on top
+She work it, she work it and she be putting it down
+It looks good, yeah, good enough to taste it
+A boy toy, yeah. I'm what she wan' play with
+She a cougar, got a little age on me
+But I'm experienced, that's what she don't know, homie
+The same old, same old, starting to feel different
+Anytime, any place, baby, I'm with it
+Don't stop get it, get it
+Collapse, relax then get right back with it
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Interlude]
+Yeah
+Yeah that's the shit
+Yeah that's my bitch
+I just got back from the U.K
+I got a new bitch in the U.K
+My paper's straight, I'm okay
+I just got back, nigga, today
+[Outro]
+50, you fucking with the #1 nigga now
+You know, I'm international, Jack
+You understand what I'm saying, nigga?
+Anywhere around the globe
+International gangsta shit
+You heard me? I'm a pop sensation
+When I cock that and pop that you gon' understand what I'm sayingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Da Heatwave[Intro]
+They don't do it like we do
+They don't do it like we do
+We keep it gangsta
+They don't do it like we do
+Cause they don't live like we do
+We keep it gangsta
+Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day
+Niggas is scared to death of me, they know I don't play
+Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day
+Niggas don't want it, I bring it to 'em anyway
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm gettin' paper, things are changin', bitches love 50
+They in da club wit' me, poppin' the bub wit' me
+You should see I'm in the tele, in the tub wit' me
+Rubbin' all on my back like they in love wit' me
+I'm a grimey ass nigga, I'm far from a don
+Still a million niggas come at me, kick it like Farrakhan
+I'm in your club wearin' whatever, I ain't tryna be cute
+Deuce-deuce in my booth, fuck you lookin' at dude?
+We the reason that the D's is searchin' for bundles
+The reason that they make you take your shoes off at the tunnel
+Party wit' us and get ya link popped, I got ya bank stopped
+Diesel like a nigga home on furlow in a tank top
+You know how we roll, back to back, expose, sippin' V.S.O
+I D.W.I., I'm a real wise guy
+[Interlude]
+They don't do it like we do
+Cause they don't live like we do
+We keep it gangsta
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+They don't thug niggas out like we do
+They don't stay iced out like we do
+Who keep the bar priced out like we do?
+We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
+They don't thug niggas out like we do
+They don't stay iced out like we do
+Who keep the bar priced out like we do?
+We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
+
+[Verse 2]
+Some wanna check me, some respect me
+Some sit around tables plottin' to wet me
+When y'all niggas come y'all better come correctly
+Do you understand me?
+Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, gangsta shit
+I'm laughin' straight to the muthafuckin' bank wit' this, haha
+Inside we got razors, outside we got MACs
+That's why we act like we don't know how to act
+Who wanna got chopped? who wanna get shot?
+Who wanna get these Cristal bottles smashed all across they knot?
+Dupe, I run wit' grimey niggas that's down to tear the club up
+You run wit' dirty niggas that wash and tear the tub up
+My niggas get knocked wit'out Glocks, there go the shop
+They get sticked six months, then come right back to the block
+I told Tony, we approaching the game strongly
+I don't give a fuck if I'm rubbin' these niggas the wrong way, what-what
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+They don't thug niggas out like we do
+They don't stay iced out like we do
+Who keep the bar priced out like we do?
+We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
+They don't thug niggas out like we do
+They don't stay iced out like we do
+Who keep the bar priced out like we do?
+We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, yo in the local club niggas stay gettin' hit
+All they do is clean up the blood, change the name and reopen the shit
+I watch niggas sip cups and cherish Hennessy as they hard
+They get drunk, then they wanna thump
+That's why I get a kick outta makin' em sick
+Ice on the wrist, big as the shit Titanic hit
+Now shorties in my hood sayin' they like my style
+Hoes in Hollywood sayin' I'm too wild
+I'm gettin' plenty paper, my head is still nappy
+I'm still plottin' to pop police like Pappy
+Mason, niggas clearly don't understand what they facin'
+Let them get outta line then I have to lace them
+They runnin' for they life then I have to chase them
+And let shot off in bump-a-clot head
+Style's awesome, ain't it?
+The flow's flawless, flip like a cordless jack
+Applaud this black, this ain't ya average rap
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+They don't thug niggas out like we do
+They don't stay iced out like we do
+Who keep the bar priced out like we do?
+We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
+They don't thug niggas out like we do
+They don't stay iced out like we do
+Who keep the bar priced out like we do?
+We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
+
+[Interlude]
+Gangsta shit, 2000 shit
+Yo, ayo first they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up
+Shawty is a pro son, she know how to get it up
+You ain't got keep it on the low son, her head game is crazy
+
+[Outro]
+Erick Sermon, 2000 shit
+Def Squad nigga, 50 Cent nigga
+What-what niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Michael Jackson Freestyle[Intro: 50 Cent]
+{DAMN!} I'm number one!
+Yeah!
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+They say I ain't lyrical, they say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
+I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual (uh-huh!)
+They act like they know God better than me
+I know God Allah, he used to pump crack up the street (come on!)
+Allahu Akbar, clap him, run through your backyard
+Let the MAC off, tear half of your back off
+(Woooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) {*gunshot*}
+This is my block, my spot, I am here
+I'm a Southside nigga to the bone, get that clear
+
+[Interlude: 50 Cent]
+Ayo pull that back, man!
+Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'?
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I'm number one! [kids ovation]
+{"THISIS50.COM"!} Yeah!
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+They say I ain't lyrical, they say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
+I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual (uh-huh!)
+They act like they know God better than me
+I know God Allah, he used to pump crack up the street (come on!)
+Allahu Akbar, clap him, run through your backyard
+Let the MAC off, tear half of your back off
+(Woooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) {*gunshot*}
+This is my block, my spot, I am here
+I'm a Southside nigga to the bone, get that clear [scream]
+Now I got a better hustle so I'm getting better bread
+Buy my bitches better shit so they gimme better head
+(Say "Whaaaat"!)
+You thinking about getting down with me, yeah, you better kid
+Where the fuck you gon' get a job? You a predicate...
+... felon, it's back to crack selling
+Nigga get caught telling [?], crack your melon
+(AAAAAHHH-OOOOOOOHHH!)
+I told you I'd blow, now you see it to believe it
+My head gassed up, man, I'm so conceited
+Nigga, you ain't never gon' see me in the hood (uh-huh!)
+Motherfuck that shit, nigga, I'm too good (hahaaaa!) {*gunshot*}
+Run tell niggas 50 is bougie
+You don't buy his CD's and don't go see his movies (fuck that!)
+He don't act like he used to in Juve'
+He was on the medication {WOOO!}, now that nigga there loony
+[Break: 50 Cent]
+Can it be I been away too long? (Ohhhh!)
+I mean way too long
+
+[Verse 2: Michael Jackson (50 Cent)]
+Can it be I stayed away too long? (I been away man!)
+Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (did you forget me?)
+It's not my thing trying to get back (I'm back baby! I'm back!)
+But this time let me tell you where I'm at (oh, I'm in Southside!)
+You don't have to worry 'cause I'm coming (haha!)
+Back to where I should have always staaaayed
+And now I've heard the maybe to your story
+(This is that shit right here!)
+And it's enough love for me to staaaaaaaay (ahhhhhhh!)
+Can it be I stayed away too long?
+Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
+(I'ma ask you again! Did you forget about me?)
+It's not my thing trying to get baaaack
+But this time let me tell you where I'm at (Southside!)
+
+[Chorus: Michael Jackson]
+I wanna, wanna be where you are, ooohhhhhhhh
+Anywhere you are, ooohhhhhhhh
+I wanna, wanna be where you are, ooohhhhhhhh
+Everywhere you are, ooohhhhhhhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Way Out[Intro: Dr Dre and 50 Cent]
+Ha ha
+I'm back, bastards!
+(Oh yeah)
+When the chips were down you just laughed at us
+Now you 'bout to feel the fucking wrath of Aftermath, faggots!
+(Feels good)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
+But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
+When my cds drop, they sell the best
+You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
+I'm a track-star, running through life, chasing my dream
+Best deal I made was trading the mic for that triple beam
+I zone off thinking is there really heaven or hell
+So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell
+I need no answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell
+Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl
+Don't much good come from me, but my music
+Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it
+I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
+If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay
+A old G told me God's favorites have a hard time
+You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
+Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
+These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
+So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
+I drift off on a cloud by myself
+Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else
+These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
+So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
+
+[Verse 2: 2pac]
+Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning
+Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore
+Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming
+Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being
+So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day
+Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape
+Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die
+Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns
+Smoking weed, can all make a change
+So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold
+With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
+A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
+Only a few chosen, rise (rise)
+My ghetto queen, rise (rise)
+Don't be afraid to try (try)
+Too many of us died to the door to open wide
+My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize
+Though everybody dies
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
+Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
+These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
+So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
+I drift off on a cloud by myself
+Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else
+These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
+So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
+
+[Verse 3: Eminem]
+My friends can't understand this new me
+That's understandable, man, but think how bananas you'd be
+You'd be an animal too, if you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo
+And everybody's looking at you, what you want me to do?
+I'm starting to live like a recluse and the truth is
+Fame's starting to give me an excuse to be at a all time low
+I sit alone in my home theater watching the same damn DVD
+Of the first tour, the last tour he was still alive
+And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills will make me feel alright
+And if I'm still awake in the middle of the night
+I'll just take a couple more, yeah you're motherfucking right
+I ain't slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound
+Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on dole 'em out
+Daddy, don't you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground
+Fuck, don't I know the sound of that voice
+Yeah baby hold me down
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
+Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
+These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
+So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
+I drift off on a cloud by myself
+Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else
+These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
+So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+50's My Favourite[Intro]
+I took a sip of the potion
+Little SK, a little Goose, now I’m loose
+
+[Verse 1]
+Quest for the cheddar I bought shiny Beretta
+I’m firing squad hard, you niggas should know better
+Than to bump with Ferrari, district calamari
+I kill like rebels in Warri, I’m sorry
+I ball like I think I’m the Prince of Abu Dhabi
+Black gold gush out the ground
+Gun powder fly out the pound
+I turn a clown smile upside down
+That’s 3 time zones in my watch face
+Still hard to tell time with diamonds all over my watch face
+Twinkle like I’m outta space, I'm the big dipper
+You a little dipper, pipe down little nigga
+Nice wheels, but don’t talk money, that's what I'm about
+I could fit your house inside my house
+And your neighbours and ya yard, oh my God
+This shit ain't about shit so I ain't gon’ go hard
+Now kick push, kick push, get the fuck outta here, kick push
+
+[Hook]
+You’re now being hypnotised, close your eyes
+And say 50′s my favourite, 50, 50's my favourite
+I’m not the the one to play with, I mean what I say, bitch
+50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite
+Still on that gutter shit, forever on that gutter shit
+50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite
+I know you love that shit, real niggas be loving this
+50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite
+[Verse 2]
+Oh shit, now a nigga floating
+That Luger German, thats Kush burning
+I’m Einstein on the grind, my wheels turning
+I’m out in Cali
+Not in Hollywood, Silicon valley
+I’m bout to get rich, I mean real rich
+I’m talking Facebook and Spotify type shit
+I’m not a programmer, I use ghetto grammar
+Slang, pussy, I’m strong as David Banner
+The Hulk, my money come in bulk
+And if this shit go bad I go back to the dope
+Now pay attention to the murder I wrote
+This my light shit, my heavy shit on the album
+Lets get right, bitch
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Back Seat[50 Cent]
+Now play my Tony Yayo shit
+
+Yeah, 50 Cent
+G-Unit
+Remix
+Tony Yayo
+We gonna do it again
+
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
+Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo
+Back seat of X5 or Range Rov'
+So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - ho
+
+[Tony Yayo]
+Hey yo, my truck talk for me
+If I was bummy and ugly
+Your bitch'll still have love for me
+As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
+Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me
+Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
+Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
+She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
+Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
+Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
+And them loud system full of bass and highs
+You see that X5 BM
+Packed with Puerto Ricans
+Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
+Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
+But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH)
+[50 Cent]
+Might see me in the Jeep
+Rollin' 'round 4 deep
+And you know we on the creep
+Nigga, I'm holdin' it
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Tony Yayo]
+Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
+Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road
+I pull the seats back
+Put the sheets in the luggage rack
+Pull out my balls
+And play an Aaron Hall track
+I tell a chick "Bend over, mami"
+Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
+Now my windows foggy
+Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
+Now bitch, get on your knees
+You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
+Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats
+Where's your baby mama?
+She in the truck and I'm blessin her
+Undressing her
+Make hop out for air re-freshener
+I ain't stressing her
+Cause my rims keep checkin her
+She's 21, my rim size older than her
+TWENTY TWO'S
+[50 Cent]
+Niggas say they want beef
+But when they see me in the street
+They don't slow down to speak
+Cause they know I'm holdin ..
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+So Serious[Intro]
+I'm so so serious
+I'm oh so serious
+I, I got it
+I, I get it
+
+[Hook]
+Now I lay thee down to sleep
+I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep
+If I should die though before I awake
+Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
+
+[Verse]
+It's 50, I'm so real, you ain't see none realer
+Ex-crack dealer, I click-clack for the skrilla
+I'm heartless, something like a cold-blooded killer
+I'm filthy, dirty with the money, my nigga
+I done ran through more cars than your Rolls Royce dealer
+I put that on my Goddaughter, I love you, Jon Miller
+New Bentley or not, watch the chinchilla
+Sean Don spitter, Banshee four wheeler
+I'm big in New York, I move like Godzilla
+Gorilla, U.N.I.T Nigga
+Grave digger, ask Puffy and Jigga
+Made nigga, my pockets get bigger
+And bigger, you got no choice but to feel a
+Nigga when I spit that shit, I figure
+It'll only bring more bread
+You fuck around, I get down and go upside yo' head
+[Hook]
+Now I lay thee down to sleep
+I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep
+If I should die though before I awake
+Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
+Now I lay thee down to sleep
+I pray the Lord forgive me for holding heat
+If I should die though before I awake
+Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
+
+[Outro]
+Oh! I just got back from the UK
+A lil jet-lagged from the flight
+But when I'm out there, they say...
+They say, "50, 50 you're my favorite
+We love you, 50! You're massive
+Mash it up, there is no competition
+No, no, there is no competition
+You have to be kidding"
+I can't believe it, I'm drunk!
+It's 50, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Your Life’s on the Line (Alternate Version)[Intro]
+Nobody likes me
+Nobody likes me, but that's okay
+Cause I don’t like y'all anyway
+Man, I don't like y’all anyway
+Fuck all y'all
+I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
+My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
+Even bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
+Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
+
+[Verse 1]
+I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
+I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
+Coke price go up, capsules come down
+The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
+Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash crack
+They keep it on ’em, right there in they ass crack
+The way these cats move confuse me, but it’s all good
+Puffy ran up on Steve, why you ain't ran up on Suge?
+I’ma ask you these questions cause I don't understand
+Cheeks, why you ain't show to Ty's wake, I thought he was your mans
+Jigga stay away from Ja before he get on some bullshit
+Talk to police on that Sammy the Bull-shit
+Hey pussy Ja, why you get juxed in ya own hood?
+Why niggas who rob you walk around like it’s all good?
+Damn, why you ran to 'Preme to get your shit back?
+Why you won't approach me? cause you know I'll push your shit back
+
+[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
+
+[Bridge]
+Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
+I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
+You gon' make me catch you on the late night
+Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ja, when I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
+I'll have the paramedics wrappin' ya fuckin' head like a Hindu
+Nas said he half-man, half-amazin'
+You half-X, half-Pac, that ain't hot
+Nigga, I ain't goin' nowhere so get used to me
+OGs look at me and see I'm what they used to be
+I'm the nigga that sell coke, the nigga that sell dope
+The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold sope
+The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
+The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
+Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me
+My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see (bitch)
+[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 lineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+G-Unit That’s What’s Up![ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
+Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
+And Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
+You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
+
+[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
+I been doin' my own thang
+You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
+I'm doin' my thang (haha)
+
+I said I've been doin' my own thang
+You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
+I'm doin' my thang
+
+[ 50 Cent ]
+Uh, yeah, my chain is so heavy (heavy), I think it's necessary (necessary)
+For me to talk about all of the stones in my resi (stones in my resi, YEAH)
+I used to push a Chevy (uh huh), about to cop a Bentley (what)
+And stun on these niggas 'till my tank on empty (tank on empty)
+This gangsta shit is in me (in me), the money I got plenty (plenty)
+I still hustle, but I don't cop jewels from any (any)
+I know a stripper named Jenny (Jenny)
+I marked a nigga named Vinny (Vinny)
+I ain't in on many (many), a CEO named Giddy (Giddy)
+50 is so witty, 50 is so high (high)
+50 got the fuckin' hood on lock (lock, what)
+[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
+I been doin' my own thang
+You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
+I'm doin' my thang (haha)
+
+I said I've been doin' my own thang
+You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
+I'm doin' my thang
+
+[ Lloyd Banks ]
+When I'm knockin' you down, no one can save ya, from the other side of the door
+It sounds like you going through this (AH) before (AH)
+My passport is valid, so I'm goin' through Asia
+Flyin' through Paris, stoppin' in Britain, shoppin' and shittin' (YEAH)
+If you ain't jumpin' off of the truck, you walkin'
+We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks (Rosa Parks)
+My name papi, so I'm higherin' the price
+Bitch about to make enough money, to buy you a life (OH)
+
+[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
+I been doin' my own thang
+You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
+I'm doin' my thang (haha)
+
+I said I've been doin' my own thang
+You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
+I'm doin' my thang
+[ Tony Yayo ]
+Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yo, I got so many hoes, that my pimp game natural (uh huh)
+The only time I don't fuck, is in the AIDS capital (YEAH)
+Look at the watch, you have a hard time seein' it
+I got so many rocks, they have a hard time breathin' (C'MON)
+See the cross on my neck?
+Hoes want to know what's the course on my neck (course on my neck)
+First she said no, now she almost said yes (almost said yes)
+Now we in the telly, and we both butt nak, workin' up a sweat (sweat, sweat)
+
+[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
+I been doin' my own thang
+You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
+I'm doin' my thang (haha)
+
+I said I've been doin' my own thang
+You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
+I'm doin' my thang
+
+[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ]
+Yeah nigga (yeah nigga)
+You know it's me when I'm cruisin' through your motherfuckin' hood
+And shit nigga, Don't try to act like you don't know it me
+And shit, You know what I'm sayin'?
+I didn't put no tints on the motherfucker
+So you could see me nigga
+If I'm gonna spend $125,000 on some wheels
+I want you to get a good look nigga (haha uh)
+Yeah, look at me, look at the license plate
+The license plate say: "Get one nigga" (haha)
+Can you get one nigga?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Você Só Pensa Na GranaOoouu
+
+Ficar por cima é tão melhor do que embaixo
+Muito melhor...
+
+[Refrão]
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Achando que isso que vai te salvar
+
+[Verso]
+É verão, meu Porsche é branco como leite
+Na BA os caras me chamam de Fifty Cent
+É engraçado de frente, pra mim
+Fico com raiva você tem inveja, de mim
+Eu vou descer o braço, afinal, sou da quebrada
+Fica esperto, num entro numa enrascada
+Tá ligado em algo por qualquer besteirinha
+Fica esperto com a minha gatinha
+Não é minha culpa se a grana é da posição
+Tentar ele iria e resolve com o chefão
+Todo mundo fica louco quando a grana não chega
+Eu quero ter minha casa, meus filhos e minha nega
+[Bridge]
+Quando chegamos, você
+Ouve a nossa batida
+Abre sua mente, minha querida
+Estamos em contrapartida
+Você é minha prometida
+
+[Refrão]
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Ou achando coisas que vai te salvar
+
+[Verso]
+Os manos me adoram sou daquele lugar
+Chego na boate as minas só querem transar
+Quanto 'cê 'tá de putas? Eu tenho elas
+Em São Paulo e Rio, você prefere qual delas?
+Você sabe que enlouqueço elas na sorte
+Após o voo de cinco horas, de Nova York
+Eu falo cum gangster e com a vadia
+Sou um cafetão que não fala bom dia
+Ela vai trazer a calcinha, eu suponho
+Transar com ela, é meu grande sonho
+Ela falar do jogo, s-s-s-sexual
+De quatro ou de lado ele me acha legal
+[Bridge]
+A merda mudou
+Desde Portugal
+Ela sabe dês de
+Que ache legal
+Cara, eu to me segurando
+Você vai 'tar roubando
+
+[Refrão]
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar
+Mano você só pensa na grana
+Achando que isso que vai te salvarEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+When You Hear That[Intro: 50 Cent]
+You want some of this?
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+Nigga, it's on
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+You better be gone
+It could be in the late night or in the morn'
+Shells will bend your ass up - word is born
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+Nigga, it's on
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+You better be gone
+It could be in the late night or in the morn'
+Shells will bend your ass up - word is born
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You say you a shooter; nobody believes you
+I don't say I'm a shooter; I just shoot if I need to
+Gat bust
+Adrenaline rush
+High off dust
+Rap tycoon
+Mossberg boom
+Nigga, I go through ya whole set
+I come through ya hood bumpin' Bobby Womack
+Old school, new school
+Nigga, don't move
+I run up right behind your ass, lightin' up the tool
+Nigga, what?
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+Nigga, it's on
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+You better be gone
+It could be in the late night or in the morn'
+Shells will bend your ass up - word is born
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+Nigga, it's on
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+You better be gone
+It could be in the late night or in the morn'
+Shells will bend your ass up - word is born
+
+[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
+Yeah, nigga
+50, nigga
+You know what time it is
+The Talk of New York
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+I'm like a Mexican drug lord - my cash come quicker
+I'm sittin' on bricks like a Columbian nigga
+Movin' coke - a lot of that white shit
+On the Amtrak, comin' back with this dyke chick
+And this white bitch
+Man I just bought a nice whip
+Chi-Chi get that Yayo; homie toss that brick
+They lovin' my product
+They fiendin' to buy it
+Man, I got these fiends gettin' skinny like Bohemian Diets
+Po-Po they creep pass
+Man, I peep task
+They lookin' at my face cause I shoot like Steve Nash
+The Llama in the truck
+Baby mama baggin' up
+Got Medina in the cut
+So these fiends ballin' up
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+Nigga, it's on
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+You better be gone
+It could be in the late night or in the morn'
+Shells will bend your ass up - word is born
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+Nigga, it's on
+When you hear that... (gun cocking)
+You better be gone
+It could be in the late night or in the morn'
+Shells will bend your ass up - word is born
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+You hear that boy, Yayo
+Ah, man
+It's crazy
+You just 'gon give 'em that for free?
+Ah, man
+I'm puttin' this shit out man
+Tony Yayo man...
+2nd quarter
+AH!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Words From Eminem[DJ Whoo Kid]
+Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
+
+[EMINEM (speaks on phone)]
+Sha, whattup? It’s EM!
+Yo!
+This mothafucka, 50, dog.. is the illest.. mothafucka.. ALIIIVE.. in the world!
+I just listened to that song.. again!
+“The penitentiry is…” I quit!
+I quit rap. I quit! (phone hangs up)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ching Ching Ching[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, yeah, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (Yeah, nigga)
+God's Plan (Haha), Yayo (Non-stop)
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching
+Then I bought my bling-bling-bling
+That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick
+I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching
+Then I bought that bling-bling-bling
+That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick
+
+[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
+You can catch me run inside, nigga, doin' my thing
+'Cause what I write with my pen got me next to Don King
+I'm blowin' H2O in a H2
+With a project chick named Rachel
+I got rocks on my neck with a big-ass piece
+And come through in a Lex with Claudette Ortiz
+With no roof on the top, that's my Sunday car
+In the Hummer lookin' hot, that's my Monday car
+I got a stable of hoes, now I'm a P-I-M-P
+And saw your bitches on a Amtrak with grams of D
+We got beams on the gat, we detail our weapons
+And the way that I rap, we e-mail assessors
+Niggas hear what I spit and wonder how I write it
+G-Unit gon' win, we on automatic pilot
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching
+Then I bought my bling-bling-bling
+That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick
+I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching
+Then I bought that bling-bling-bling
+That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+Ménage à trois, I got these dykes wet
+Off of blue E pills with the knife checks
+I'm still blowin green in the PJs
+Laid out in the cut readin' screenplays, nigga be easy
+Don't talk greasy, the rap game needs me
+I'm spittin' sixteen, you gettin' charged, fuck a freebie
+Y'all niggas in court spillin' the beans
+About the kid from New York that be killin' the fiends
+I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler
+I got two maids, but fuck it, I need a butler
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching
+Then I bought my bling-bling-bling
+That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick
+I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching
+Then I bought that bling-bling-bling
+That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Bitch
+Can't forget, Rewind, DVD Magazine
+Can the drummer have some?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Come And Get You[Chorus]
+Don't make me come and get ya boy
+The 40 Cal. will hit ya boy
+Them hollow tips will split ya boy
+So don't make come and get ya boy
+
+[Verse]
+Yeah flow slow, eye's low from the dro, push the glow
+Pimp the hoes, throw them balls fancy cars, designer clothes
+Gold coupe, new Vogues, big diamonds, white gold
+You're fucking with a psycho, i write but you like though
+Full clip, don't trip, Blood/Crip Gangster shit
+Westside, Eastside, riders ride, cowards die
+Cold world keep the heat with me when I'm in the street
+Cos when you're starving, where I'm from, niggas learn to kill and eat
+Ecstasy, Crystal meth, Marijuana, Cocaine
+Man i got your drug of choice, here's a bundle or have a weight
+Sniff or shoot G-Unit moves snorkels and thermos
+My clientele is superior when will you learn, yo?
+
+[Chorus]
+Don't make me come and get ya boy
+The 40 Cal. will hit ya boy
+Them hollow tips will split ya boy
+So don't make come and get ya boy
+[Outro]
+Can't stop it, i am unstoppable!
+Yeah!
+I'm changing my name man
+Don't call me 50 Cent no more
+Call me 50 Interscope Cent, Curtis Interscope Jackson
+I'm runnin' this mothefucker! HahahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Confessions[Produced by Trackmasters]
+
+[Intro]
+Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom, Sabrina Jackson
+God bless her soul
+We gon' get it on in here; nothing but real shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, shorty ain't a shorty no more; shorty be wil'ing
+Shorty adolescent ass belong on the island
+I went from riding big wheels to wanting to be a big Willy
+Found interest in drug dealers and cold-hearted killers
+Could it be it's in my blood cause my mom sold drugs?
+She used to bust slugs and surround herself by thugs
+Made mistakes by showing them love
+And they killed her
+Some friends never came to pay respects, so fuck Hilda
+You know how friends do friends - like Tony did Manolo
+The type of fast shit that Henry did in Good Fellas
+Some snakes don't show up to weights cause they backs is yellow
+When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the team
+See, niggas feared Prince and respected 'Preme
+For all you slow muthafuckers, I'mma break it down iller
+See, 'Preme was a business man - you guess who the killer
+Remember? He used to push the bulletproof BM (uh huh)
+His hair'll get you seasick; I sat back and peeped shit
+They roll with E-Z Wider, and they ain't get blunted
+Had the whole projects working for fifty or five hundred
+What about bug, who trade and them niggas had cheese?
+In the late 80s push Mercedes
+And Maseratis, kept reserved spaces at the horse races
+Where they met Columbian connections like Lucho and Mariella
+Then bookoo bucks on the horses; they used to cook and flip bricks
+Faster than the jet flip flap jack and pack gats
+Niggas said Ds was dipping, burned his face with acid
+'Til this day, they would say the mothefucker's gasted
+[Hook]
+It's my confession; I make corrections; I strive for perfection
+I try to be the best in, whatever I do; I'm telling you
+This is my confession; I'm teaching niggas a lesson
+Cause they can't do, what I do; here's my confession
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, a lot of New York blocks are only bringing pennies in
+I stand beef - too many cheaps; too little fucking Indians
+Too many sips of the brew will make you do what we do
+Play with insecurities, until we start fussing and cussing
+Frustration builds - few lose, and fist fights leave niggas busting
+Not only do we have to look out and avoid encounters with Jake
+Gotta look out and avoid encounters with snakes
+Niggas who fake and play both sides of the gate
+I squeeze Boyz II Men for they cheese like Michael Bivins
+Slip with half a big nigga cap like Robert Givens
+Coming up I heard sipping too much booze will leave you confused
+And if you watch the news, you'll see some players in this game and lose
+Niggas think they together; they ain't together at all
+Stand on the block together, but divided they fall
+A lot of niggas locked down and ain't got nobody to call
+And a player ain't the same player when he can't ball
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me - the type that keep the bricks flipping
+Jewels dripping, the margarita sipping - description
+Nappy blowouts shaped up, brown-skinned
+And ask the hood rats about my dick; the chickens recommend it
+I make statements like "Try me if you want"
+Presentation: cool and calm - words as if I'm daring ya
+Usually roll with a 2 shot .25 derringer
+I'm not an actor; my life's not a movie
+I never worked with the Fugees
+I'm not killing you softly; pack a small gat just to back you up off me
+But later when things simmer and all sin ceases
+My peoples will see to it that you rest in peace in pieces
+Kill or be killed - it's what the hood teaches
+Never go to church so the preachers can't reach us
+And if we do, it's only on Easter
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Got Me a Bottle[Hook]
+We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
+Long as I can spend the whole night with you
+
+Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle)
+Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle)
+Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle)
+Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle)
+Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle)
+Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle)
+E&J sippin' (got me a bottle)
+Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle)
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi
+Wit' a model at a party
+I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly
+See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad
+Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag
+Your performance will determine the price
+See if you fuckin' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice
+And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you
+But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah
+
+[Hook]
+[50 Cent]
+I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
+That ain't got a care in the world
+I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl
+Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin'
+New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern
+What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin'
+Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin'
+I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man
+If I smack you in your face you get funny man
+Ha ha
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Short Stay{*set to the "If I Could Go" instrumental by Angie Martinez*}
+
+[50 Cent]
+Yeah...
+She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it
+She want me to want it, she want to climb up on it
+Smile, ha ha... {yeah, Lloyd Banks} (ha ha ha...)
+50 Cent (yeah...) {*SHADYVILLE~!*}
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+Mami we can, creep through the ghetto wit'cha, feet in stilletos
+Hit the, club and party as long as you sneak in the metal (YEAH~!)
+Or we can head to the house, from the house it's the floor
+From the, floor to the couch, from the, couch to the door (WOO!)
+Then it's, out to the store or, out to the mall
+Watchin, out for the law, cause of this pouch full of raw
+I don't care how much you love her don't, vouch for the whore
+Cause the first chance she get I'm in her mouth on the tour (WHAT?)
+I'm lovin the ladies, with no husbands or babies
+Since little I've been active, lost dozens of babies (C'MON!)
+Gettin a hummer stuntin, in your cousin Mercedes
+Or roll up on you dumpin, pourin guns at your 80's (WHAT~?!)
+You the man on your block? I'm the talk of the town
+That's probably why they wanna see me in chalk in the ground
+But you can find me on the corner with a pack of marijuana
+Middle finger to haters nigga you fuckin with the greatest
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Yes, I wanna go, to a mo-tel
+Just for fo' hours, only short stay
+We don't have to go, far far away
+To have some fun, try things my way
+Bitch grab your bag, get in the Escalade
+Put the seat back, we're onnn our way
+There's no games to play, nothin else to say
+Listen to your man, you'll like things my way
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+You make me wanna, rest in the tower make a, mess in her flowers
+How 'bout, sex in the shower or, neck for an hour (AOWWWW~!)
+You got a ring on your finger even, one in your nose
+Squeezin some on your toes, runnin your tongue like lobes
+Ohh remember spin the bottle? You coulda been a model
+While you begin to swallow, niggas in Timbs tomorrow
+No love, no hoes, no paper
+Nah no ice, no Mo', there's no acre
+Your bitch look good I'ma take her
+Won't have to fight to make her the first -
+{*abruptly ends*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wanna Lick[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
+You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
+Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
+When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
+Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
+Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
+I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
+But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Tonight's the night shorty you'll never forget this
+I dim the lights, I get it right I'm like a pimp sick
+Down on the bed, I make the clothes disappear quick
+I see through her (?) La Perla pretty clear kid
+I'm turned on now I really wanna hit, kiss
+Her neck and nibble 'til I'm way down on her waist kid
+Man she's a freak, I'm a freak I be freakin' off
+When she come in with a friend I'm like "Take it off!"
+I got a fetish for the cheddar, yeah I'm rich bitch
+That don't mean I'm runnin' 'round buyin' chicks shit
+You see the chrome doubt be shinin' on my new six
+My pinky ring, my neck, my ears and my wrist lit
+I like the ice I'm pretty nice on the dice trip
+Twice in a row you know, I got to get the dough
+My confidence is high, I know I could hit a lick
+My g's pretty good, I know I could get the bitch
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
+You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
+Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
+When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
+Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
+Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
+I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
+But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+I'll be your wife, I'll be your girl, I'll be your mistress
+But if you ain't spendin' that dough your gettin' dismissed
+That mean you gotta keep me laced like a seamstress
+You can't expect nothin' less from the Queen Bitch
+My doggy style make you wanna jump on that (BO!)
+Just like a dog on that chase for the kitty kat (BO!)
+Man he's a freak, I'm a freak I be freakin' off (BO!)
+He pour the honey on me, and then he clean me off (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+I take his breath away, Kim leave 'em speechless
+I'm so wet, I'll have a nigga feelin' sea sick
+He in the streets all day but it's alright
+'Cause he'll be back tonight, and then the next night
+And then the next night, because the sex tight
+I'll be his Advil, I gotta keep his head right
+He outta town and he fiendin' for me every night
+He's so addicted sendin' for me on the next flight
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
+You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
+Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
+When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
+Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
+Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
+I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
+But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
+Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
+When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
+Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
+Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
+I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
+But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Turn The Lights On[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Say man, we don't need much to come to the freak show (SMS Audio)
+Come to the freak show
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Fuck that, leave the lights on
+Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on
+(Can't see shit) leave the lights on
+Girl, I can't see shit, leave the lights on
+Girl, leave the lights on
+68-69, leave the lights on
+Damn, leave the lights on
+Zip down my zipper and play with the python
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Girl, I make the bed rock like I'm on a yacht
+Shit, citation, think quick, lick my cock, baby
+Time's money, check my Tourbillon Movement.
+I'm rich bitch, I say 'move', you get to moving
+I'm a Bently Mulsanne type nigga, I'm crusing
+Looking ain't hard to tell who's winning, who's loosing
+Got a penthouse around my wrist, I'm flashing out
+Condo' around my neck, I'm cashing out
+I'm nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get
+I got whips for days, I got kick for days
+Louis, Hermes, [?] Jimmy Choo's
+Ferragamo, Dolce Gabanna, red-bottom Loub's
+Plus I got the Prada collection
+I might leave my socks on sex, and old habits and old habits
+Baby, show me what you know
+Let the freak in you come out on the low
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+68-69 all the time, shorty
+You can be a freak for me
+Come and be a freak for me
+Baby, I can lick yours, lick mine
+Shorty, you can be a freak for me
+Come and be a freak tonight
+This kid right, leave the lights on
+I can't see shit, leave the lights on
+Damn, leave the lights on
+Zip down my zipper and play with the python
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Girl, I´m not into all that S&M shit
+The leather spikes not for me but you can get your ass whiped
+Limited time, skip the foreplay
+I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way
+Hope the head games's good, she looking exotic
+Seven hour flight, she already 'rotic
+London, Paris, France, Japan
+Talk to me while we fuck, girl, I can't understand
+Let's get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning
+Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning
+Start the next round, lick from my neck down
+So she did do, felatio correct. Wow!
+I'll play "monkey see, monkey do"
+So everything you do to me I'll do to you
+It tickles but I can't quite hear
+What the fuck she trynna say with her tongue stuck in my ear?
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+68-69 all the time, shorty
+You can be a freak for me
+Come and be a freak for me
+Baby, I can lick yours, lick mine
+Shorty, you can be a freak for me
+Come and be a freak tonight
+This kid right, leave the lights on
+I can't see shit, leave the lights on
+Damn, leave the lights on
+Zip down my zipper and play with the python
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent (speaking)]
+Hey, girl, I know you want me, (No?)
+Well why the hell wouldn't you want me? (Damn)
+Shorty now push up on me
+Zip down my zipper, play with the python
+
+You gon' be just be like that?
+You so insensitive, hurt my feelings
+I mean from the bottom of my heart
+I love youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In Da Club (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Go, go, go, go, go, go Go Shorty, it's your birthday We gonna party like it's your birthday And we gonna sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know
+We don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Huh-uh) When I roll twenty deep it's twenty knives in the club (Yeah!)
+Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna fuck (Whoo!) Look homie, ain't nothin' changed:
+Hoes down, G's up
+I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! (Roll that!)
+If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
+Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)
+In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot." (Huh-uh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
+But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah!) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Huh-uh)
+I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Whoo!)
+Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Huh-uh)
+Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go (Okay!)
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed)
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't
+Changed (Yeah!)
+
+[Verse 2: Scarlett]
+Loving it, smoking my Cronic
+This bitch so hypnotic, Manola on me
+Walk across to the dance floor, proceeded to dance on
+Had on a miniskirt, but I wish I had pants on
+I'm kinda tipsy, searching for gangsters
+Niggas in here, they look like lawyers and bankers
+This 1 guy aproached, he had a chain with an anker
+Said he bust slugs, na boy, you a wanksta
+All in my face, telling me how he trill
+Well I'm holding my own nigga, so you ain't saying shit
+Scarlett OHarlem, yeah that's me
+With the red sweats, G-Unit across my body
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
+You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
+I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
+So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Swag Level[Intro]
+My swag on ten I gets the green
+People always saying that the hell is that mean?
+
+First it was the Glock going hand to hand
+Then I got to moving the gram by gram
+Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
+One by one, I knocks them out
+
+[Verse 1]
+I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
+Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
+If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
+Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
+It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
+Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
+Gem star will scratch you, you're not on my stature, you’re just a rapper
+In fact, you’re a regular rapper
+Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
+Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
+Like go on to my niggas, get the mossberg pumping
+I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
+It was rip to big now heavy dead
+Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something…
+
+[Chorus]
+My swag on ten I gets the green
+People always saying what the hell is that mean?
+I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
+My swag on ten I gets the green
+People always saying that the hell is that mean?
+Find More lyrics at
+My swag on ten I gets the green
+People always saying what the hell is that mean?
+I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
+I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
+[Verse 2]
+And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day
+I’m from NY, but I fuck with HB
+When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home
+Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on
+What up Blood, don’t get it fucked up
+A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up
+Out of habit, I got bad habits
+Semi autos, and fully automatics
+Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it
+Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit
+I been doing this I don’t need practice
+I been doing this I don’t need practice
+
+[Chorus]
+My swag on ten I gets the green
+People always saying what the hell is that mean?
+I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
+My swag on ten I gets the green
+People always saying that the hell is that mean?
+My swag on ten I gets the green
+People always saying what the hell is that mean?
+I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
+I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the breadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Paper (I Get It)[50 Cent]
+Bartender bring the bottles of Rose
+That bitch like me but I don’t give a fuck
+Bitch nigga smelling like good weed
+Crush the hashish
+Look I don’t give a fuck
+I’m so grimey
+They can’t blind me
+The paper I get it
+The paper I get it
+
+What the fuck nigga I rock
+Like I got that style that’ll keep me forever on top
+Bitch, my drop top, make niggas feel like theres something wrong with there hustle
+I’m eating, I suggest you niggas try this
+Scrap the plate move the weight I got the itis
+I’m sick, I’m addicted to the gold
+You take a hit of how this feel you want more
+Sorta like what crack did to boogie and New Jack
+Wassup when I crossover, there ain't no coming back
+Take a hit of this, this is what I’ve been cooking
+Perfect product, customer good looking
+This trip, this flip, I’ma get the count right
+Do my numbers man, why your baker count light
+Thta work you put out, that was stepped on
+My shit raw dope, pure heron
+[Hook]
+Bartender bring the bottles of Rose
+That bitch like me but I don’t give a fuck
+Bitch nigga smelling like good weed
+Crush the hashish
+Look I don’t give a fuck
+I’m so grimey
+They can’t blind me
+The paper I get it
+The paper I get it
+
+[50 Cent - Verse 2]
+Here it is nigga, 1000 grams of uncut
+Take it off consignment, fuck up and you’re f-cked
+This is certified hood shit, ghetto gold good shit
+Sniff a line of this, take a pull of that
+This a fact, either which way you hiding that
+I’ve been here before, it’s so familiar
+Bag up, fill up the paraphernalia
+I wanna win so bad, nigga I wanna kill ya
+Get in the way, this six spray, I’m bad news
+Denzel when the trumpet blow, more better blues
+It’s psychotic, my flows are narcotic
+Tll me how you want it, my nigga I got it
+For days, My money give me goose bumps
+My pockets swollen, two lumps
+Count it all, 10c no cent a dime
+You know me, you know I got a hell of a grind
+[Hook]
+
+There's nothing to it
+I can smell hater
+You know what this is
+G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G
+G-Unit
+This is therapy for me man
+I just gotta focus on my art. I’m an artist
+You can appreciate it
+Like you appreciate a Picasso
+Or an Andy Warhol, you should love me
+When you look at me
+You should say this is fresh
+This is abstract
+This is a work of art
+This is 50
+Til next time, G-G-G-G-G-unitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Funny How Time Flies[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah yeah
+I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah
+I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah yeah
+I know what she like, I know what she want
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+My bitch just like me so I know she wan' stunt
+A taste of the good life, yeah, I know what she want
+A trip to PR, sex in the car, floating diamonds shabar (woo!)
+Call us hood, it's all good, that's what we are (YEAH!)
+Find an exotic space to visit, chinchilla, gator-lizid
+That's how a nigga gets it when I'm on my shizzit
+Bright lights, city life, a nigga so flashy
+Have you like "Damn! That Ferrari flew past me!"
+So fast a nigga don't know limits
+Had a bad bitch in it, I can see it wasn't tinted
+Get the money then spend it (yeah), break rules or bend it (yeah)
+To my liking, I move like a viking (AOWW!)
+A warrior, I shouldn't mean more to you
+I'm the American dream, one man regime (uh huh)
+Shorty love me like she love new shoes
+Insecure, so she investigate me like the Feds, ooh
+
+[Chorus: Intro sample (50 Cent)]
+Funny how time flies (it's funny how time flies) when you're making love (it's funny, it's funny)
+It goes on and on and on (it's funny, it's funny), we just can't go wrong (it's funny, it's funny)
+Funny how time flies (it's funny how time flies) when you're making love (it's funny, it's funny)
+It goes on and on and on (it's funny, it's funny), we just can't go wrong (it's funny, it's funny)
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+They can smile, they can frown, they can love it, they can hate it
+They can wish bad shit on us, it's cool, we made it
+Look at me to see the Lord's blessings while they stressing
+Switch whips, push the Bugatti through the recession (woo!)
+It's just me and you, I can see it clear
+Police coming, I need you to stash this pistol here
+It's all hood, you hesitate they'll put our life on pause (uh huh)
+It's a common wealth state, baby, they make up laws
+Fuck CMB, it's you and me, baby, we all we got
+I say we gon' make it, they saying we not (uh huh)
+Yeah, but they don't know I'm meant for you, they don't know how you're into me
+They don't know shit about how we bond mentally (AOWW!)
+Their relationships are oh so basic
+They can't understand how we do and how we say shit
+So blunt, don't front, I got you open
+It's the original G shit, you know how we get, duck down!
+
+[Chorus: Intro sample (50 Cent)]
+Funny how time flies (it's funny how time flies) when you're making love (it's funny, it's funny)
+It goes on and on and on (it's funny, it's funny), we just can't go wrong (it's funny, it's funny)
+Funny how time flies (it's funny how time flies) when you're making love (it's funny, it's funny)
+It goes on and on and on (it's funny, it's funny), we just can't go wrong (it's funny, it's funny)
+
+[Interlude: 50 Cent]
+50...
+You already know what it's about from there, man
+Let's get it... I get the bread, man
+Watch what I do now
+I'ma start taking over construction, gon' start rebuilding the city
+Come back, man, 40 projects, nigga
+Family day, you already know what that's about, man
+It's gon' be crazy, everybody gon' be there
+And the rest of y'all niggas that don't show up, ain't nobody anyway
+Ha ha ha ha.... YO!
+I promise you, man
+You ain't never gon' see another nigga like me, man
+So you should celebrate me now, 'cause time flies, man
+And before you know it, I'll be gone, it's 50...
+[Chorus: Intro sample]
+Funny how time flies when you're making love
+It goes on and on and on, we just can't go wrong
+Funny how time flies when you're making love
+It goes on and on and on, we just can't go wrongEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Suicide Watch[Dialing]
+[Phone rings]
+
+[Intro: Puff Daddy sample]
+Hello? Oh shit, nigga, oh shit
+What the fuck is going on?
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)]
+(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell)
+I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (yeah)
+(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion)
+I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion (yeah)
+(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell)
+I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (uh huh)
+(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion)
+I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Some niggas is broke, trying to be on some don shit
+Me? I'm a grunt, comfortable in that conflict
+Go 'head nigga stunt, it's cool 'til I get on it
+You can keep the blunt, but that chain, nigga, we want it
+Call it a jux or whatever you wanna call it
+Call the police and get hit with a clip for it
+You know how I move, that semi here on my waistline
+Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga, I take mine
+I run in your crack house, MAC out, screaming "Go 'head make me"
+Duct-tape you, the fiends and that snotty nose baby
+Calm down and cooperate 'fore I hit you
+With some shit that doc'll operate for hours you coward
+[Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)]
+(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell)
+I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
+(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion)
+I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion
+(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell)
+I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
+(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion)
+I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I tried to keep it cool these hobby niggas make me violent
+I split your fucking head, yeah, that would stop your ass from whining
+Baby, I'm delusional, distorted, no defying
+You think you can play me? Pussy, go 'head, nigga, try it
+I fell I broke my arm, I felt pain when I was six
+They kill mommy at it, by 12 I was selling knicks
+See me I'm a survivor, I tell a nigga suck a dick
+And niggas know I'm strapped so they ain't saying shit
+Me? I'm a party pooper, I be fucking up the fun
+These niggas wanna stunt, I wanna get at 'em with my gun
+Since a little nigga, I been on the same shit
+Don't act like something new when you see niggas getting hit (What up, BIG?)
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)]
+(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) uh huh
+I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (whaat?)
+(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion)
+I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion
+(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell)
+I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
+(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion)
+I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion
+[Bridge: 50 Cent]
+I'm Notoriousssss!
+Biggie ain't around, now you need me, alright?
+I'm Notoriousssss!
+You can chill with 'Pac, nigga, in your next life
+I'm Notoriousssss!
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+It's 50, nigga, I'm back mashed, what's up?
+Man, this shit getting ready to change, man, telling you, mane
+Motherfucking gangstas can't do the skanky leg
+What's next, mane?
+You gon' be dropping it low like a stripper? Oh, shit
+I'm trying to fit in and I can't fit in, damn, I'M BACK, BABY!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Whoo Kid[50 Cent talking]
+
+[Hook]
+You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
+You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
+You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
+You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
+
+[50 Cent]
+I got a M1 in my hand, I'm finna start killin' shit
+I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant
+What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
+My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press
+Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
+Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
+Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
+Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out
+In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
+G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail
+Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
+Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
+Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
+I'm not that nigga that you striptease for
+You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
+Cause I'm out like a pimp than a trick, bitch!
+[Hook]
+You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
+You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
+You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
+You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
+
+[50 Cent talks till end]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dreaming[Intro: 50 Cent (Christopher Williams)]
+(Don't wake me, I'm dreaming)
+This feels like a dream, yeah
+(Don't wake me, I'm dreaming) haha
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I'm dreaming big, real big, I got big dreams
+I'll kill 'em this year, I got big schemes
+It's bigger than coke, it's bigger than dope
+My marijuana mentality went up in smoke
+I go hard, so hard there ain't nothing harder (yeeeahhh)
+Poor or rich, my nigga, I hustle regardless
+'Til I die and touch the sky
+I'll be trying to get my piece of the pie
+Shoot me or love me or hate me or leave me alone (c'mon)
+The jealousy's growing 'cause I'm in the zone (yeah)
+The underground king, I'm on the throne
+'Cause niggas just ain't on the shit that I'm on
+What I've been through shift my mental
+It sounds like murder on the instrumental (yeah)
+I tend to spaz, I went through cash
+So fast got to get me some more
+
+[Verse 2: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)]
+If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (man!)
+Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete
+If I'm dreaming then leave me alone (feels like New Jack City, ha ha)
+Turn off the lights and unplug the phone
+I can't get over the fact that I'm with you (ha ha)
+Now that I have you I don't know what to do
+(I don't know what to do)
+Girl, if I'm dreaming I'm dreaming 'bout you (that's fo' sure)
+About the things that I'd like to do (wo-wo-woo!)
+[Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)]
+Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (don't wake me girl)
+Girl, don't wake me (ha ha)
+Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (this feels too good man)
+Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you
+
+[Verse 3: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)]
+If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (let me dream man)
+Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete
+If I'm dreaming just leave me alone (leave me alone)
+Turn off the lights and unplug the phone
+I've been waiting for such a long time (I need you, girl)
+For you to say that you would be mine (come on)
+Now that you're here, here by my side (yeah)
+I can't control the way that I feel inside (I can't believe it)
+
+[Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)]
+Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (it feels like a dream)
+Girl, don't wake me
+Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (ha ha)
+Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you
+
+[Bridge: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)]
+If I'm dreaming just let me sleep (don't wake me up)
+Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete (come on, baby, I'm)
+If I'm dreaming just leave me alone (leave me alone)
+Turn off the lights and unplug the phone
+[Verse 4: Unknown Rapper (50 Cent)]
+Don't wake me up 'cause Clean Cut's dreaming (yeah)
+In a deep sleep my mind keeps scheming (come on)
+I heard she had a man, I said ''so what?''
+She be looking sweeter than a honey (?) donut
+And I wanna taste her, straight, no chaser
+We can do this now if not then maybe later (uh huh)
+Front to back, in fact I keep her screaming
+For you I'm fiending, girl, you got me dreaming
+(This year make me wan' do the wop, man)
+
+[Bridge: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)]
+If I'm dreaming about you, let's make this dream come true
+(You can make it come true)
+If I'm dreaming about you, let's make this dream of love come true (AOWW!)
+
+[Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)]
+Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (ha ha)
+Girl, don't wake me (you should love me, man)
+Don't wake me, I'm dreaming
+Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you (come on)
+
+[Outro: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)]
+If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep
+Don't wake me up 'till my dream is complete ('til my dream's complete)
+If I'm dreaming then leave me alone (leave me alone)
+Turn off the lights and unplug the phone
+If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (it was not me, man)
+Don't wake me up 'till my dream is complete
+(It was the educated brother from the bank.. oh my God!)
+This dream is just, just you and me (I'm dreaming)
+Come here, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+50 Cent’s TattoosBack:
+Southside
+50
+G-Unit
+
+Neck:
+Beau
+
+Stomach:
+Love & Hate
+
+Right Arm:
+Marquise
+Ax
+
+Left Arm:
+Shield
+
+Right Forearm:
+Angel
+
+Left Forearm:
+Cross
+
+Right Hand:
+G-UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+G-Unit / U.T.P.[Male voice talking]
+Right now with the situation gettin' better
+So I'm doin' you things, holla
+
+[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
+
+[50 Cent]
+Now piece by piece we put it all together
+Time to get this dough nigga, it's now or never
+I'm wild as ever, foul as ever
+Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
+They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker
+Grimy ass New Yorker
+Come cut ya, gum butcher, lay your ass out
+If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
+If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me
+I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
+Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
+Let's get this money man, them hoes come with the paper
+I'm done to go wherever this game takes us
+Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros
+That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
+I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
+Shit I didn't have to say that, ya'll already know
+[Hook] - 2X
+From New York to New Orleans
+A problem, holla at me
+My niggas comin' to see
+If everythin' is alright
+
+Ya'll niggas can blow some trees
+Have coke and some Hennessey
+My niggas from U.T.P
+Everythin' is alright
+
+[Young Buck]
+For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout
+Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it, in 24 hours
+I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
+In the summertime the white
+Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike sign (woo)
+Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
+I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
+I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed
+Shakin' them haters off, bouncin' to this jukin' beat
+Fuckin' with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin'
+Lettin' New York know these U niggas ain't stuntin'
+Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
+After these messages we'll be right back
+Take off your necklace huh, because this tech will hit a
+Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga
+After you finish your collard greens and cornbread
+Get you a Glock, and come around here where my mom stayin'
+[Hook]
+
+[Skip]
+From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
+I got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em down
+When you get close, call nigga I'm gonna guide you down
+You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin'?
+In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin'
+What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
+They locked my partner Gus up for smokin' weed and speedin'
+But he'll be home though, probably about the same time you get ya
+Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year
+But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn't?
+Well come to find out, my homey found somethin'
+But he had to choke a bitch, and fo' pound somethin'
+Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped 'em
+Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em
+And pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Male voice talking]
+We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier
+Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha...
+Haha, can't forget, Teamwork Music, hahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Liar Liar[Hook]
+Baby when I told you, you're the only one I like
+I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight
+And baby when I told you, you're the sunshine of my life
+I meant to say, shawty I ain't no trick, bitch please I ain't buying you shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+When I told you I like you for everything you are
+I meant I like the way your titties sit up in your bra
+Everything I said in your ear by the bar
+Was just to get you in the back seat of my car
+You're an inspiring actress, girl you could go far
+If you knew who I knew, baby you would be a star
+But when I told you, you had sexy lips
+I meant to say I bet you suck a good dick
+And when I said I was feeling ya hips
+I meant to say, I bet she like it like a dog and shit
+So tell me doc, am I really sick?
+When bitches find out how I think, they say I ain't shit
+When I say I love it, I mean I like it a lot
+I say I wanna fuck, I mean right on the spot
+I say it's my pussy, but bitch you know it's yours
+You say it's your dick, okay then lick on the balls
+
+[Hook]
+Baby when I told you, you're the only one I like
+I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight
+And baby when I told you, you're the sunshine of my life
+I meant to say, shawty I ain't no trick, bitch please I ain't buying you shit
+[Verse 2]
+When I said I miss you, I mean I ain't hit in a while
+I was thinking I come over, I'm thinking I can knock you down
+When I said just kiss it, I mean come on just suck me off
+I said I'll take you shopping, I meant I'll drive you to the mall
+I wanna keep in touch, you know I hardly ever call
+I'm doing big things, but I like my money short
+You lookin' good baby, I complement you on your clothes
+I mean them jeans ya wearing, I can't wait to take 'em off
+I bet I get ya hot, I mean hotter than a stove
+I'll be ya freak, ya freak, yeah I'll lick ya I suppose
+I mean from your neck, all the way down to your toes
+I won't miss a spot, I'm good at this, lord knows
+Now here I go again, I mean I wanna get it on
+I say anything, I'm a horny little dawg
+Put ya legs back, and hop on you like a frog
+Get religious quick, have you saying my god
+
+[Hook x2]
+Baby when I told you, you're the only one I like
+I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight
+And baby when I told you, you're the sunshine of my life
+I meant to say, shawty I ain't no trick, bitch please I ain't buying you shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In Cold Blood (Remix)[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Wise came home Far Rock edge, man; I figured I'd drop in (WHOOOO!)
+Bless him with a lil' short change to go shoppin'! (YEAH!)
+Buzzer don't work! - Elevator shitty staircase pissy
+His sister ran out huggin' on a nigga, she missed me! (what?)
+Momma living room, she sipped Cristy till she was pissy! (whoooo!)
+Told 'em niggas tried to blaze me last night but they missed me
+In the CL, some niggas wet the driver side door, (uh-huuuh!)
+I had my vest on. - I put the fuckin\' pedal to the floor! (AAAAAHHHH!)
+Her son facin' her - for a less or tens, he hurtin'
+They be hollerin' like: "50, let us put some work in!"
+Today's a nice day if tonight's a nice night, - somebody gon' die
+It is what it is my nigga; why ask why?!
+See? I stay with some s*it in the street
+But the niggas Uptown love me like they love Pistol Pete. - You heard me?
+
+[Interlude: 50 Cent]
+Haha, haha!
+BRAAAAAAAAAAAAATT!
+Y'all n*ggas eat that, n*gga!
+Live with that!
+
+[Verse 2: Scarface]
+I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner
+Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em
+Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin marijuana
+Cops rollin up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna
+Pistol-grippin, insurin won't nobody run up on us
+But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em
+I ain't playin no games, I'm on a mission fo' the change
+Motherfuck bein a lame, I'm ten toes in the game - deep
+I can't slip, this whole world want me sleep
+See I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak
+And playin for keeps, cause see, it's a thin red line
+Between a nigga gettin his, and me gettin mine
+And plus I'm a nigga with that feelin like it's my time
+And anybody standin in the way of that is dyin
+I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you?
+I ain't the one, be pushin buttons in the sight of my gun
+I'm the real live version of the Corleone family
+So I spit this clearly, so you hoes'll understand me..
+[Verse 3: Lloyd Bank$ {50 Cent}:]
+I had my eyes on the Mascara, - mami, the Maybelline queen;
+Dolce Gabana, Fergano gettin' choked in the sauna. [explosion]
+She had a - dot on her face like Madonna, (Madonna!) dressed like she date a designer. (designer!)
+Looks so good, I spent a day with her mama. {whoooo!}
+Tried to break her, bring her, beat her, eat a plate of lasagna, {uh-huuuuh!}
+Grab some paper, bring the heater in case it's haters behind her. {AAAAHH!}
+They call me "Bandana Bank$", baby, I clap your homie, homie
+Then I'm through with her, - go holla at Macaroni Tony, {TONY YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYO!}
+In the back with a few cup of Henny, baggy pants to tuck the semi
+In case you get to fuckin\' friendly. - My clique as tough as any! {any!}
+Stuntin' plenty, I don't trick a penny; {haha!} get your own shit!
+Callin' me with questions will only get you a phone click. - ! (!)
+
+[Hook: Scarface]
+I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold-blooded nigga
+Bank robber (ooooh) I'm a natural born killer
+Drug dealer, anything it took to survive
+Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangstaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tony Yayo Explosion[50 Cent]
+Yeah, F-50
+
+[Chorus - 50 Cent]
+As times go by, I twist a lot
+Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
+You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
+But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
+
+As times go by, I twist a lot
+Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
+You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
+But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
+
+[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]
+740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
+Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
+If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
+See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo)
+Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
+Or 1 to 3, for an extra G
+RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
+When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
+Picture me trick, and take a loss
+I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
+This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
+9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
+G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver
+(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)
+[Chorus]
+As times go by, I twist a lot
+Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
+You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
+But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)
+
+As times go by, I twist a lot
+Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
+You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
+But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
+
+[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
+I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
+These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
+I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
+And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
+250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
+Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
+You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
+I do you dirty like Bishop did Raheem in "Juice" (Juice)
+Allow myself, to introduce myself
+This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
+I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
+And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
+And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
+Never gotta borrow a handgun
+Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
+So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
+Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo)
+Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
+And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
+Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
+Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
+The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
+Don't be surprised, If I spit at you
+Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
+Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope
+Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
+I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
+You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
+WHAT!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Things We Do[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I don't wanna hear no complaining
+'Cause you niggas already know how I get man
+You niggas cannot punk 'round here
+What the fuck, you think it's different 'cause it's music?
+Nah, man, fuck that, man
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Close your eyes - see the shooters, see the money in the bag
+See the D's in the unmarked on a nigga ass
+See 62 on the plate when niggas bag up
+Scrape the plate my nigga, everything add up
+I'm hungry, like I been missing a meal
+Back writing like I need me a deal, I'll show you the steel
+It's a jux, nigga, feel the chill
+Up your spine, I'm a menace for real, I blast to kill
+Leave your brains on the dash and wheel
+Mix the kush with the hash and chill, let's talk bread
+Them niggas in the way of the money, let's shoot ahead
+The rest of them suckers'll scattered, they don't matter
+I'm trying to get my head right, I'm buggy like my head lights
+Big Benz, big friends, bitch get in
+I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game
+We used to be the same, now we not alike mane, c'mon
+
+[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample (50 Cent)]
+The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
+Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu!
+(Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on)
+The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
+(Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on)
+Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu!
+(Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on)
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I like my bitches fast just like the Porsches
+Switch gears, riding like 500 horses
+You're now rocking with the boss of the bosses
+My wrist glist so sick, I leave a nigga nauseous
+That's the Hublot, what's that you got?
+I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day
+Follow my footsteps, you know I move proper
+So what you got a chopper? Nigga, I got a chopper
+Mines ain't got no wheels, what's the deal?
+Propellers propel, I'm on the top of New York
+Top of the food chain, nigga, talking my talk
+Success is my addiction, you should take a hit of this {HAHA!}
+I'm down for the friction, you start it I'll finish it
+Victim? Pick 'em - knife work, stick 'em
+Chrome Colt, pop 'em - hollow tip, drop 'em
+It won't be long 'fore you're going dying now, watch 'em
+(Come on! Come on!)
+
+[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample (50 Cent)]
+The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
+Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu!
+(Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on)
+The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
+(Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on)
+Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu!
+(Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on)
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, after the drought it's the flood
+It's strategic, man, I planned it
+Now follow my footsteps, you know I move proper
+Let me inspire you, let me make you wanna win
+Let's take it to the top, baby
+I wanna say something to make you hungry
+Don't let nobody fuck up your vibe, man
+Coming in with that negative bullshit, we don't wanna hear it
+How they gon' stop a hustler from hustling?
+Man, 'til next time, 50EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bitch What U Know About[50 Cent:] yeah
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Bitch what you know about?
+Grippin' fo' fo's
+Poppin' fo' fos
+Pimpin' them hoes
+Nigga what you know about?
+Gettin' that dough
+Pushin' that blow
+Sippin' that Mo
+Bitch what you know about?
+
+Bitch what you know about?
+Grippin' fo' fo's
+Poppin' fo' fos
+Pimpin' them hoes
+Nigga what you know about?
+Gettin' that dough
+Pushin' that blow
+Sippin' that Mo
+Bitch what you know about?
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Big money, big things
+Big wrist watch, big diamond rings
+My niggas love when the club be off the chain
+Ya'll front they'll make you niggas take of them chains
+You can run 'til the hollow tips hit ya frame
+Hang on for ya life mayne
+A little candy paint, a little bit of chrome
+Some woodgrain a nigga money long
+Call shots in this bitch like a boss should
+What the fuck I want in your hood?
+I cruise through ya strip ridin' real slow
+I'm not shootin' but I can and I will though
+Said I cruise through ya strip ridin' real slow
+I'm not shootin' but I can and I will though
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Bitch what you know about?
+Grippin' fo' fo's
+Poppin' fo' fos
+Pimpin' them hoes
+Nigga what you know about?
+Gettin' that dough
+Pushin' that blow
+Sippin' that Mo
+Bitch what you know about?
+
+Bitch what you know about?
+Grippin' fo' fo's
+Poppin' fo' fos
+Pimpin' them hoes
+Nigga what you know about?
+Gettin' that dough
+Pushin' that blow
+Sippin' that Mo
+Bitch what you know about?
+
+[Verse 2: Young Buck]
+Keep my name out ya mouth
+Before them AK shells come straight in ya house
+Won't stop 'til ya whole block layin' hit 'em all up buck buck then we out
+Fuck where you from nigga fuck what you 'bout
+We can get it poppin'
+Bodies start droppin'
+Feds start watchin'
+Niggas start talkin'
+Death is knockin'
+At your front door
+Niggas really don't want war
+Talkin' and walkin'
+You'll meet your coffin
+Ain't no stoppin'
+When the Glock get to poppin'
+Bitch niggas runnin', screamin' and hollerin'
+Want to see what its like when you get shot?
+Want to get jacked for ya iced out watch?
+My tour bus filled up with guns I ain't tryin' to go out like Big and Pac
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Bitch what you know about?
+Grippin' fo' fo's
+Poppin' fo' fos
+Pimpin' them hoes
+Nigga what you know about?
+Gettin' that dough
+Pushin' that blow
+Sippin' that Mo
+Bitch what you know about?
+
+Bitch what you know about?
+Grippin' fo' fo's
+Poppin' fo' fos
+Pimpin' them hoes
+Nigga what you know about?
+Gettin' that dough
+Pushin' that blow
+Sippin' that Mo
+Bitch what you know about?
+
+[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
+Check ya ho
+Check ya dough
+Hate the game, but respect it though
+Cock and blow
+Let that go
+Otherwise the Tec will blow
+In other words ya neck will know
+What it feels to have a exit hole
+Them guns will make a nigga dumb turn him into a vegetable
+I ruined mines
+Doin' lines
+My little niggas usin' nines
+Spittin' rhymes
+But I flip a bird
+Feelin' like i'm losin' time
+Got to get it all
+I'm with it all
+Been there, done, and did it all
+And what I saw was niggas fall
+Once the young whore get the call
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Bitch what you know about?
+Grippin' fo' fo's
+Poppin' fo' fos
+Pimpin' them hoes
+Nigga what you know about?
+Gettin' that dough
+Pushin' that blow
+Sippin' that Mo
+Bitch what you know about?
+
+Bitch what you know about?
+Grippin' fo' fo's
+Poppin' fo' fos
+Pimpin' them hoes
+Nigga what you know about?
+Gettin' that dough
+Pushin' that blow
+Sippin' that Mo
+Bitch what you know about?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Run NY[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York
+Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York
+I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk
+Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I wake up, stare at the ceilin'
+I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin'
+I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers
+It's a habit I'm always prepared for war
+See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick
+Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick
+When I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick"
+Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip"
+It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit
+Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me
+Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee
+He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich
+Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit
+And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that
+One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back
+See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long
+And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong
+With a little tre douche is like pop, pop
+Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop
+And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot
+Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got
+And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did
+And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)
+[Chorus - 50 Cent]
+I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York
+Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York
+And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York
+And I stay gettin cheese lil' nigga, cos I run New York
+(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)
+
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster
+LOX made more money than them thin tiny suits
+The game around south, drugs and rappin
+Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum
+Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic
+Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics
+A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die
+Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly
+Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk
+I had Ja Rule buried in some high heel punk
+Vested up in a bullet-proof, man fuck that
+Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch
+Yo, I slip cocaine, in your project lobby
+And beat you wit my pistol like Caine did Chauncey
+It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O
+My whole clique, gotto,my Os on the fly hole
+C4s, we fly on linz
+And my rocks lookin like, Flex likes yo' benz
+[Chorus - 50 Cent]
+When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York
+When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York
+When I'm in VA I tell niggas guess what, I run New York
+I'm in NC niggas holla at the moon, cos I run New York
+(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell
+Me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the
+Nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
+Still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now niggas know you ain't
+Shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
+Shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These niggas I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
+Up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (Power of the Dollar)[50 Cent]
+Change muthafuckas
+Yeah, and understand that, understand the whole world revolves around change
+See a lot of you need to get the  out your heart
+Open your eyes to a lifestyle some of us are just born into
+You see in this world there's only two kinda people:
+Winners and losers
+You a winner 50?
+You mu-fuckin' right I'm a winner, what about you?
+You damn straight I'm a winner
+And let me you tell you som'
+You know at the end of the day
+It ain't about how many cars you got (it ain't)
+Or-or-or how much ice you rock (that's not what it's about)
+It ain't about that shit
+It's about how to fuckin' feed yo' family
+That's what this shit is about
+Understand that, simple minded muthafuckas
+Y'all busy gettin' pimped
+It's about feedin' yo' family (that's what it's about)
+Alright, think about that shit
+While you recoup your record deal
+
+[50 Cent]
+Yeah, think about that son
+Cause you livin' on the strength of the next nigga anyway aight
+Just be easy, doo' I'mma let you live
+Just chill, aight
+Let me get mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+When I Pop The Trunk[Produced by !llmind]
+
+[Intro]
+Nigga no wait, no pine box, no funeral
+Just 9 shots, take Pac 5, plus Big 4
+You got 50, I love war
+
+[Hook 1x]:
+Who wanna box, with my ox
+You wanna thump, I wanna dump
+It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
+It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
+
+[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]:
+I think I got him, 10 shots, follow the trail of the blood drops
+Fuck the police, better talk to Allah arc
+Nigga you bleeding bad, yeah, you bleeding bad
+Your Rolex soaked, like the kotex
+You know next, it's gonna get dark
+Where the cops when you fucking need them?
+That blood filling your lungs boy, I see you weezin'
+The harder you tryna run, the more you leakin'
+You could have found something better to do this weekend
+I got an arsenal, poison tips in my archery
+Battery acid, I burn your face off properly
+Guns ammo, knife Rambo
+Nightmare, wake up I'm right there
+You're hellbound, hell yeah!
+[Hook 2x]:
+Who wanna box, with my ox
+You wanna thump, I wanna dump
+It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
+It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
+
+[Verse 2 - Kidd Kidd]:
+Rider.. Gang!
+
+Haaaaa!
+
+Talk that shit now, I love it when you frontin´
+Eating all that pussy, guess cat got your tongue
+Open up your mouth when say it to the pump
+Buckshot come out the back of your neck like razor bumps
+I'm too small to fight you can swing all you want
+I box with the ox, you drop, I swing once (haaa!)
+This a sad scene, at least you die happy
+Next lick eater, it look like you was smiling at me
+Damn Kidd Kidd, snuck me after he just dap me
+Tell a nigga I'm grimy, bitch I'm from Mays am street (?)
+If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me
+I sprint like athletes in a track meet
+
+[Hook 2x]:
+Who wanna box, with my ox
+You wanna thump, I wanna dump
+It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
+It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Grew Up[Intro]
+Ohhhh! Ahhh!
+
+[Verse 1]
+So what I grew up with them niggas
+I ain't stuck wit them niggas
+We from the same hood
+But I don't fuck wit them niggas
+If shit pop off
+I touch one of them niggas
+Cut one of them niggas
+Poke one of them niggas
+Beg For Mercy number 4
+"I'm so Hood"
+First lp 10 million sold I'm so good
+I thought niggas would love to see me shine
+But it's makin them sick
+To see me gettin mines
+Got that Benz, got that Bentley and the new Bugatti
+Got the Range Aston Martin and the new Ferrari
+If it's makin you sick
+To see me blow I'm sorry
+Dude we used to be cool
+But I ain't stuck wit you nigga
+I grew up wit you nigga
+But I don't fuck wit you nigga
+Got shot in the back
+Den turned around and got shot in the eye
+Labels 2Pac lay down and die
+There's a message in my music can you hear it God?
+The mans never gonna blow
+Another reason why
+This disease infested
+When I spit it any nigga can get it
+Punks frontin' in they rhymes
+That ass'll be flatlined
+"can't we all just get along we used to be friends?"
+Nah, fuck that man
+We used to pretend
+These niggas is comedians
+I thought I was tight funny
+5 called tellin "niggas mugged me"
+Bet on my new surreal shit
+Would you bail a nigga out son
+If you niggas knew he was tryin to kill you
+And wouldn't let you hold a gun?
+Think about it
+Haha ha!
+[Outro]
+Aw man
+I'm havin too much fun with this rap shit man
+I love this shit manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully)I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers
+
+[Hook]
+Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
+You running, I’m coming to get you boy
+You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
+Times running out, I’ma get ya boy
+
+[Verse 1]
+I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
+That beef I cook it, niggas I gets down
+Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
+I bet when I squeeze it, niggas scatter
+The hoes, that’s a whole different story
+Find out the baby ain’t mine, right there on Maury
+Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
+Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
+That’s 36 o’s of love, give me kiss, give me love
+Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged
+This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
+(Tu, tu, tu) I’m on ya head with the beam
+So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers
+You’re fucking with the wrong one
+The strong one that God gave the gift
+Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it
+Why would you be mad, I done made it bitch
+[Hook: 50 Cent + Freeway]
+Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
+You running, I’m coming to get you boy
+You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
+Times running out, I’ma get ya boy
+(Get get gully, g-g-get gully
+Get get gully, g-g-get gully
+We get gully and we get money
+Them schemin' ass chicks can’t get shit from me)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Rain drops from heaven, the angels are cryin'
+It’s raining outside, envision my gun firin'
+Red and white flashes, the police coming
+Nigga you ain't hittin' none, why the fuck are you running
+I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
+When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
+Where’s teh love, I don’t know but here’s the snub
+Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
+You know it’s really not worth it
+To fuck with me, you’d rather tongue kiss the serpent
+Don’t cry we all die
+It’s just a matter of time
+Nigga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine
+Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendencies inside of an emcee
+Fuck around I will line you
+Run from me, I will find you
+Forgot I’m nice, I will remind you
+[Hook: 50 Cent + Freeway]
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+One, two, fifty coming for you
+Three, four, better lock ya door
+Five, six, grab ya crucifix
+Seven, eight, don’t stay up late
+The monsters back
+Yeah, I need a target
+So I can smash their head
+I’m nice!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Warned You[Intro]
+It hurts...
+G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!
+
+[Hook x2]
+I warned you, told you not to push me, pussy
+See what happens when you push me, pussy
+I warned you, told you not to fuck around
+But you never listen, so you go ahead and fuck around!
+
+[Verse]
+I told y'all I crush 'em, I crushed them, it’s nothing
+I destroy him and any motherfucker they lovin'
+Got my thinking cap on, now I'm sharp as a blade
+Don't believe me you sit there and watch me get paid
+New game, homie, my next move is always my best move
+Stricktigic, I show you motherfucker’s my chess move
+Believe it, I'm not that rapper nigga you used to
+That hammer hit that shell that hollow tip will go threw you
+Contact hop, smoke from the cronic got me fellin damonic
+Shoot one in the head for any nigga that want it
+I prepare for the worst and wish for the best
+40 Cali on my hip, teflon on my chest
+It’s toughful math, niggas get blast, D’s canning it up
+Feel the crime scene playin' DA, mad as fuck
+Hit my voice 'em on the wire tap, now you can get me like that
+So called investigation, just was time [?] wasted
+You call me Palli, call me son, call me don dotta
+50, I break 'em off proper!
+[Hook x2]
+I warned you, told you not to push me, pussy
+See what happens when you push me, pussy
+I warned you, told you not to fuck around
+But you never listen, so you go ahead and fuck around!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Paper Chaser[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah
+Yeah nigga, yeah
+Yeah nigga
+
+[Hook]
+I'm a paper chaser, my Glock I'll fire it
+You know what it is
+The moment you expired, I handle my biz
+I make somethin' outta nothin'
+You fuck with the kid
+You bound to get shot frontin' (2x)
+
+[Verse 1]
+You got that big body Benz, ha
+You find the bitch that you want
+You just treat her and her friend, ha
+You don't fucked up that coke, ha
+Them niggas mad as a mothafucker
+They finna get you smoked, ha
+They outside where you rest, ha
+Waitin' with the hammers to put a hole in yo chest, ha
+It's hot you wearin' your vest, ha
+It's summer time and you can't even go out
+Nigga you stressed, ha
+They talkin' about you in the hood, ha
+They sayin' yo ass can't come around
+You sayin' you could, ha
+That bitch flip gave you the boot, ha
+She ain't fuckin' nigga with you
+Cause you ain't got no loot, ha
+Ain't nothin' left for you to do, ha
+So you back in the hood with your pistol ready to shoot, ha
+It won't be long before you dead, ha
+Niggas paid me to hit ya I gotta put one in yo head now!
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, it's my summer!
+Go 'head say somethin', I want you to say somethin'
+So I can smacke the fuckin' black off you, nigga
+I spit in yo face, faggot
+Come through there man, I can't wait, man
+Summer time we gon' mash out this year, nigga
+I got shooters, oh what I got!
+Ya' niggas don't want it with me now, man
+What the fuck, man, ya'll now where I come from
+They now what turf I was tourin' from
+Southside, nigga, ride or be rode on
+You know the rules!
+Live this summer or die this summer, babe
+It's real!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+(Pray 4) My DownfallChorus (4x):
+Pray and pray
+And pray for my downfall
+
+Menace, scene from the movie
+Clap the two, weigh the oozie
+Goodfella jewelry heist
+Diamonds in my bitch doobie
+I sit back, think about the cats
+They hate man I laugh at them
+Get outta line I blast at them
+They stay scheming
+Fuck around let off a clip
+And leave the whip leaning
+They dreaming
+I took the cream and
+Move to new places, new faces
+Fuck the screw faces, shit
+Cause when I flip
+I make the paper
+Dangerous, G-Unit
+Niggas can't bang with us
+It's undeniable the kid is nice
+The flow CPR
+I'll bring Biggie back to life
+Man, Dre say I'm loony
+Em say I'm moody
+At least I don't smoke oolies
+And fuck without rubbers
+A handful of niggas hate
+But the hood love us
+You can pray
+For my downfall
+Motherfuckers
+(Chorus 8x)
+
+Even if I slip
+I'll get back
+Nigga act up
+Hollowtips'll
+Tear your back up
+Gain 30 pounds
+When you die, no lie
+I was high when they hit me
+Had a few gats with me, shit
+Ain't get a chance to let off
+They shot me up and sped off
+Apologies in order
+Tamia I adore her
+But now they strict
+Cause my flow make money
+Flow like water
+Turn it up a notch
+Twist the dutch
+Zone to this, soak it up
+See me in the club son
+I'll send niggas to poke you up
+You know my style 40 cal
+With me when I move around
+Squeeze, catch the shell
+And run before your ass
+Hit the ground
+Pussy niggas shouldn't talk
+Keep my name out your mouth
+Summerjam, understand
+I'm the man
+When I leave the crowd leave
+Shook closer, game over
+Ride or get rolled over
+(Chorus 8x)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Part Of The Game (Extended Version)[Intro: 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah)
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]
+I know heartbreaks, setbacks
+Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
+I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
+So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)
+If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
+I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
+No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)
+Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent, Riley Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez]
+Make money, make-make, make money
+When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South sidе
+Beef with the best of 'em, donе shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah)
+Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh)
+Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
+'Fore the weather break you're dead
+Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah)
+Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh), bag it, flip it
+Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah)
+Runnin' 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (Ayy)
+When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right)
+Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'
+And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side
+Niggas get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah)
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa]
+I know heartbreaks, setbacks
+Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
+I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
+So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)
+If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
+I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
+No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)
+Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)
+It's nothin' to play with (Ayy)
+
+[Verse 2: NLE Choppa & Riley James]
+It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right
+Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight
+Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right
+Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike
+Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
+Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
+More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah)
+Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh)
+Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em
+Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah)
+We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah)
+As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah)
+Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man
+Not the dope man but I bring the propane
+He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range
+Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains
+[Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa]
+I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga)
+Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
+I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah)
+So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt)
+If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey)
+I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
+No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Hey, hey)
+Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey)
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+So you over that
+Nigga you ain't know I don't fuck with you
+Until you felt the vibe (you know the vibes nigga)
+Felt the vibe
+You're not the only reason I'm movin' 'round with this heater with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+BoomerangYeah I’m back to work man
+I’mma do this shit til I fall apart
+
+[Hook]
+She boomerang, I do my thang, she come back
+Everytime that bitch say she leaving she come back
+She boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang
+She boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang
+
+[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
+This one’s for all you niggas on lock down
+Really missing the bitch with the dick in her mouth
+Now she say "she leaving", I say "leave"
+Shit I need air to breath
+She no neccessity to me, I got game like the NBA
+Pro bitch, I know shit
+My nickname NFL, a Nigga Fucking Loaded
+I’m rich like them white boys out there playing hockey
+NHL, a Nigga Hold a Llama and I’m cocky
+Should I explain myself, baby I’m on that hood shit
+So say you wanna go, well I say go ‘head good bitch
+I tour PGA, that's "Pussy n Good Ass"
+Bitch, when your on the jet, everybody first class
+Shots of Tequila, Philippine cuisine, Adobo
+You know a nigga loco
+My photo on the cover of the Vibe
+A nigga so live, it’s GQ, XXL and Black Enterprise
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
+All I wanna do is flip money and make a profit
+Shorty get to working my nerves, she need to stop it
+Special investigate son, she jumping through my phone
+I wanna fucking be friend this is not want I want
+Shit was cool til she shifted now her emotions involved
+I got that dick game that put bitches in pyscho ward
+She said she need me like she need air
+And it hurts because I’m acting like I don’t care
+I was stuck so we fuck, call it "make up sex"
+Call it magic, she tried to leave, she come back
+She gotta have it
+She addicted to my left stroke
+Nah man, my right stroke
+I hit the back of that thing, she hit high notes
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro - 50 Cent]
+You niggas in trouble man
+I woke up this morning, feeling like the old me
+I swear to God man
+Everytime I say something, it’s hot
+This shit just come outta me man
+They say I work just what I am
+I’m an artist, Dont waste your time being a critic
+Because I’m critically acclaimed muthaf-cker
+Around the World, I’m 1 of 1
+There will never be another me
+I’m a perfectionist striving for perfection
+50 Cent, fuck with me, G-g-g-g-g-unitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Robbery[Intro: 50 Cent]
+This very necessary, very legendary... 50
+If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac
+End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat
+Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw
+I done told ya one time, but for the last time
+Don't make me put ya brains on the floor
+
+[Verse: 50 Cent]
+This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor
+Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door
+P, What we got?
+
+[Prodigy]
+10 g's, you gotta be more
+These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw
+
+[Spider Loc]
+Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor
+And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord
+Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich
+50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit
+[50 Cent]
+Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash
+Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav
+
+[Lloyd Banks]
+D-tay and fox, billy and fame
+Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+First there's one shot, then two shots
+And ya laid out on the floor
+Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops
+And they view yo ass in the morgue
+Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right
+And this shit won't happen again
+Come stunt through my hood, like its all good
+And we runnin up in ya cribEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You a Killer? Cool[Verse 1]
+I’ll put this shit together, I’ll tear this shit apart
+Demolition, the architect, I’ll let you see the spark
+Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark
+Put what you thinking on the curb, nigga, mark my word
+If there’s a L to take it’s gon' be your loss
+Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off
+You’ve been warned, you hard nigga I’m just gon' hit you harder
+Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya, extended clip ya
+Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser
+You talk shit I (hawk spit) spit the razor
+The mastermind, the muscle, boy, I know how to touch you
+I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit
+
+[Chorus]
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+You a shooter it’s nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I heard it all before, I’m strapped coming at you boy
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
+I don’t believe you when you say you tough nigga
+All that means is you fucked, nigga, I get the drop, I'm on ya
+[Verse 2]
+Nigga make one false move around me I say “fuck it I’m ridin'”
+And ain’t no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I’ll find ya
+I'm still goin' through my 50-niggas-everywhere-I-go phase
+Catch me slippin' no days, you pussy niggas no way
+To stop me you gon' need at least a Mack boy
+Shoot me with a .25 I be like “what you do that for?”
+That party popper ain’t gon' cut it
+But once you crossed the line you crossed the line, nigga, so fuck it
+I’m built for it, try to do the shit I do get killed for it
+Pints of blood spill for it, beef I’m still for it
+Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain’t get the memo
+I got cake, it’s your wake
+My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on
+Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on
+
+[Chorus]
+You-you a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+You a shooter it’s nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I heard it all before, I’m strapped coming at you boy
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
+I don’t believe you when you say you tough nigga
+All that means is you fucked, nigga, I get the drop, I'm on yaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Clue Shit![ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
+You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like
+Yeah, I told her I write music for a living
+And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent
+And she said "oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music
+I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time"
+And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick
+I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man
+Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue
+And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy
+Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker
+See me I switch up hoopties cause niggas pay niggas to shoot me
+You know how it is in the hood
+
+Dead men don't hear no applause
+Don't men don't go off on tours
+Dead men don't accept no awards
+50 that thought you was dead kid, kid
+
+[ Hook ] - 2X
+50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
+I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
+Niggas thought they got me
+9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
+I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me
+[ Verse 1 ]
+I don't hesitate to pull out the Burna nigga
+I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga
+I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top
+I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots
+And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin'
+If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah)
+When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh)
+You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo)
+I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change
+My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains
+Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr)
+You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh)
+I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah)
+About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh)
+I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump
+I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT)
+
+[ Hook ]
+50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh)
+I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back)
+Niggas thought they got me
+9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
+I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga)
+
+50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
+I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh)
+Niggas thought they got me
+9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
+I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me
+[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ]
+This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
+This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
+50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit)
+DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early)
+(Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent)
+Damn, (we both from Queens)
+That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin')
+(Hey, ya'll niggas cannot stop Queens) (WOO)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+To All My Niggas[P.Diddy]
+{*gunshot*}
+Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration
+
+[Intro] (50 Cent)
+I love niggas! I love niggas!
+Cause niggas are me!
+And I should only love that 'presents me
+I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
+I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
+And to all niggas that do it I love
+
+[B.I.G.]
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
+To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
+To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
+
+[Verse: B.I.G.]
+Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
+And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
+With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
+Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
+Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
+On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
+Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
+Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
+Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
+Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
+Just in case a nigga wanna act out
+I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
+That's real
+[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
+We the realest nigga
+50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
+Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
+Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
+Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
+
+[Verse: B.I.G.]
+When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
+Just in case dread wanna riff
+He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
+Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
+That's a real nigga for ya
+Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
+Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
+She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
+Up North found first stop Watertown
+Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
+You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
+Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse: 50 Cent]
+When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
+And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
+I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
+Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
+Get gassed up to get blast up
+Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
+Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
+50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
+There's no place like home, New York - New York
+I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
+Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
+Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
+Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
+Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
+Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
+Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+P.I.M.P Pt.2Yeah, Im back baby, you miss me? (Ha Ha)Come hear
+
+[Hook:]
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coupe De Ville
+Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First Ass Later
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First Ass Later Pimpin'
+
+[Verse 1:]
+I em simply what you call a P.I.M.P
+You could never go broke when your G tight like me
+You Wanna Ride With Tha King Of New York maybe
+Get your money up choose a pimp and we can talk maybe
+They say the games to be sold not told
+I sprinkle a lil shit in my lines it's hot tho
+You see tha bitches i fuck with ,you know its real
+I swet em to man i get em too man i stay on they heels
+Fuck a parkinlot everyware im at im pimpin' sunshine rain sleet or snow mane
+When im around niggas handcuff they dames
+I fuck em and send em home and they dont love me tha same
+See my face on MTV tha mood just change she suddinly
+Dosent want you touchin' her mane
+I had tha same affect on brods tha same befor tha fame
+Queen's track hustler point niggas know me mane
+[Hook:]
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First Ass Later
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First Ass Later Pimpin'
+
+[Verse 2:]
+I can see it in her eye's she tired of tha adverge live
+Fuckin' with me so adjective to tha clameres live
+Fallow instructions baby tha sky's tha limit
+If you can belive suceed then achefe
+But first past tha weed i was born ta be a balla
+Niggas be hatein' on a kid i can't call it
+I could be everything you need tha shoulder you lean on
+Tha one that you talk to, tha one that you key lone
+If your atracktive we get to thumpin' for awile
+If you listen long enough ill send some humer ta make you smile
+Got you outta pokit now bitch go on choose a pimp
+Doc blew me lost my moma iv been pimpin' ever since
+Im a special kinda nigga girl can't you see?
+I talk tha way out hood on to your t.v
+I may change tha way of life apere so easy
+But you gotta be about your paper if your rollin' with me let's go
+[Hook:]
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First Ass Later
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First Ass Later Pimpin'
+
+[Verse 3:]
+Im from a bottom from a bottom goin' ta take it to tha top!
+If you think we can't do it nigga watch
+We go to all tha way to a drop
+From a lil to alot put a touch up and we got it
+She's far from adverge
+She a spechil lady she'll do anything for me and that drives me crazy
+We get our grind on
+I let her blow on my dice then my luck change i hit tha h right twice
+Its simple its mental she down for me
+When theres no one around, she around for me
+She's my sunshine after tha pain my joy after tha rain its easy to comprehend simple and clean
+
+[Hook:]
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First Ass Later
+I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel
+Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims
+Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
+Purse First Ass Later Pimpin'
+I be pimpin'...
+Purse First ass later i be pimpin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Gotta Win[Intro]
+Yeah, this is what you call inner city blues
+Now that I got you here I got your attention (I'm a winner winner)
+I wanna welcome you all to the winner's circle
+
+[Hook]
+I'm a winner winner, look I gotta win
+After I win I got to win over again
+Please don't confuse a nigga for a loser
+Watch me maneuver with the Ruger
+Look, I gotta win
+
+[Verse 1]
+By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
+Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo, you ain't hear that from me though
+My occupation's operation get money
+Got that beam on that 9, got that money on my mind
+Got no patience, man, I grind like I'm running out of time
+See the sunshine reflect off my shine, you're blind
+You write hot lines like mine lines you're signed
+That bitch bad, her ass so fat class, she mine
+I'm addicted to it, me I got to win
+Over and over and over again
+This quest for the paper is never gon' end
+So to my competition here's the message I send
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Man, you ain't a shooter, you ain't a robber
+You talk like a mobster you fucking blogger
+I say some hard shit you wanna say somethin harder
+Smack the shit out you, you wanna run to the law, huh?
+This movie's a rerun, you seen this before
+She used a vibrator and she suck on your boy
+I stand out like a sore thumb, I'm hard to ignore
+You get addicted to the dick then have to go through withdrawls
+After I go through the drawers I'm back on my grizzly
+Back getting busy causing a frenzy
+It's nothing new to me, there's nothing they could do to me
+That ain't been done to me - this is fun for me
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sunday MorningThis is how I'm feeling right now, I mean I'm.. I'm blessed
+
+[Hook]
+Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
+But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
+Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
+But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning
+
+[Verse 1]
+I make so many mistakes, so many corrections
+I'm so far from perfect, so many imperfections
+But I'm a go getta, I get up and go get it
+So if you're preaching prosperity, I wanna hear it
+I make the hood look good, turn the base into base line
+Punch lines to white lines, run from the one time
+My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes
+Now you seen the dope fiend lean
+And you seen the pimp pimp hoes
+The 4-4 blow and niggas puff dro
+Like there's no tomorrow
+Hit that pass that, that's the motto
+You know jail's like vacation for my friends
+They go away, come home and do the same shit again
+You think I'm bad, man they don't give a fuck
+They trying do what they gotta do to get a buck
+[Hook]
+Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
+But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
+Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
+But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning
+
+[Verse 2]
+I take the line out the good book an eye for an eye
+Shoot me I shoot you back, I don't care if you die
+First the sun comes down, then the sun goes up
+And the coke price too when the D's make a bust
+It's freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall and
+Everything you worked for, they come to take it all
+Man it's like they don't know what they taking
+Hit you with the tazer, I'll have you sizzling like bacon
+When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use it
+Through my pain there's a piece of me in all of my music
+Go head you can judge me, I'm hoping you love me
+I see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magic
+Hocus pocus keep the bitches focused
+Before we pop up on that ass with toasters
+Lord forgive me I'm regressing again
+Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins
+
+[Hook]
+Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
+But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
+Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
+But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morningEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Ya BoyI'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
+I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
+I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
+I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
+Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back
+That's four niggas riding strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
+The voice in my head say fuck all these niggas
+Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggas
+Man my homies they want do whatever I want do
+I say I want eat this and shit we want eat too
+Let's ride around find a nigga stunting on first street
+With the shine's on niggas be looking like lunch meat
+I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
+Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start popping some more
+Fuck a ski mask, man niggas know who I is
+I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz
+I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
+I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
+I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
+I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
+I'm up early in the morning, tryna make a move
+You coming in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school
+Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
+I hit her with the lama to get this cake
+Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
+Oh, she don't know it, damn, okay we'll wait
+I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
+With a gun to her head saying, "Daddy come home"
+You was rolling, popping bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
+In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
+Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearing you
+And the nine will jam, right in my hand
+I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
+I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
+I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
+I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
+I got his homies screaming buck you need to calm down
+Niggas be getting killed every time you come around
+We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
+She asking God, what my baby dunn did now?
+I'm taking every thang, jewelry I want it all
+Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
+Fuck waiting we can starting waiting on tomorrow
+So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
+I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
+I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar
+The mack I have his brains all over the fucking sidewalk
+And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
+March nigga step, right nigga lef'
+G-Unit soldier I'm thugging till my death mothafuckas
+I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
+I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
+I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
+I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
+I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
+I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mind Sex[Intro]
+Its 50, Yeah
+It's time I laid back on em
+Real smooth yeah
+
+[Chorus: x2]
+I'm not down for the mind sex
+I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet
+You can burn an in-scent
+Lay back and relax
+Feel the good vibrations
+After me fuck I don't a conversation
+
+[Verse 1]
+Pardon me love that ass lookin' right
+What you doin' tonight
+You should stop aight
+My body language say it all
+So we ain't gotta talk
+I got fly spot southside queens New York
+Now you know I wanna fuck
+No doubt but I wanna try a different route
+Don't say a word
+Un-button your blouse
+Pull that skirt down
+Come to my bed time to put it down
+[Chorus: x2]
+I'm not down for the mind sex
+I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet
+You can burn an in-scent
+Lay back and relax
+Feel the good vibrations
+After we fuck I don't a conversation
+
+[Verse 2]
+New princess show me your interests
+Wait let me guess you like my ghetto poetry
+Here's a little something I wrote down
+In case you ever came around
+You hear that fly shit
+You know it's me
+Position after position
+I'll exploit your body
+Like an instructor for yoga or advanced Pilates
+Your working up a sweat
+You like it how I like it?
+Go ahead go up and down
+I like it when you ride it
+
+[Chorus: x2]
+I'm not down for the mind sex
+I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet
+You can burn an in-scent
+Lay back and relax
+Feel the good vibrations
+After we fuck I don't a conversation
+[Outro]
+Motherfuckin' right I don't want no conversation
+Talk to a bitch try to explain to her why she should give me some boyzes and the bitch slow. First she know then she don't know if she gonna give some boyzes, she slow. So I ain't supposed to be hangin' out with no mentally retarded ho, you know shit like that, you know what I'm sayin'? It's the kid man, It's the 50 man. Come on man, I'm in Taiwan man,type A, Thailand
+I got the Asian hoes man, all together man. Niggas don't even believe in me man. I gotta put this shit on tape man, 4 bitches at the same time man, there's a difference when you just got 4 bitches, there just is. You or when you got 4 bitches that are just dead, really get into it, start being there for themselves, you know what I mean? I talk A bitch into anything man. You gotta listen o me man, I'm good at this man, yous don't be listenin' man. That's why you ain't got no money man. Put your hands in your pockets right now. You know why you ain't got no money? Cause you don't listen to 50. Stupid nigga, I'm tellin' ya to pay attention man. Watch me man, hunh? Niggas know what i'm sayin'. I'm off the same curb you are. Why I got a hundred mill' and you ain't got nuttin', huh?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Say My Name[50 Cent]
+Yeah, Fifty, Ha Ha
+
+I'm complex, difficult to understand
+I don't know if it's me
+Or just to make a brother mad
+I wanna it in the morning
+Bright and early I want it
+I rise as the sunrise
+Baby now get up on it
+Give it to me good
+Shawty work it like you should
+You follow instructions
+Then I follow instructions
+The ultimate seduction
+More kissing and touching
+Feels super natural
+First chance I'm at you
+
+[Ice Cube]
+To fuck with Ice Cube
+You gotta shit talk, big talk, Crip walk
+Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
+Cause you fucking with millionaires
+Big stars
+Only clocking a grip will make our
+Dicks hard
+I come through when I handle my
+Business
+Like a goddamn menace
+Niggas think I eat spinach
+Cause you need a dentist
+Whenever I finish
+It's the Grin-ich, with a gang of
+Lieutenants
+WESTSIDE!
+[50 Cent]
+I like it when you freaky
+I’m freaky
+I’ll explore your body completely
+Til you feel like you need me
+Chest to chest
+I reckon I get to kiss you in neck
+Come correct to make a sweat
+It’s making us wet
+Say my name, say my name
+Positions we change
+I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking
+I ain’t playing no games
+Jackpot, backshot
+Still roughly taken
+My pleasure is pleasing you
+You should feel the same too
+
+[2Pac]
+Now ever since a nigga was a seed
+Only thing promised to me was the
+Penitentiary, still ballin'
+Riding on these niggas cause they
+Lame
+In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
+Can you feel me?
+Blame it on my momma I'm a thug
+Nigga
+Up before the sun rise, quicker than
+The drug dealers
+Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to
+Bomb
+Bust on these bitch-made niggas
+Hit em up, Westside!
+Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
+Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if
+I smoke niggas
+I love my females strapped, I'll fuck her
+From the back
+I get my currency in stacks, California's
+Where I'm at - right?
+Passed by while these niggas wonder
+Why
+I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see
+Who's next to try
+Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
+For all my homies in the pen
+Many peers dead
+Niggas still ballin
+[Snoop Dogg]
+Top Dogg, bite em all
+Nigga burn the shit up
+D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
+C-P-T, L-B-C
+Yeah we hooking back up
+And when they bang this in the club
+Baby you got to get up
+Thug niggas drug dealers
+Yeah they giving it up
+Lowlife, yo life
+Boy we living it up
+Taking chances while we dancing
+In the party for sure
+Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she got
+In the back do'
+Bitches looking at me strange
+But you know I don't care
+Step up in this motherfucker
+Just a-swanging my hair
+Bitch quit talking, Crip walk
+Stay down with the set
+Take a bullet with some dick and take
+This dope from this jet
+Out of town, put it down
+For the Father of Rap
+And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut
+Yo' trap
+Come back, get back, that's the part of
+Success
+If you believe in the S you'll be
+Relieving your stressEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If U Leaving, Then Leave...[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, one-two, one-two, testing, I said one-two
+(Bring it back, my shit)
+Yeah, one-two, one-two, testing, I said one-two
+One-two, one-two, y'all niggas know just how I do
+Let's get more paper, more bread
+It's grind time, I ain't fucking 'round, kid
+Got a new case, D's ain't got no proof
+Got a new Coupe, it ain't got no roof
+Test me, see if I won't shoot
+I'll cock that and bang that quick for the loot
+Trey deuce, got it stashed in the boot
+If there's a problem I get to the root
+Go 'head get your ass shot being cute
+You talk too much, boy, I'll put ya on mute
+Beef with me you need more than a vest
+And more than one strap I guess
+You got me all fucked up
+I might just get your whole clique stuck up
+Then come back and sell your shit back
+I'm known for grimy shit like that
+Ask around, niggas know me good
+Southside, nigga, this my hood
+
+[Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+You called and told me
+That you wanted to leave
+(Well, if you're leaving then leave
+On your way out leave my keys)
+But it seems (well, if your leaving then leave)
+That you don't (if you're leaving then leave) want to leave me
+(Well, if your leaving then leave
+Get to walking but leave my V)
+[Verse 2: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+Listen
+We were so happy together
+When we first met (so happy, huh? Yeah)
+But you started acting crazy
+Oh baby, what's happening?
+(What happened, girl? What's happening?
+Come on, come on)
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+'Cause all my love (haha)
+Is what I'm giving (yeah)
+If you want games
+Well I'm not playing (come on, come on)
+Let me know if you want to leave
+Now baby (haha..), please don't call me with your lies
+
+[Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+You called and told me
+That you wanted to leave
+(Well, if you're leaving then leave
+On your way out leave my keys)
+But it seems (well, if your leaving then leave)
+That you don't (if you're leaving then leave) want to leave me
+(Well, if your leaving then leave
+Get to walking and leave my V)
+[Verse 3: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+I'm sorry that you're feeling this way (so sorry, I'm sorry)
+You know I'm not to blame no no, no, no (no no..)
+But that's you keeps on running (come on, come on)
+And playing those simple games
+(We gon' take it up a notch now, OH!)
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+Leaving me
+You know can't let go (ha ha)
+You're mistreating me, no, no, no, no (nana no nana no)
+Let me know, if you want to leave
+Baby, please just stop calling me with your lies
+
+[Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+You called and told me
+That you wanted to leave
+(Well, if you're leaving then leave
+But on your way out leave the keys)
+But it seems (well, if your leaving then leave)
+That you don't (if you're leaving then leave) want to leave me
+(Well, if your leaving then leave
+Get to walking and leave my V)
+
+[Break: 50 Cent]
+Ohh, calm down, baby
+You're overreacting, haha
+Oh, I got y'all back in Bentleys
+[Pre-Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+Leaving me, oh, can't let go
+Mistreating me (can't mistreat me baby), no-no-no-no-no
+(I won't let you)
+Let me know (nah), if you want to leave
+But baby, please just stop calling me with your lies
+
+[Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+You called and told me
+(Quit lying to me
+Tell me who you're trying to be)
+That you wanted to leave
+(You make me feel crazy
+You know you my baby)
+But it seems (you not going nowhere
+Sit your ass down right here)
+That you don't want to leave me
+(Miss 50 come on, bounce with me, come on)
+
+[Bridge: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+You keep on running from me
+(Just makes me feel good, man)
+I don't understand it
+'Cause you love me (yeah), and I love you
+(Yeah, next level shit) so don't leave me
+(Uh uh uh uh, come on)
+
+[Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+You called and told me
+That you wanted to leave (well, if you're leaving then leave)
+And I know you won't leave me, girl
+But it seems
+That you don't want to leave me
+You can't leave me, baby (ha ha)
+You called me and you told me
+That you wanted me to be your man
+You called and told me
+That you wanted to leave (ha ha, you know you need me, girl)
+But it seems
+(I don't know why you're acting the way you're acting)
+That you don't want to leave me
+(Let me hear you say you love me
+Oh, now you don't wanna say it 'cause everybody listening)
+
+[Outro: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)]
+I love you, I love the way you walk
+I love the way you talk, ooh yeah
+(Ahh baby, you full of shit, man) ah ahhh
+(It's cool, it's cool)
+I love the way you move
+Sure love the way you groove (you love me later)
+Ahh baby (you love me long time, haha) ah ahhh, listen
+{Damn!}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dreamin’ Remix[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Niggas crazy (keep on dreamin')
+Think they gon' catch me slippin' (keep on dreamin')
+I'm on point, nigga (I said keep on dreamin')
+24/7, ya heard?
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Every day I dream I see you dreamin'
+I cock my strap, I see you schemin'
+I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin'
+To pop my shit then forever you sleepin'
+When robberies done improperly
+It turns into murder one, one, one
+Move properly or get dropped, see
+Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+No two-face or mean mug, no mask, no gloves
+Get you in my peripheral, I'm tearin' you up
+I'm watchin', you probably think my eyes wide shut
+I'm waitin' for you to cross the line and get fucked
+I lean in a Lotus, take off like a rocket
+Got your bitch outta pocket, my hustle, you can't knock it
+Got paper like Citibank, nigga, you need a loan
+Got a brain, use ya brain, or get ya brains blown
+Watch my watch tick tock and get popped
+See my chain gleam scheme
+And get met with the beam, nah mean?
+I'm not a freshman, I'm a senior, yeah, head of my class
+I'll put a hollow tip head in yo' ass
+You tryna jam me thinkin' I'm candy
+Ain't nothin' sweet, I run the streets with all sorts of heat
+You tryna eat, try elsewhere, my presence is felt here
+You won't need wealth here, your ass'll get melt here
+Nigga, yeah
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Every day I dream I see you dreamin'
+I cock my strap, I see you schemin'
+I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin'
+To pop my shit then forever you sleepin'
+When robberies done improperly
+It turns into murder one, one, one
+Move properly or get dropped, see
+Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done
+
+[Verse 2: Sean Price]
+Ya niggas ain't maintaining, ya niggas is man-tanning
+Black face, smack taste, I'll chew on your man standing
+Fuck who you next to, nigga, I'll wet you
+Splash vest, crash test, guess what this gat do
+I'm getting upset, duke, guess I'm the Madd Rapper
+First born on the horn saying, "yo, dad, slap 'em"
+Fuck all these fuck-niggas, this is big Ruck, nigga
+I'm a boss, you a ten off every buck, nigga
+Ruck is a tough rapper, I got a Dutchmaster
+Three dice in my hand sippin' a nut-cracker
+I got the bank stop, you think broke, bitch, I think not
+Twenty-five thousand dollar carpet like Frank got
+Blot that shit, I'll pop that shit
+That got niggas talkin' about callin' the cops and shit
+You pussy, I'm the opposite, hardcore
+Kevlar vest on my flesh in a large form, P
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Every day I dream I see you dreamin'
+I cock my strap, I see you schemin'
+I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin'
+To pop my shit then forever you sleepin'
+When robberies done improperly
+It turns into murder one, one, one
+Move properly or get dropped, see
+Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Test me, you wan' die? Murder a lung now
+Fresh of the projects, put ten on my neck
+It's off limits, touch it, touch the sky
+Touch it, I'll send you to ya dead homies to say hi
+I break niggas into fractions, I'm down for that action
+Talk that chopper talk 'til I come with the Colt
+Then it's bye-bye, close your eyes, learn to fly
+Why go through it, why try and test I?
+When you know I ain't rap right, I'm strapped right
+2-4-7, 3-6-5, I'm outside, steady mobbin'
+I'm all in, I'm not the one you robbin'
+Have me creepin', crawlin', shell cases fallin'
+Bullet hit your leg, break your limb
+Bullets hit your chest, make you slim
+Bullets flyin', run away from them
+Bullets miss you, hit your closest friend
+You pussy, mane, you should've gave your toast to him
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+Every day I dream I see you dreamin'
+I cock my strap, I see you schemin'
+I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin'
+To pop my shit then forever you sleepin'
+When robberies done improperly
+It turns into murder one, one, one
+Move properly or get dropped, see
+Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done
+
+[Outro: Sean Price]
+Ayo, Fif, I know what these niggas is, man. These niggas ain't tough, my G. Niggas talk 'bout they been in the streets. Yeah, you was in the streets, motherfuckers. You 'se a fuckin' human holst, nigga. You held the whole crew guns, nigga. Fuck outta here, man. You that nigga when I brought that vest I took you on the roof. Put it on your back, see if that shit work, motherfucker. You in the street, nigga. What the fuck was you doin' though? P!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tainted[Hook 2X: 50 Cent - singing]
+She said she love it, she like my muuuu-sic
+She like that I'm thuggin, she loves G-Unit
+
+[50 Cent]
+What? Uh-huh; she feelin the kid
+Baby girl you can push me, pull me, scratch me, screw me
+Holla my name out while we fuckin on top
+You can ride like a rodeo, oh you freaky and I know so
+I'm with it if you like it in your butt
+She's a working girl
+Get on top and let me see you work it girl
+Don't stop - get it, get it
+You can ride 'til you're satisfied
+Thought of your lovin in my brain make me sing in the rain
+(Peep what she said)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[50 Cent]
+She like my music... G-Unit!
+WOO~! Yeah... G-Unit {NON-STOP}
+
+[Tony Yayo]
+Man anything goes when it comes to hoes
+Ma your feet look good, let me suck on them toes
+And if your body smell right, let me lick all them holes
+I bust a nut in your face and wipe my dick on your clothes
+Baby - spark the blunt and light the incense
+Now it's time to freak off with my project princess
+Y'all groupies wanna talk, and send fanmail
+Cause y'all see me in The Source and the XXL (ha ha ha~!)
+[50 Cent - singing]
+Everybody wants to be real
+Still they wanna hide how they feel
+Nigga you're supposed to be real
+When niggas find out that you're tellin
+Nigga you gonna get yo' cap peeled
+Cause they get it, and now you know you gon' it
+Truuuuuuuuuuuue, I know true thugs are hard to find
+Just let me find you, f'real
+I'll put a hole in yo' ass with the blue steel
+Keep yo' punk-ass from tellin - HA HA!
+Oooooh nigga you, tell on me
+And you'll diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee-hiiiiiiiigh
+
+You heard me nigga?
+I said you, tell on me
+And you'll diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee-hiiiiiiigh
+I got somethin for you nigga
+I'll put my hood on it, fo' sho'
+Ha ha, G-G-G-Unit {*echoes*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Make A Movie Out EmCome on man
+I ain't got time for that love shit, get outta here
+
+Niggas know me man, I make a movie out em
+Come on
+I make a movie out 'em
+I come through man, niggas change up man
+I make a movie out 'em
+Talk crazy when I ain't around there
+I make a movie out 'em
+When niggas know
+
+When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em
+I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em
+When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em
+Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em
+When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em
+I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em
+When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em
+Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em
+
+We by the bar with the Cris, gorillas in the mist
+You muthafuckas tryna front, I go bananas with the clips
+Got a hollow tip habit, I'll bulletproof the whips
+My tires run on flats, you know I stay with gats
+I hit the stash, pop out the mac, try and pop out ya back
+More to sweat, i'll pop out ya rat
+Come on man
+I ain't got time for that love shit, get outta here
+Niggas know me man, I make a movie out em
+Come on
+I make a movie out 'em
+I come through man, niggas change up man
+I make a movie out 'em
+Talk crazy when I ain't around there
+I make a movie out 'em
+When niggas know
+
+When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em
+I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em
+When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em
+Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em
+When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em
+I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em
+When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em
+Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em
+
+We by the bar with the Cris, gorillas in the mist
+You muthafuckas tryna front, I go bananas with the clips
+Got a hollow tip habit, I'll bulletproof the whips
+My tires run on flats, you know I stay with gats
+I hit the stash, pop out the mac, try and pop out ya back
+More to sweat, i'll pop out ya rat
+I'm not the maintenance man. I'm the super, bitch
+You give super head, I'll make you super rich
+I mean stupid rich, I know lots of tricks
+Type niggas that don't think and follow they dick
+What more can I say, it's a beautiful day
+Your vest ain't gon' work if you're hit with the K
+Some prayin' to spray, yet not in the way
+You runnin', you pussy, you're scared of me!
+
+When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em
+I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em
+When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em
+Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em
+When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em
+I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em
+When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em
+Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em
+
+[Outro]
+Son
+Look at this nigga, son
+This niggas a fuckin' movie, son
+Fuckin' comedy man
+Hahahaha
+The fuckin' comedian man
+That's why I don't be playin' with these niggas, man
+Man, y'all niggas better get the fuck outta here, man
+Fuck around and kill one of these niggas
+You know what I mean I'm tryna... I'm tryna get my money right
+I'm livin' good, you know what I mean
+Hahahahaha
+They should get mad when I said that to them
+When I say I'm livin' good
+Hahahahaha
+Awww, nigga
+From January to January I do a hundred
+That's a hundred million nigga
+From January to January
+Could you, could you... nigga, could you copy that?
+If I put a hundred mill' in front of you, could you keep count nigga?
+Hahahahaha
+Ahhh haaaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mind’s Playing Tricks[Intro:]
+{*set to the Geto Boys' "Mind Playing Tricks on Me" instrumental*}
+
+[Verse: Tony Yayo]
+Mmm, yeah, uhh
+Mind playing tricks on me man
+
+It's a, regular day and a regular routine
+'Til I hear this tragic news from about two fiends
+Your man 50, just got popped 9 times
+And I heard through the grapevines it's all cause he rhymes
+In front of his grandma, I'm standin on the lawn
+Wearin no Teflon, I wonder if he gone
+I know in my heart I wanna cry
+Havin thoughts in my mind is my man gon' die?
+As I frantically run toward's 50 spot
+I panicky peep like fifty cops
+It was blue & whites, DT's and homicide
+With yellow tape locked off on both sides
+With four-fifth shells on the floor
+And DT's ringin doorbells, goin door to door
+Yo I'm stressed out, smokin bogie after bogie
+Duckin the sarge cause the sarge fuckin know me
+I jumped in Jeep truck and got a mac to spit
+And we did about a buck cause Mary Mack I lit
+At the time, I started thinkin back some shit
+How we used to sling crack and stack our chips
+With Kev, P-Low, Big Jewel the Kid
+And my man 50 used to smack a bitch
+And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4
+And them hoes that we had on the Cash Money tour
+Now I'm at the hospital, stop daydreamin
+All I see is 5-5-1 and there's beefin
+Baby moms is screamin, whole family grievin
+But the word is, that my man's still breathin
+I dropped to my knees and I thanked the Lord
+And got a long shitlist all across the board
+Motherf... {*ends*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Better Come on Your A Game[Hook]
+Nigga try and come play me better come on your A game, ay mayne, ay
+Niggas try to move on me I cock the heat cause a melee, melee, ay
+Witness this shit, niggas get hit, ay
+Run when it spit, don't get hit by the AK
+Take cover quick, niggas on that shit, ay
+Come broad day they'll get at you with the AK
+
+[Verse 1]
+Niggas think they know me, I be on some other shit
+My baby mama don't know me, I be with my other bitch
+I blow a stack, I get it back, you keep in check, I get the gat
+Then you wanna chitter-chat, now what kind of shit is that?
+Strip club, shake it shake it, toss it up, make it rain
+Semi tucked, I let it buck, I shoot the shit up out your gang
+Find out who you're fuckin with cause I ain't for the sucker shit
+Cut you like the cocaine, niggas stay in your lane
+I'm a muh'fuckin heavyweight, you ain't in my weight class
+And me I'm moving heavy weight, get gone with your light ass
+Me I'm so official, pearl-handled nickel
+Plated nine-nine, your life's on the line
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+I don't give a fuck who outside, now listen
+I don't give a fuck who get hit, I ain't missin'
+I come through that muh'fucker waving the chopper
+113th Precinct ain't enough to stop us
+Niggas shot at me before, I got away, popped from a block away
+Sucker niggas be right there on one foot 'til I rock away
+Next day I popped up told niggas it's my turf
+They done seen the gun smoke, they done found my shells burn
+Sabrina baby special, they treat me like a misfit
+I squeeze I risk it, I risk it
+Different class of nigga, my hand around the trigger
+Don't make me do it, I'll do it, you stupid nigga
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Gonna Hit Yo Ass Up(feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)
+
+[50 Cent:] Yeah
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+When I grip the Tec
+Hit the deck
+I'll spray at you're way
+Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my Kay Kay
+Pussy get out of line and your ass can die today
+Look at my soldiers to get 'em is all I got to say
+Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize
+Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head man
+I ain't playin' ain't got no time for them games
+Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin' playin'
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move
+Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol
+Platinum on wrist blue
+Wrist poppin' bling green by the fist full
+I'm smokin' chong good
+Don't ride through the wrong hood
+Unless you got a vest on
+That Teflon
+Like a don should
+I'm rollin' sticky green
+Every nigga with me clean
+Strap got it tucked know what I mean?
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
+Its the general homie thats commanding these advances
+My semi-automatic ravin'
+Stay blazin'
+The Rover be Etchel White
+Shorty leaned over but i'm mad cause she got an over-bite
+I got your baby's mother
+Movin' overloads of Coke
+For Louey Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
+Homie we enrich you're bitch or hood rat
+Thats why my waves spinnin' in that G Unit hat
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
+
+This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
+Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
+Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
+Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Last ChanceThis is it baby
+This is life man
+This is living for real
+(It feel like a dream man)
+Lean back with the AC blowin, cruise
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+
+I'm the last to laugh, the first to blast
+The AR fire so fast ya dead in a flash
+This is, more than rap it's more than a track
+This is Southside branded all across my back
+This is the chrome on the 'Lac, this is paper to stack
+This is shortie from ya dreams with the ass so fat
+This is better than blow, it's better to know
+50's that nigga fa sho, fuck with the blow, Slow down
+This is the last chance to dance, the last chance for romance
+The last, This is the last chance for me to get in your pants
+Last chance for us to slide down
+It's better than Bentleys it's better than Benz'
+It's better than exotic cars when I'm up in it
+It feels like Heaven, it's better I bet
+It feels so good it's wetter than wet
+That project pussy is oh so good
+I better take my ass back to my hood
+There's oh so much I've been missin', listen
+Shortie you know how I do I'm comin thruEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Keep It Movin’I’m in the club tryna get me some hoes
+Or, I’m on the grind tryna get me some dough
+I hustle hard, niggas already know
+I do what I gotta do and proceed to keep it moving
+Holla at me if you’re ready to roll
+I ain't gotta tell you I want you, you already know
+I keep my eye on you, while you out on the floor
+Girl, you turn me on, watching you move to the music
+
+[50 Cent - Verse 1]
+I’mma flash the cash you know I’ma get it
+You wanna give me the ass, you know I’m with it
+The flows so sick the way I spit it
+The say its prolific, lets be specific
+Can I kick it, yes I can
+You rocking with fifty fifty and Timbaland
+We are not the same nigga now understand
+I do what I want boy, you do what you can
+
+Everythings going according to plan, no more
+Con-sign-ment, no more hand to hand
+My new hustle bring millions in
+Damn what a difference between now and then
+Ha ha, you see it, you really believe it
+When I done came up, and I ain't changed up
+I’m in the house with the toaster yo
+Things are going how they supposed to go
+[Hook]
+
+[50 Cent - Verse 2]
+This is what you been missing
+I’m back in position, I listen
+Theres nobody better, you know I go hard for the cheddar
+The drama I bring it, way, way better than I sing it
+Gotta put in work to ring the bells, my name ringing
+It’s murder on the dancefloor when my songs on
+My competition just sit on the type of shit I’m on
+We keep it going, til it, til it, til it break of dawn
+I ain't the one that you should be fronting or faking on
+Stunt if you want, my niggas will have your Jacob on
+I’m so ghetto, they say I’m so gutta
+I don’t dance, I be in the cut like “what up”
+You know my style, know me, everywhere I go
+I ain't gotta say a word man, they already know
+I’m a no-nonsense nigga that flow
+Annoying conversation if it ain't about dough
+But if you tryna get it, I’m with it
+I’m all in? for shoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Window Shopper (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent & Ma$e]
+Ohh!
+This (this)
+The top feel so much better than the bottom (Is)
+So much better (The remix)
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Ma$e]
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad at me, I think I know why (I know why)
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
+
+[Verse 1: Ma$e]
+If a chicken out off pocket, I’ll fix to right her
+Can only be Ma$e in the Russian white fur
+Red monkey, the magic, tuck my ratchet
+And when we do snatch it, we bound to catch it. (c'mon!)
+Plenty of ‘em Detroit girls love my flavor ('vooor…)
+Be more VA, girls they neighbors ('booors…)
+I be out in Jakefield, something to Cater (something to Cater!)
+You wanna come to Bougie, broads, you all need paper
+But, oh, I’m an MC, oh, they how they miss me?
+Skrrt off in Bentley, riims all crispy (you ain’t think about it…)
+But I’ll be a canary, 'cause I really don’t like white
+But if I do, play me wrong, it’ll be all night-night
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad at me, I think I know why
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
+Nigga, you's a window shopper (whoo!)
+In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
+I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
+It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me
+Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
+I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
+So I don't cruise through nobody hood without my gun
+They know the kid ain't gon' fall for all that bullshit
+Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
+It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
+At the dice game, who told you put a G up?
+Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
+But when I come around y'all niggas better act right
+When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump
+Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
+Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
+Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad at me, I think I know why
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
+They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
+Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
+Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
+You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
+After that five hour flight from New York
+I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
+Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
+She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
+Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin' no clothes
+Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
+Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane
+Listen mane, shit changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang
+Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
+Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin' you
+Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad at me, I think I know why
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive (mixtape king!)
+Nigga, you's a window shopper
+Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Everybody put your hands in the air, everybody put your hands in the air
+Everybody say "50 Cent", everybody say "50 Cent"
+Window shopper, window shopper
+You'll scream!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Put That Work In[Intro]
+Yo I'm tired, son
+We gon' do this last one, then I'm out
+
+[Chorus]
+It's a natural progression, first you cut a nigga
+Then you gun-butt a nigga, then you pull the trigger
+Put that work in, put that work in
+Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again
+
+[Verse 1]
+You know my aunt killed my dog and never said sorry
+Niggas broke in my crib and they stole my Atari
+Man, niggas could've asked, I would've let 'em hold a cartridge
+I wasn't fucking with nobody, see how niggas start shit
+Instead selling crack I could've been Tiger Woods
+But they ain't got no fucking golf courses in the hood
+I said I'm selling dope, I don't regret shit
+I'm selling dope, nigga, that good shit
+I was supposed to be an A student, a valedictorian
+Instead I'm in special ED trying to fuck, I'm horny
+They didn't like my style, they said they didn't like my style
+Them same bitches want me now
+In came the cash, out with the cocaine
+Virgin Mary medallion hanging off my rope chain
+Four finger ring, nigga doing his thing
+You get a couple bitches after you get the bling
+[Chorus]
+It's a natural progression, first you cut a nigga
+Then you gun-butt a nigga, then you pull the trigger
+Put that work in, put that work in
+Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again
+
+[The Carpenters sample]
+"Can't read notes but I plaaaaay anything by ear
+I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear."
+
+[Outro]
+What the fuck?
+What the, who the fuck
+Who would put this on the beat, man?
+That's it, man
+This shit is stupid, man
+I'm glad this is the last one because
+Fuck that man, I'm out man
+What time is it?
+It's like fucking 4 o'clock in the morning, son
+Tuu, for a mixtape, I'm going home, man
+Man fuck that, I'm out
+This is, they can, this is good enough
+
+[Vincent Price sample]
+AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
+AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! {*gunshot*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Is What It Is[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
+Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
+Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
+
+[Verse: 50 Cent]
+I sit and twist the lye just to get high
+Niggas is gon' die, why ask why?
+Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz
+I put that on my kid, I don't forget I heard you
+Bullet shell in ya wig, hollow tip from my sig
+Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
+Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live, you live by Nori crib
+You talkin' all that shit, nigga you better move your kids
+Sucka tell Tony, don't you fuck me you little monkey
+Irv, whatchu talkin' jackass, you fuckin' little donkey
+You lied to Suge, then you lied to Prince
+You got 'em thinkin' I won't pop niggas and elephants
+I spoke to Scarface, I spoke to Bun B
+They gave me their blessings, they said: "man get your money, man we ain't call you snitch, man we ain't mad you rich, man keep on makin' hits, and fuck that other shit"
+Could it be that you mad? jealous a nigga holding?
+G-Unit Records, Radio, G-Unit clothing
+G-Unit films, G-Unit books
+G-Unit sneakers, I'm off the hook
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+G-Unit man, G-Unit video games, G-Unit everything man
+When, every magazine stand you walk by you're gonna see me
+Every time you turn on your TV, you're see me
+The award show, you're gonna see me
+You know, I'm gonna pick up everything they give to a new guy:
+Best New Artist, Best New Single, Best New Album, you know
+You know what I mean, and you can just keep on making your little punk music
+La-la-la-la, your McDonald's commericals
+McDonald's apple pie, love the way you make me feel
+Number two, super size, love the way you make me feel
+M.I.K., 50 Cent, Murda Inc Killa
+I heard about your show too, your show ain't nothin' but good karaoke chump
+Yeah man, but if you wanna learn how to do that you should come check me out you know, The Rock the Mic Tour, 50 Cent, Jay Z
+That's what everybody talkin' 'bout in the street, you know what I mean
+Ashanti, what's the matter baby? You lookin' like you strugglin' out there baby
+They ain't feelin' you no more? ha-ha-ha
+They ain't feelin' you no more baby?
+Aye, you should do another condom commercial, I put the condom on-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heartless Monster[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yo!
+Bay Area!
+You are now rockin'
+With Big Von
+And 50 Cent
+
+Yo!
+Southside. Roll something, smoke something nigga yeah
+I fall off then I bounce back
+I'm incredible, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+6-2 to the O, back to the '62 here we go
+It's like every time I get on some niggas try to jam me
+I grind, I go hard for my niggas try to jam me
+I'm strapped now movin' round with the swammy
+Got a baby by your baby mama, nigga we family
+Niggas mad at the kid 'cuz I'm caked up
+Yeah they want that pinky ring, yeah they want that Jacob
+Sleeping Beauty tell me when you gon' wake up
+You'll never have me hog-tied
+You'll never have me jake'd up
+I'm holdin'
+Motherfucker I'm strizzapped
+I'm rollin with the mizzack
+I'll lay your ass flizzat
+You wanna talk? Talk to me
+You wanna be dead?
+It's boom bye-bye to a body boy yeah
+I had a dream I was broke, and woke up rich
+It used to be the other way around, ain't that some shit?
+I had a pistol under my pillow, a pistol next to my kicks
+A pistol on my night stand, a pistol next to my bitch
+I seen bullets on the couch
+I seen bullets by the TV
+Woke up feeling like niggas can't see me
+Ask Em and Dre they'll tell you now I'm on some different shit
+'Cuz i got a different tech, and they got a different clip
+Yeah I got money now, every day a different whip
+Different bracelet, different trip, shut your fucking lips
+Don't be a rat
+There's nothing worse than that
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah
+It's the return of the heartless monster
+I already know what time it is
+And you already know what time it is
+I'll shake the motherfucking town up
+Niggas already said, they said "if 50 can't do numbers, then the numbers can't be done"
+Huh?
+I should give y'all niggas a whole R&B record
+808's and my hearts broken, motherfuckers
+I'm just a different breed of nigga, huh?
+Niggas is faggots man
+I don't like none of these niggas, man
+Come around, niggas got them rainbow colors on
+Y'all niggas confused?
+Niggas from the hood ain't supposed to wear no retro shit
+I'mma tell my little niggas to start kicking your fucking ass
+See you out there with that funny shit on
+'Look him, he's a faggot, kick him, kick his fucking ass'
+[Laughs]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ghetto Like A Motherfucker (Freestyle)[Verse 1]
+Imagine I was broke right now
+Saying damn, where my friends go
+Catburglar style, I'm coming through your window
+Bitch I'm so focused, nigga I'm so focused
+Slim chance I'ma go back to killing roaches
+Be quiet, you can hear the rats in the wall
+Make you want to pump crack til you stack racks
+The dope bring the dough in, shawn sister, she hoeing
+Like Brenda with her baby, she six months, she showing
+For 50 should suck that, for a buck you could fuck that
+And you thinking she nasty, but niggas is nasty
+Dice game shake em up, praying for a six
+The wolves out there hungry, they looking for a lick
+Sun down to sun up, they looking for a come up
+10-30 in progress right in your projects
+They boosting, you like Gucci, they got it
+Spot it, and every other high end product
+I put you on, my man's man, got a credit card scam
+Come through later, I'ma plug you in fam
+Niggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator
+Now I'm pissed cause I'm starting to smell like piss, player
+My little man get bread, I tell you what he doing
+He bag up for days till cocaine in his urine
+His momma got bills he avoiding the eviction
+He play lookout and warn niggas when the dicks coming
+[Hook]
+You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
+Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
+You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
+Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
+You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
+Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
+You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
+Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
+
+[Verse 2]
+Mikey put his foot to a bitch ass on some pimp shit
+10 hoes, 10 g's a night, niggas getting rich
+Any nigga get out of line, I got 'em
+Southside across my back, I'm from the bottom
+All a nigga need is a block and a connect
+And a box of 9mm's to load in the tech
+The beef all gravy, a nigga half crazy
+You pull it, better bang it, 'cause niggas will bring it
+That kush moving faster than crack, nigga it's burning
+Now move a couple pounds of that, now you're earning
+Stack paper on every flip, get the whip
+Then get a new bitch and forget the one you with
+She said she could do bad all by her damn self
+Nigga, let her do bad all by her damn self
+A bitch'll tell when the pigs come
+Won't even try to make bail when the pigs come
+Just let her do her own thing
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Enforcer(Hook)
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?)
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Money like a boss, but I still come off ya
+
+(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
+Ferrari..Lambo, I race it
+Bugatti, I chase it
+I be stuntin', niggas don't say shit
+Murder..it's what I get away with
+There'll never be another me, face it
+I pick up big bread, it's okay bitch
+Shawty got ass you can play with
+She ain't rich like a blonde, just stay with
+
+(Pre-Hook)
+So brave, your graves ready..
+Tre-8, duct tape, ready..
+Your times up already..
+Black mag, body bag, ready..ready, ready
+
+(Hook)
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?)
+(Verse 2)
+Crazy..sip, psychotic
+Rich..still pushing narcotics
+Shit you wanna do, I've done it
+Life's going the way I want it
+X pills, pounds up chronic
+Drama..tell me who want it
+I've done it
+They talk about it, they fronting
+
+(Pre-Hook)
+So brave, your graves ready..
+Tre-8, duct tape, ready..
+Your times up already..
+Black mag, body bag, ready..ready, ready
+
+(Extended Hook)
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?)
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Money like a boss, but I still come off ya
+This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3)
+This is the Enforcer in action
+This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3)
+This is how it feels when I'm blasting
+(Bridge)
+Everything I do something you want to
+But you don't do things that I do
+Cause you ain't got the heart to do it
+You ain't got the heart to do it
+You ain't got the heart to do it
+You ain't got the heart to do it
+
+(Hook)
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?)
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
+Money like a boss, but I still come off ya
+This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3)
+This is the Enforcer in action
+This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3)
+This is how it feels when I'm blasting
+
+(Outro)
+This is how it feels when I'm blasting
+Blasting, blasting, blasting, blasting
+Blasting, blasting, blasting, blasting
+This is how it feels when I'm blastingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Back 4 That[Intro]
+Uh-huh Uh-huh
+5(five)1(one)
+Real shit nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
+The bullshit I'm on right now nigga, I've been on it
+If I don't eat, nobody eat, cold in the street
+No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat
+Y'all know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees
+Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
+Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
+Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
+I take the stand under oath and lie
+Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
+Or watch time go by
+Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab in the pie
+He who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
+[Chorus 2x]
+Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+
+[Verse 2]
+You gettin' money nigga? (YEAH!), you thugged out? (YEAH!)
+50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year (YEAH!)
+You bust your gun nigga? (YEAH!), you on the run nigga? (YEAH!)
+You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga? (YEAH!)
+Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rollie
+After being on the street, less than a week
+Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
+Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
+Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the milly
+A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly
+I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
+My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
+It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
+If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even have to see her
+She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
+It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
+
+[Chorus 2x]
+Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
+[Verse 3]
+Aight, now y'all niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
+Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')
+I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU WAS STUNTIN')
+You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
+Rap niggas stay actin' like they ready to flip
+When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
+Its like tradition, rap niggas die in they whips
+So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
+You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind
+Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99
+You're not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
+Shall I proceed, I'll write it down so you can read
+If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said
+If not you dumb fuck, I just went over your head
+
+[Chorus 2x]
+Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
+Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
+If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
+Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Before I Self Destruct - Thank You’sFirst I want to thank God, Momma Anna, Pops, and my grandparents, Marquise, G Money, Uncle Michael, Uncle Rook and Uncle Horace. My aunts Annie, Laurie and Geraldine. Sylvia, David, Bobby, Meeka, Keisha, Sahar, John
+
+My Shady/Aftermath/Interscope team: Eminem, Tracy McNew, Riggs Morales, Paul Rosenberg/Dr. Dre, Kirdis Postelle/Jimmy Iovine, Steve Berman, Step Johnson, Ravid Yosef, Les Scurry, Susan Hilderly, Todd Douglas, Don Robinson, Faithe, Yvette Gayle, Jennifer Zeller, Mike Cole, Andrew Ibea, Adam Favors, Troy Marshall, Garrett Williams, Garnett March and the urban staff, Nino Cuccinello and the crossover radio staff, Karen Rait and Brenda and the top 40 staff
+
+Randall Emmett and Dom at me Cheetah Vision Films company
+My book partner Robert "The 50th Law" Greene
+
+My G Unit family: Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo. Ky Miller and Sha Money
+My G Unit staff and the entire team at WWW.BOOBOOTV.COM AND WWW.THISIS50.COMEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m So Sorry (Feat. Llody Banks, Young Buck & The Game)[Intro: 50 Cent]
+50 cent, uh
+Llod banks, uh
+Young Buck, uh
+Game Nigga~ G-Unit
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
+Ay yo I switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood
+In the snow after the shots in december
+Niggas is broke that's why they stay ice grillin
+I'm in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
+With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic
+Ass poke out like serena asks banks he seen her
+Plus she hood she ain't hollywood remind me of trina
+D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena
+G stand for gangsta unit stand for you niggas in trouble
+Better lock and load on the double
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I'm so sorry
+Niggas all fucked up they ain't gettin money in the hood
+I'm So Sorry
+I lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if I could
+I'm so sorry
+[50 talking:]
+You know I could but I don't wanna help you out nigga
+I'm so sorry
+
+[Verse 2: The Game]
+I'm in that 6, 7 glass house
+In and out of lanes
+Murder on my mind
+Old english runnin through my veins
+I think about easy and it eases my pain
+I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain
+I came into this world both feet in the dirt
+No purple label no button up shirt
+No harm intended no subliminal disses
+But hard facts seperate the men from the bitches
+I would popped your ass if I thought you was worthy
+Lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey
+Buck pass the dutch I'm blowin that bob marley
+Hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-Unit
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I'm so sorry
+You niggas don't sound that good when you step in the booth
+I'm So sorry
+Nigga that it hurt but god dammit you kno it's da truth
+I'm So Sorry
+You see me do good it's makin your punk ass sick
+I'm so sorry
+That I ain't got room for all you niggas on my dick
+I'm so Sorry
+[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks:]
+Yeah
+A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
+I came up with this on the shitta, nigga
+I handle bars like a bicycle
+Stars make your eyes trickle
+As stiff as an icecycle
+The muffalas the sounds of land that's why I whistle
+Fire your stylists you know dats wrong
+For letting you put that foot locker noback on
+Around here niggas get shot for performin that song
+And hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on
+They try to merk me yo
+That's why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio
+Pop shit I stroke your s***
+And soon as her mouth open up what?
+Same color as coconut
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I'm so Sorry
+You ain't from compton you ain't gotta flow like game
+I'm so sorry
+You ain't lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man
+I'm so sorry
+You ain't young buck you don't let the gun buck son you butt
+I'm so sorry
+You get outta line I'll personally come fuck you up
+[Verse 4: Young Buck]
+We don't chase no hoes
+We dream about it while we make the dough
+Ill have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat
+I still touch the dough
+Niggas my ears to the street
+I got niggas from your own hood workin for me
+You got ya hand out
+Can't even bail your man out
+Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out
+Nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you
+Just do like pac said pour out a little liquor
+Picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya
+You momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements
+You kno who to play with and we ain't the ones
+This G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas
+
+[50 talking:]
+Yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall niggas
+That put out records this year and didn't sell no records I'm so sorry
+Hahaha oh man I don't even know how to explain it pimp you can't get dat money when I'm around haha
+I don't say shit all I did was swith my hustle muh'fuckaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Reddit AMAQ: How much can you bench press?
+
+A: The most was 405 but i started looking like the security lol i had to slim down
+
+Q: What was your favourite TV show as a kid?
+
+A: The benny hill show. he was an idiot. really funny
+And dukes of hazzard cause of the girl with the short shorts
+
+Q: Does everyone sing "go shorty, its your birthday" on your birthday like my friends have done to me every year since you released In Da Club in 2003 :D
+
+A: They do sing it to me. every day is someone's birthday that song won't go away
+Q: Iggy azalea's booty real or no?!!!
+
+A: Next time i see her ima squeeze it and find out for you ok. I will report back to you shortly lol
+
+Q: 2 quarters or 5 dimes?
+
+A: 2 quarters keep it simple
+
+Q: Whats your favourite video game?
+
+A: Blood on the Sand. i dont think it has anything to do with me being in it. also NBA Live 2014
+
+Q: Biggest regret of your career? How long are you planning to make music?
+A: Ill prolly make music longer than im suppose to. like a fighter who doesnt know when to retire lol i just love doing it
+
+Q: Fif what is Power about and why should I watch it?
+
+A: You should watch it because I say watch it. I'll never steer you wrong
+
+Q: Hey man, what made you want to accept Bitcoin payment for your new album?
+
+A: Stay with times. technology is what's changing the business gotta get with it. I take money no matter if its coins or dollars
+
+Q: Hey 50, just a couple questions
+- From the recent G-Unit reunion are there any chances of The Game being involved? Also what was it like to preform with -everyone again?
+- Hows the relationship with Em, any new projects you guys are working on?
+- You've always been very business minded in your career is there any advice you would give someone who wants to start their own brand or company?
+
+A: - not a chance. feels good to be back on stage with them again. couple of them gotta get in shape again they get tired lol
+- I am gonna go to his show see him soon in london
+- because of the internet do it independently. you have access to things we didn't. i had to hustle bootlegers. chief keef is in his grandma living room doing it
+
+Q: I want to get rich but I have reservations about dying, what should I do? Also what's your favorite most expensive food/least expensive food?
+
+A: Focus on gettin rich you gonna die anyway. lets live good. thats what Animal ambition is about, prosperity
+Philippe chow, the shit is expensive for no reason
+
+Q: Yo $0.50 . . . what happened on that pitch?
+A: I have a skeletal muscle injury on my left shoulder from excessive masturbation so take it easy lol
+
+Q: Your album, Get Rich or Die Tryin' was the first cd I can remember buying with my own money. Still is one of my favorite all time CDs. My question is about your tattoo removal. Were there any tattoos you knew you were going to miss? Is tattoo removal really as painful as people say it is? Is it more like a scar now or is it a clean removal? Thanks for doing this AMA
+
+A: Tattoo removal is extremely painful. i do not advise it. its like signing up to be burnt
+Topical cream docs give you dont work lol
+
+Q: Hey Mr. Jackson, what is your favorite sushi roll?
+
+A: California roll. im a fake sushi eater lol its all vegetables. the only thing i would eat raw is a woman lol anything else is a no go
+
+Q: Does it go "my chrome cost more than the crib yo momma raised you in?" or is it "my cross cost more...?"
+
+A: My cross
+
+Q: How exactly do you party on your birthday?
+
+A: I do it BIG! this one will have a fight live on ESPN, have special guest performances, a pool party then another party, then again a party then a firework a BBQ Ima live broadcast all that on my hang with
+
+Q: When u made Get Rich or Die Tryin, did u think at the time it would have the impact that it does today?
+
+A: No i didn't. I was praying for it do to well. It surpassed my expectations. I hope animal ambition does the same
+
+Q: What has been the nicest car you've owned?
+
+A: The 100 EX rolls royce
+Q: Hey Mr. Cent
+I need to know if there is any truth behind Aziz's Grapefruit story. Can you shed some light on that?
+
+A: My grandma used to get me grapefruit juice as a kid. he's a comedian. Ima have his ass whoop if he keeps saying that lol
+
+Q: What's your favorite brand of Root beer?
+
+A: I dont drink root beer unless its the only cold can available. i drink ginger ale
+
+Q: Hey 50, what would you say is your favorite book and why?
+Thanks
+
+A: The 50th law. because you can't be afraid of bein successful you gotta have enough in you to be as successful as you want to be
+
+Q: Yo 50! do you still have the slowbuck chain from SummerJam?
+Also, i think Animal Ambition is your best work since Massacre. really good job with that. thanks for being 50
+
+A: I dont know why people keep talking about this. i was busy performing. it was so many people on stage lol
+
+Q: Thanks for doing this! What's the first thing you bought after you "made it big"?
+
+A: My grandmother a car. it was important to me because she took care of me when i couldn't take care of myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Non Stop (Street King Energy Track #4)Now I don't get along with these niggas anyway man
+I wish a nigga...
+
+[Verse 1:]
+You niggas won't believe I got the shooters to your shot
+You think you're built for bumpin' heads with me well nigga you're not
+This'll be the last time I try to fucking warn you
+Next time your ass out of line, bitch I'm on you
+Nigga that security you got ain't getting paid
+Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade
+You fucking hesitate you gonna need first aid
+My blade'll turn a line man into a feather weight
+Who me? I wanna warn you motherfuckers ain't seen nothing like me
+Still looking for a juxs and my wrist so icy
+I tell the homies these niggas is full, eat 'em
+They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need 'em
+Take it off, tell that sucker "take it off"
+They ain't come up how we came up, man they niggas so soft
+Half man half dog man my niggas sense fear
+Brought 'em here in a Lear to take your Audemere
+
+[Hook:]
+Nigga round the clock non stop
+Niggas is hungry on my block
+I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
+Make one false move and you're blown away
+I make it so hot nigga my Glock
+Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
+I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
+Make one false move and get blown away
+[Verse 2:]
+Don't get coffee with me pussy I told you before
+It's outlaw, lawless I fuck you up regardless
+Niggas say they be work in I wanna see what they saying
+Put that work in without a mans, bring me that nigga, chain him
+ATL BET we can AR in the park
+Make the parking lot sound like an Iraq war
+Feel the mood change when I step through the door
+Go head make me fuck you up that's what we came here for
+Gem star, carve you up nice
+Have so much fun I wanna do it twice
+That's my bitch on the pole
+You tipping she's stripping
+I'm known for tripping
+I just slapped the clip in
+599 Ferrari state dipping
+Cash getting, brick flipping
+Straight clip in, good ghetto living
+Big better vision
+Bigger plans for a bigger bed to get in
+
+[Hook:]
+Nigga round the clock non stop
+Niggas is hungry on my block
+I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
+Make one false move and you're blown away
+I make it so hot nigga my Glock
+Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
+I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
+Make one false move and get blown away
+[Outro:]
+Yeah, ya'll see me laying low, I got so much shit to say
+I'm a play, we gonna spar from now to the fight
+You understand how this goes down right?
+You seen this movie before, this a rerun
+'Fore what we call it? We call it Get Rich Or Die Trying
+Huh, did 12 million that time
+Nah nah nah, we call it the massacre
+We did 10 million that time
+What we gonna call it?
+HuhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Damn[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
+Yeah!
+G-Unit man!
+50 Cent man! What?
+Uh-huh!
+Yeah!
+Yo! {Whooooo! Whoooooo! }
+
+[Verse: 50 Cent]
+When the street lights go on - the wolves come out
+Stick-up kids they know the kid - cause I been with' them out
+Niggas eyeball my shines, I can't stand it
+With my little 5 shot three eighty that keep jamming. [gunshot] {DAMN! }
+Nigga I got a felonies, I ain't no rat
+You play me close fool - and you gonna get clapped. [gunshot]
+I feel chills up my spine when the D's look back
+Cause I'm dirty, got a blunt and half a pack and my Gat! {Whoo Kidd! }
+Frankie ain't pumpin' shit. - Till Lance come back home
+It's 4 niggas in that clique, Lance they backbone
+They pussy but if homes say: "Shoot! " [shot] They start shooting
+But now they at homes wake [gunshot] - and they deep in it recruiting. {DAMN! }
+Pop already had the block, they said: "Fuck him! "
+Put niggas in the huddle - gave 'em simple instructions
+Said - Operation: "Shut-down", the block, 12 o'clock
+Y'all niggas pull to that strip and let off like thirty shots. [automatic gunshots] {Whoooooo! }
+To make it hot! [gunshot] - Niggas shot Charlie in the leg
+But he broke and always beggin' should've shot him in the head. [gunshot] {DAMN! }
+This cat bustin' busta's, he runnin'
+Made it to that building
+Elevator 4th floor
+He pulled knocked on the door. {SHADYVILLE! }
+"Papi let me in, I'm shot!
+Niggas wildin' on the block."
+"Son I'm hit, no bullshit! "
+"Oh, shit nigga what the fuck happened? "
+"Nigga pulled through in the black hooptie and start clappin'! " [gunshot]
+Come in! Come in! [gunshot] - I'm on some hood shit
+Just try not to bleed on my my mamas good shit. - DAMN!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Misdemeanor[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+From NY to Compton real respect real
+One hand on the wheel, one hand on the steel
+Roll that, pass that, cock that, blast that
+Flip that, flash that, I'm always where the cash at
+That's why I'm in a nigga crib screaming where the stash at
+Nigga come up with the chips and get hit
+This is that beretta bounce, that full clip sound
+That six shot revolver dance, now spin around
+Anyday gunplay, friday, monday
+Strawberry sunday 'll light up your Hyundai
+Your hoopty hit up, you ain't dead get up
+Nigga, one to the git-ut, 'll hurt more than your sit ups
+It's nasty it's foul right, this is what my style like
+Bang Bang, G-Unit's the gang, man
+I reload and unload, I explode
+On the track I'm more addicting than crack, better yet to smack
+I'll take you higher and higher 50 is fire, word to Maniyah
+This is just the beginning, I'm not done winning
+Pray the lord keep me from sinning, the shit that I been in
+Got me ready to squeeze and breeze, fuck the d's
+Niggas spit bars, but they not like these
+This is that porsche carrera Ferrari F-50 flow
+The type shit that bring flocks of hoes
+Can you feel it, I make you feel it
+I'll have the hood in a frenzie on some real shit
+You rocking with the don dada, the blood clot charters
+Follow orders, they treat me like I walk on water
+I'm the tapdance king when I come to the bricks
+I get to steppin in the name of love and shit
+Trust me, this is not what they expected
+The kid back around to wreck shit
+Niggas reline em, the wolves 'll find em, the jewels 'll blind em
+The unit be shining like no other motherfucker
+[50 Cent Outro]
+It's dirty
+Ya know we couldn't find an instrumental, so we still had to do
+What we had to do, you know
+It's 50 nigga, ya supposed to like it if i say you supposed to
+Like it
+Yayo, it's filthy round here man, it smells like prostitution
+HAHAHA, I'ts going down man all my block niggas, my far rock niggas
+My Southside niggas, Supton, Linden, Bazeley, 40 projects
+Every projects You know how we do it man
+HAHAHA, there's nobody better, niggas know that
+Come on man, I rap 'til the motherfuckin' beat gone man
+Niggas is smoking if they think they can fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In Da Club ( Türkçe Versiyon)Hadi, hadi, hadi, hadi
+Hadi, hadi, hadi kizim (sevgili)
+Bu senin dogum gunun
+Dogum gununmus gibi parti yapacagiz
+Dogum gununmus gibi Bacardi yudumlayacaz
+Ve bilirsin dogum gunun olup olmamisi sikimizde degil
+
+(koro x2)
+Beni kulupte bulabilirsin, sampanya sisesiyle
+Bak bende ekstazi var, eger hap almak istiyorsan
+Ben sex yapmak istiyorum, cinsel iliskiye girmek degil (oynasmak)
+Bu yuzden gel saril bana eger oksanmak istiyorsan
+
+Ön tarafa park ettigimde, 20 inclik tekerlerin uzerinde Benz gorursun
+20 kisiyle birden gezdigimde bil ki, 20 bicak vardir kulupte
+Zenciler Dre ile sikistigimi duymus, simdi sevgi gostermek istiyorlar bana
+Eminem gibi sattiginda, ve orospular sikismek istiyor
+Ama dostum hic bir sey degismez agir ol, G ler yukari
+Xzbit'i Cutt'da gordum o zenci ot'u sarmisti
+Eger nasil hareket ettigimi izlersen beni bir oyuncu veya pezevenkle karistirabilirsin
+Bir kac mermiyle vuruldum ama topallayarak yurumuyorum
+Mahallede kizlar "50 sen cok ateslisin" diyor
+Beni seviyorlar, beni 'Pac'i sevdikleri gibi sevmelerini istiyorum
+Ama merhaba New York'takiler zenciler sana kacik oldugumu soylerler
+Ve planim rap oyununda söz sahibi olmak
+Odaklanmis hissediyorum adamim, param aklimda
+Anlasmamdan milyon kazandim ve hala it gibi calisiyorum
+Simdi kizim(sevgili) dedi ki sitilimi ve akisimi hissediyormus
+Onun kiz arkadasi biseksuel iliski istiyor ve gitmeye hazirlar
+(koro x2)
+Akisim, şovum bana parayi getirdi
+Bu tüm fantezi seylerimi aldi
+Evim, arabalarim, havuzlarim, mucevherlerim
+Bak zenci yukseldim (zirve) ve degismedim
+
+Ve sen onu sevmelisin, nefret ettiginden cok daha fazla
+Zenci kizdin mi sen? Basardigim icin mutlu olacagini dusunmustum
+Ben bardaki o zenciyim guzel hayata kadeh kaldiran
+Sen zenci ibne beni geri cekmeye mi calisiyosun oyle mi?
+Esrarim kulupte calmaya basladiginda, olayim baslar
+Orospuna goz kirptim, eger gulerse isi bitti
+Eger cati yanarsa, siktir et yansin
+Para hakkinda konusuyosan dostum, beni ilgilendirmez
+Sana Banks'in bana ne dedigini soyleyecegim cunku devam et sitili degistir
+Eger zenciler nefret ediyorlarsa birak etsinler
+Paranin artisini izle
+Ya da bir bardak ickiyle yukari geliriz
+Ne bokumda oldugumuzu biliyorsun
+
+(koro x2)
+(gulme) Sende nerde oldugumuzu bilmiyormus gibi davranmaya calisma
+Her zaman kulupteyiz zenci, parti kopmak uzere
+G*- UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+London Girl Pt. 2[Intro]
+Uhh, yeah
+50, part 2
+
+[Bridge 1]
+She so sophisticated
+I think she underrated
+She happy that I made it
+From the US back to the UK
+
+[Chorus]
+She's-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+She-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+
+[Verse 1]
+She-she's suck me 'til I came then she suck me more
+She sucked me with a condom then she suck me raw
+She a freak, my-my London, girl
+It's not another bitch like her in the whole wide world
+Hey, Tony (what, bruh?) I think I'm in love
+This bitch licked all over my ass-crack (uh!)
+From the window she went to the wall
+From the tip of the dick to the ball
+I mean the freakiest shit, she do it all
+Went from RedTube, Tube8 then YouPorn
+I told her Lil' Kim said it: "Take it in the butt!"
+I'm done, she did it, she's a bad ass, what?
+[Chorus]
+She's-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+She-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+She's-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+She-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+
+[Verse 2]
+I left her on my bed, she was masturbating
+She told me give it to her, quit procrastinating
+She's just like me, this is fascinating
+She's a freak, I'm a freak, isn't this unique?
+We'll be fucking for an hour
+I cuff her to the bed, I'm not a cop
+I'm an outlaw, Billy The Kid
+Roleplay all day
+Staircase, hallway, rooftop
+S-E-X non-stop
+See the scenery, same position
+My ghetto Kama Sutra's ill, now listen
+She flexible, I make her do yoga
+Twice a day I'm bending her over
+[Chorus]
+She's-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+She-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+She's-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+She-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girl
+
+[Bridge 2]
+I just came from the USA
+Now I'm back in the UK
+I just came from the USA
+But now I'm back in the UK (AY!)
+
+[Outro]
+She-she's my London girl
+(I make it look easy, man, damn!)
+She-she's my London girl
+My-my-my London girlEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+See Me BleedingThey wanna see me Bleeding
+When the Times get harder
+I Grind harder From the Bottom soles of my feet
+They wanna see me Bleeding
+My Blood's always thicker than water
+Even tho,the waters run deep
+They wanna see me bleeding
+Through tha Pain,l just grit my teeth
+Through the flames I just take on the heat
+Through my vains runs the heart of the street
+Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
+So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding
+
+How did I get in here, life is a livin hell
+The walls are closing in it feels Like im trapt in prision cell
+They pray for me to fail
+But in my face they wish me well
+But still I persevere
+Deal with hand I was dealt
+They neva gave me nothing every thing I got myself
+So they can't tell me nothing Still they all in my grill
+Try to claim that they real
+Try to tell me they love me
+But noone was ever there
+They wanna see me bleeding
+I never been scared
+There ain't nothing I fear
+Look in my eyes and u can see the soul of a man
+They just dont understand
+I walk with my gun in my hand I bust up in the air
+Give niggas a runnin chance
+A soldier in the trinchez A wreisel in the fire
+See im that young nigga OG's hate to admire
+Its the hate that inspires
+My love for getting rich and im'a die tryin
+They wanna see me Bleeding
+When Times get harder
+I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
+They wanna see me Bleeding
+My Blood's always thicker than water
+Even tho,the waters run deep
+They wanna see me bleeding
+Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth
+Through the flames I just take on the heat
+Through my vains runs the heart of the street
+Ain't nothing changed I’m a stay on my G`s
+So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding
+
+Man im ready to ride
+Why they want me to die
+They wanna live my life
+I can see the hate in they eyes
+Somebody tell me why
+When I look in the sky
+He dont ever look down
+I guess that he dont hear my cries
+Please show me a sign
+That I got enough time
+To get outta the grind
+A gettin in the shine
+I’m tryn to hold it down
+But I ain't worried man,what goes around comes around
+They wanna see me Bleeding
+My backs against the wall
+Niggas is all talk come on talk no bite niggas is all bark
+Im the light in the dark
+I ignite like a spark
+The pimpin in me will never die Preach what mama told ya
+Go an get what u want and remember the south cause u never know where u goin if You dont know where ur from
+So I lifted the trunk and chunked the deuce sideways break them boys off
+They wanna see me Bleeding
+When Times get harder
+I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
+They wanna see me Bleeding
+My Blood's always thicker than water
+Even tho,the waters run deep
+They wanna see me bleeding
+Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth
+Through the flames I just take on the heat
+Through my vains runs the heart of the street
+Ain't nothing changed I’ma stay on my G`s
+So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding
+
+[Outro]
+Nanananananaaaaaaa(Yeahh)
+They wanna see me bleeding
+Nanananananaaaaaaa(uh huh )
+They Wanna see(come on) me bleeding
+Nanananananaaaaaaaa
+Evrything ain't what it seems
+Take a look at wat I see
+One eye on the prize the other on my enemies
+They wanna see me Bleeding
+When Times get harder
+I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
+They wanna see me Bleeding
+My Blood's always thicker than water
+Even tho,the waters run deep
+They wanna see me bleeding
+Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth
+Through the flames I just take on the heat
+Through my vains runs the heart of the street
+Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
+So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleedingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dial 911[Intro: 50 Cent]
+I return, stronger than ever
+
+[Hook]
+I get to creepin' and to crawlin', shell cases get to fallin'
+Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
+Then niggas understand what I'm sayin when I'm sayin I'm all in
+So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Dial 911, tell them I got a gun
+I come through, put that pressure on them
+Wear that Smith & Wesson on them
+Damn it I came I cop, you finna go see a lot
+Six shot body rock and they drop burning hot
+Bleed nigga bleed till you start feeling cold
+You know you niggers really don't serve a purpose
+Less unless you learn to follow all these then become workers
+If you ask me you're just taking up space
+I won't hesitate to smack fire out your face
+
+[Hook]
+I get to creepin' and to crawlin', shell cases get to fallin'
+Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
+Then niggas understand what I'm sayin when I'm sayin I'm all in
+So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Dial 911, tell them I got a gun
+I don't give a fuck, I'm also stuck
+Hide in a burf, 50 put they in work
+I cut clean through your face, see your teeth through your cheek
+Seconds before you start to leak all over the street
+Nigga your people is pussy I mean your homies is stun
+It's a good time to run before I get to my gun
+I hit the ashes that you see them I strip hop and the dash
+Hit the corner out the window, boy I pop at your ass
+
+[Hook]
+I get to creepin' and to crawlin', shell cases get to fallin'
+Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
+Then niggas understand what I'm sayin when I'm sayin I'm all in
+So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call
+
+[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
+Dial 911, tell them I got a gun
+50 till it's nothing left
+I'ma keep going till there's nothing left
+Call this 13 out of 13 motherfuckers, hahaha
+I'm just playing with you niggas man
+When y´ll all hear what I got, oh my god, hahahaha
+I can feel it, the earthquake is coming
+Tsunami, damn
+GGGG-UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Right Thurr[Intro]
+G-G-G-G-Unit
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You like it when she do that right thurr, right thurr
+Man, he a trick, he gon' muthafuckin’ pay her, pay her
+And I got my trey pound seven right herr, right herr
+You can call the cops if you want I don't care, don't care
+It’s G-Unit we don't fuckin' play fair, play fair
+My shit is mine, yo' shit we gotta share, gotta share
+Dogs off the chain my nigga, be aware, be aware
+In New York City I'm the muthafuckin' mayor, I'm the mayor
+I put a hunnid G's on my neck, like don’t stare, don’t stare
+The lights hit the ice, boy your vision might blur, might blur
+Bitch get outta line I smack ya ass right herr, right herr
+Run and tell who ya want I don't muthafuckin’ care, don't care
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+[Bridge: Young Buck]
+Young Buck in this bitch right, right, right, right, right herr
+
+[Verse 2: Young Buck]
+I snuck in the club wit' a Glock, I got some bud in my sock
+Holla fuck the cops, they just mad cause I'm hot
+Thugged out, either get up or get the fuck out
+Come South, let me show you niggas what Buck ’bout
+I ain't scared, you coward bitches better beware
+The Source Awards to the billboards, G-Unit there
+Here I go, whoever want beef let me know
+I ain't one of them artists that's on that P. Diddy show
+I can hit you wit' the scope, or hit you wit' some coke boy
+Make sure you hit me back soon as you want war
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent + LeBron James]
+Ayo, listen up New York City this the kid 50 Cent
+You're now tuned into G-Unit Radio
+It's goin' down ya heard me, G-G-G-G-G-Unit
+Ayo for all you haters out there, won't y'all check out this new Young BuckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Freestyle (Takin’ It To The Streets)[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah word to B.I.G. man, you niggas have some audacity
+Sell four mil' then you're half of me
+Get off my dick on this shit, I know y'all niggas copying my style
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+They stay at home all alone in the zone off of 50 shit
+That gangsta music, that makes 'em wanna grab the chrome
+And just roam on they own
+Then do it how the gangstas do it, aye
+
+[Verse: 50 Cent]
+You niggas want problems you're welcome
+Frank's not around anymore, New York's mine
+Blood set, Crip set, gangsta respect
+I give niggas the green light, ya get ya whole crew wet
+You've been rappin' a long time you ain't got chips yet
+You had that ounce a whole week, nigga you ain't flip bricks
+Before I leave the crib I make for sure I don't forget shit
+Mac, check, clip, check, vest, check, I'm ready to roll
+It's no contest, I'm the coldest from the East
+Niggas mad I'm doin' good so I wake up to new beef
+Niggas sayin': "yeah, I know 50 back when his name was Boo"
+"When he used to pump rock on that roof, before he blew"
+Then when they come through sayin' what's up, I'm like: "who are you?"
+We ain't never made no money together then we ain't cool
+Cocaine, baking soda, pot full of boiling water
+Teach ya how to cook crack, nigga, how ya like that?
+Turn a buck into a stack, man I mean a G stack
+Just took you from three-and-a-half to fourteen, you peep that shit
+Deep shit, keep shit on the low nigga
+We roll shit, smoke shit, pass the dro nigga
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+They stay at home all alone in the zone off of 50 shit
+That gangsta music, aye, that makes 'em wanna grab the chrome and just roam on they own
+Then do it how the gangstas do it, aye
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah man, keep it real gangsta like, you know what I'm sayin'
+November Fourth, G-Unit album in stores
+November Fourth, G-Unit sneakers in stores
+It's goin' down like that you know what I'm sayin'
+Silverback guerillas in the concrete jungle baby
+You gotta love itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Like Me Better RichTheres something about the way I get it
+I do, I get it
+Theres something about the way I did it
+Like there’s nothing to it
+
+[Hook]
+You don’t wanna see a nigga doing bad
+My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
+You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
+You like me better rich
+You like me better rich
+I caught where ya live with the .44 mag
+Shut up your bitch, nigga, show me where the stash
+Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
+You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit
+
+Nigga time, money, money time
+Smoke the barrell of the nine
+See ya see ya blood leak
+Tell ya punk ass weak
+Lay down, stay down
+Go ‘head kiss the ?
+Police box me in, I will kill a hostage
+Bang bang close range, there won't be no get back
+For the last time nigga, tell us where the shit at
+You’re working my nerves and I ain't got patience
+Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it
+[Hook]
+
+This little light of mine, I’m gon let it shine
+Right under the barrell, I’m sure I won't miss
+Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money
+Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
+Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
+Your catching hot, hell so far away
+Cough up the cash before shit get really bad
+You don’t really really wanna see a nigga when he mad
+
+[Hook]
+
+Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
+Some of you niggas ain't even up on this
+Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance
+They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time
+This shit gon bring chills up your spine
+G-g-g-g-g-unitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+MTV Intro[50 Cent]
+G UNIT!
+
+[Broadcaster]
+MTV News
+On MTV2
+
+[DJ Whoo Kid]
+Whoo Kid
+
+[Gideon Yego]
+Hi I'm Gideon Yego with MTV news
+Four weeks strong at number one and The Eminem Show is still outperforming almost every other record released this year
+One shady fellow not included on the DVD but who we're sure to see alot of soon
+Is the newest soldier of Eminem and Dr. Dre's Shady/Aftermath army, 50 Cent
+50 Cent is a highly touted acid tounged Queens, rapper
+A staple on New York City's mixtape circuit
+He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks
+produced by Dr. Dre, Sha Money, and Eminem himself
+Get psyched
+That is the news for now
+
+Ggg-gg-gg-gg-gg-gg UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who Shot Ya?[Intro: 50 Cent]
+Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
+I got it, keep going
+Here we go, Flex
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+If dead men can talk, can you sleep?
+Yo homie told you who got him
+Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga who shot him, or would you start switchin' up?
+You thinkin' 'bout the penitentiary, you bitchin' up
+What if he said money ain't everything? The hood raised us wrong
+All jux'll get your money long, but look here I'm gone
+Would that touch your heart, have you feelin' funny inside?
+Would that be enough to make yo punk ass ride?
+What if he gave you a little list of things to do?
+Said he wouldn't have to die, he could live through you
+Would you, load the gat and get ready to ride?
+Or would you lock the door at yo crib and hide?
+It's a cold world even when it's hot outside
+Whether sun shine or rain, you still feel pain
+Hit him 'cause he gave you strength, now you in a daze
+Yo homie- is in his grave, cause you-
+Y'all know who killed him, filled him with them [?] and the [?] and the Deserts
+Them boys smoked your homie, you ain't gon' do nothin' back?
+Not even if he told you "You next and get clapped"?
+Don't take much for them shells to make a mess of you
+Yo peoples gon' prolly cremate and burn the rest of you
+Yeah, get 'em!
+[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
+Ayo, ayo, it's T-O-N-Y Y-A-Y-O
+The light on the .44'll light up yo [?]
+Bag gettin' chopped at the [?] and the blender
+So the coupe got TV, and the trail spinners
+I'ma hustle like Larry Flint, fly pimp in bulletproof [?] with [?]
+I catch stunts like Evel Knievel
+I got that diesel and that X, and I'm not Vin Diesel
+Yo, I know you love the choppy flow, the rocks that glow
+I'll have your man laid out in a hospital
+He wasn't thinking with his mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo!
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent]
+Woah, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
+G-Unit, ha ha
+You want beef with me?
+Take a number and get in line
+You want pairs with me?
+I pop ya top off with the nine
+You mad at me?
+Shit, 'cause you can't shine
+You ain't gettin' yours?
+That's fucked up 'cause I'm gettin' mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get On The Floor[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+If I ever go broke, I'ma kick in your door, waving the four
+Screaming "Get the fuck on the floor, and gimme the raw!"
+Listen, killing rap niggas wasn't part of the plan
+It's the way these niggas talk man, they forcing my hand
+I'm the same over beats, as I am on the streets
+If I have to, I'll kill a motherfucker to eat
+I got gats, clips, chips, whips
+Bricks to flip, and a flow that's sick
+My rhyming time is precise like I'm doing the heist, I'm nice
+Get out of line and you'll get sacrificed like Christ
+Look at these fake playa niggas fronting like they macking
+Drop the "m" off of macking, then you have it they acting
+In Queens we got lil' niggas running around packing
+Not little guns, this shit is bigger than Pun
+Let me find out you thinking about thumping with me
+The pussy club on your nine won't rump with me
+
+[Verse 2: Nature]
+Now that Martin Luther King know his time was short, being pro-black
+Turn the other cheek, nigga hold that
+It's gain my niggas respect, it's V-I-O-
+L-E-N-C-E is what I be when I see my foes
+It's automatic, anytime, anywhere, grizzly bears
+Shots going off, kids get scared
+I go from Queensbridge to park slow. Across the world
+Leaving trails of hoes that got they heart broke
+I puff the dark smoke, usually, mix it with greens, look what it do to me:
+Have me fucked up before puberty
+If I had one wish and the shit'll come true
+A nigga live to be a hundred and two
+All I need is a two-pay, call it a new day
+Immigrant prostitutes like "papa how much you pay?"
+Got to lose weight, niggas say I'm way too big
+Bad habits, call a shop, and stay way too jigg, motherfuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sandbox Interlude[50 Talkin`]
+Listen man
+Everybody know me know
+I don?t forget nuthin`
+If you kicked sand on me in the sandbox when we was kids
+Imma catch you and kick your fuckin` ass for that now
+HaHa! !EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Leaving InterscopeAfter battling with his major label for years, 50 Cent has decided to become an independent artist.
+
+The rapper announced Thursday that he's leaving his longtime record label, Universal Music Group's Interscope Records, and Eminem's imprint, Shady/Aftermath.
+
+The Grammy winner and his G-Unit Records have signed a distribution agreement with Caroline, the independent label at Capital Music Group. Capitol is one of the many labels that are part of Universal Music Group.
+
+50 Cent launched an ultra-successful, six-times platinum debut with "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" in 2003, when he burst on the music scene with Eminem as his mentor. His sophomore album, 2005's "The Massacre" was almost as successful, but other albums didn't match his previous efforts and he expressed his unhappiness with his label. 50 Cent had been planning to release a fifth album on the label, but it was set with multiple release dates and singles, and eventfully didn't see a release.
+
+His last album was 2009's "Before I Self Destruct," which also had several release dates.
+
+"I have had great success to date with Shady/Aftermath/Interscope and I'd like to thank Eminem and Dr. Dre for giving me an incredible opportunity," 50 Cent said in a statement. "I've learned so much from them through the years. I am excited to enter this new era where I can carry out my creative vision."
+
+50 Cent had a plethora of hits early in his career that dominated the pop, rap and R&B charts, from "P.I.M.P." to "Candy Shop" to the anthemic "In da Club," which introduced the young rapper aside Dr. Dre and Eminem.
+
+"Both myself and Shady Records are grateful to have had the chance to play a part in 50's career," Eminem said in a statement. "Shady simply would not be what it is without 50 Cent. I've developed a great friendship with 50 over the years, and that's not going to change. We know 50 will have success in his new situation, and we remain supporters of both him and G-Unit."
+
+The rapper, born Curtis Jackson, has also been a success outside of music, from film roles to fashion to books.
+
+50 Cent's new album, "Animal Ambition," will be released June 3. Caroline has recently distributed albums by Korn and rapper E-40.
+
+(Report by ABC News)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stop Crying (’06)[intro]
+What the fuck is the matter with this nigga man? Man I don't know what's wrong with that nigga man. Fuck is you crying for man? What is the matter? Fuck that nigga [?]. Well this is Southside man. It ain't gonna change. Naaaaaw. You know its gonna get worse before it gets better. Trust me
+
+[Verse 1]
+It's not me and my bitch, it's me and my six
+Me and my P90, and two of them clips
+Holla at me, my niggas put it in for the chips
+They'll kill for the bricks, turn em in to the whips
+With the shiny shoes, you know how they do
+It's not just a job, it's a hobby too
+I'm bred for this, I was born into it
+Before I could walk the talk a nigga momma would do it
+Stash dope in the diaper, ratchet in my stroller
+I was born a gangsta nigga, now remember I told ya
+So when I'm back packing my ratchet, im back on the strip
+I'm back flippin, trippin and smacking a bitch
+Don't be suprised or mesmerized how I'm on it
+Nigga front and you can get it, now how you want it?
+With the razor, with the knife, with the pistol, with the ice
+Pick is so big, it should depart you tricks
+Shit
+
+[Outro]
+Shit crazy out here man. It's hot man, niggas ain't getting no fucking money. I can tell when they looking at me they like "Yo Fifty man, help me man". They crying for help baby. I come through, they like "Whaddup". You know what I mean? They see me baby, I'm with the top down, I got the AC blowing. I'm like "Yo, whatup nigga, nah hell no I ain't stopping. Ah-ha-ha. What you want to talk to me about nigga? No I ain't got no help for you, I'll let you hold something. Nigga, I'll let you hold a hollow tip nigga. I'm not letting you hold nothing else nigga, cause I can't remember these niggas letting me hold nothing." If something wrong with that niggas ain't never letting me borrow nothing! I'm staying out there, fucked up, now they expect me to do something for them. Man fuck that man!
+50 CentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Unbelievable Freestyle (The Illest)[Intro: 50 Cent + The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
+50 Cent (Biggie Smalls) is the illest
+For sure, for sure, haha
+50 Cent (Biggie Smalls) is the illest
+50 Cent-50-50-50 Cent, 50-50-50-50 Cent is the illest
+50-50-50 Cent is the illest
+
+[Verse: 50 Cent]
+Live from Southside, son's the livest one
+Representin’ NY to the fullest, gats I pull it
+You bastards duckin' cause 50 buckin'
+In my bathroom fuckin’, it ain't nothin'
+These hoes got a thing for the kid
+I hit it once then roll a blunt, a bitch'll give me keys to the crib
+So you know it's like...where I lay my hat is my home
+Break time man the bitch is on her own
+Got all types of bills of my own
+If you lookin' for a nigga to pay your bills ya dead wrong
+I ain't no trick bitch, I'm a ma-fuckin’ pimp
+No Cadillac, no jheri curl, no cane, and no limp
+2003, no P.I.M.P., G-Unit sneakers matchin’ the throwback, bitch ya know that
+Be a witness to this, tell everyone you seen this
+Every freestyle's a commercial, I’m a marketing genius
+
+[Outro: 50 Cent + Unbelievable Sample]
+It's unbelievable
+50-50 Cent is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+50-50 Cent is the illest
+I wanna give a shoutout to [?]
+Aye, you know Whoo Kid supposed to be the number one DJ this year
+Just wanna put that bug in your ear man, so you know
+Selling those tapes, that don't count?
+50-50 Cent is the illestEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+HolyRepre$ent[Вступление: HolyGolik]
+Микстейп Про Evolution, homie
+Микстейп вышел
+
+[Припев: HolyGolik]
+Микстейп Про Evolution, homie
+Ты его послушал, homie
+Если не послушал
+Holy crap, вылазь на (?) полный
+Я сменил много команд, но я всегда был в лучшей форме
+Прущий dope, попробуй и забудь, но потом тут же вспомни
+(ту-ту-ту)
+
+[Куплет: HolyGolik]
+Мы отдыхаем на елецкой дискотеке
+Но мы хаслим эти деньги, ты стреляешь эти деньги
+Тебе видимо пора искать лекарства и аптеки
+Твоя hoe вчера болела за Мовца в Ионотеке
+Вы как звери, грайм-собаки, тигры, перья, псы в вольере
+Кошки-мышки, Том и Джерри, holy-frolly, Джим и Керри
+Мой отряд несёт мне henny, твой отряд несёт потери. Я перемешал всё
+Не оставил тебе шансов
+Эй, kill-kill-kill
+Мутим double triple kill
+Мой kill streak настолько длинный, homie, я его забыл
+Спрятал файлы
+Эти треки как крестражи чтоб потом найти себя
+Не пришёл на день рожденья он бымного потерял
+Респектую старой школе дико долго на повторе
+Теперь их караоке - выступать в караоке
+[Припев: HolyGolik]
+Микстейп Про Evolution, homie
+Ты его послушал, homie
+Если не послушал, homie
+Holy crap, вылазь на (?) полный
+Я сменил много команд, но я всегда был в лучшей форме
+Попробуй и забудь, но лучше вспомни
+(ту-ту-ту)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Legends Don’t Die[Intro: 50 Cent]
+G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Legends don't die, nigga
+Legends don't ride
+Legends don't cry, nigga
+Legends don't ride
+
+[Verse: T-Pain]
+I ain't gon' accept the fact all of my niggas dyin'
+How am I gon' accept the fact none of my niggas ridin'
+How can I expect the fact all of my niggas dryin'
+I still ain't respect the fact all of my niggas dyin'
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+Legends don't die, nigga
+Legends don't ride
+Legends don't cry, nigga
+Legends don't rideEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+This Is Murder, Not Music (Official Remix)[Verse 1: 50 cent]
+I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in a holding pen
+Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
+First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit
+They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
+He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
+You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fuckin' loser
+I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
+He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
+I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date
+I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
+Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
+Gemstars open niggas up like barettas
+I'm tryna' be easy
+But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
+You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
+A buck fifty, keep the change you can wear that
+
+
+[Hook x2]
+This is murder this is not music
+I had your style 10 years ago
+I just didn't use it
+You niggas forgot how I do it
+Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
+[Verse 2: Young Buck]
+Same night from the Vibe awards
+Still with me looking for some new spinal cords
+Fuck your life and see the mind of yours
+Concrete floors, I still feel like I'm behind them doors
+I want war
+I'm Read up for Teed up
+I'm getting fast money but I need to speed up
+These Niggas kicking their feet up, just smoking their weed up
+Well Ima creep up with my heat up and make em freeze up
+Hold up Buck, ease up
+Put some bodies in a box from Maserati fox
+New York when I get there I need to hear a lot of shots
+A couple chickens on a video vixen,send her on a mission and one cent better not be missing
+I don't listen, I'm hard headed
+Just one but you all get it my niggers all breaded its crum' just to beat the case
+I see death when I see your face
+And even at this pace ima still lead the race
+This Buck
+
+[Hook x2]
+This is murder this is not music
+I had the style 10 years ago
+I just didn't use it
+You niggas forgot how I do it
+Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
+[Verse 3: YobyDren]
+This is Music, This is not Murder
+Im Cookin' crack up on the track just so i can serve yah
+Im YobyDren from DeadSea the Cliq you Probably heard of
+Put any beat in front of me and i'll Murder
+With my Microphone as my Desert Eagle
+This shit should Just be Illegal
+Haters talk..Can't hear Em' Voice is Smaller than ah Beetle
+Layin' bars Sharper than some Hollow Tips
+My words My Ammo excuse me while i load this Clip
+When my lyrics hit your heart it tears your mind apart
+This ain't Bullshit Rap homie im speakin Art
+This music shit im very passionate, this shit is not an accident
+Im drawn to this Hip-Hop Game just like ah Magnet
+You gotta have ah Open Mind so yall can feel my rhymes
+You don't have ah Open Mind then im just waistin My Time
+This Is Hip-Hop Dpn't You Disrespect It
+Or We'll Leave your life lookin like the inside of An Unbought Casket Bitch
+
+[Hook x2]
+This is murder this is not music
+I had the style 10 years ago
+I just didn't use it
+You niggas forgot how I do it
+Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
+[Outro]
+Yeah, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
+I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
+I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
+You already know what it is with me motherfucker
+This shit, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
+Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
+I'm gettin'... I got 100 d-dollar bills, for real nigga
+All I'mma do is this man
+You hear that sound in the background?
+I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
+I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
+When I count more than your momma house
+I'mma take a break. Go get a new stack
+Hand me that money over there
+What we gon' do? All year long
+It's back to 50, you already know
+Get the money, and shut the fuck up
+Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin'
+Right after you get in the way
+We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
+We went through that whole
+"Kumbaya my lord - let's be friends by the fire"
+It's over nigga
+Back to the script, you know how this shit go
+How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
+I got a alligator on nigga!
+You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
+When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
+Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting
+And your hashtags and...
+You know what the fuck you do nigga
+Let me do what I doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heat Türkçe Çeviri[Nakarat]
+Eğer ortada bir hasımlık varsa silahı çek ve şarjörü boşalt
+Dram gerçekten benim için hiçbir anlam ifade etmiyor
+Sürüşe geçer ve beynini uçururum
+Zenciler silahlarını çekip üzerine çullandıklarında, silahını çekmek için vakit yok
+Bunu durdurabilmenin bir yolu yok
+Ne yapmam gerekirse onu yaparım, eğer yakalanırsam bu umrumda olmaz
+DA bu amına koyduğum kaydını mahkemede çalabilir
+Öldürürüm seni
+Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok
+Savunmasızken yakalar öldürürüm seni
+Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok
+
+[1. Verse]
+Siktiğim kafatasın patlatılana kadar şeker olduğumu düşünmeye devam et
+Ve beynin yerinden fırlar *kutudaki Jack gibi
+Mahallede yaz vakti öldürme sezonudur (mevsimi)
+Bu sürtüğün ateşli olması (kanının kaynaması) yeterince iyi bir sebep
+Kanamaya başladıklarında gangsterlerin dindarlaştığını gördüm
+''Tanrım, İsa yardım et bana.'' diyorlar çünkü kan götlerinden sızıyor
+Camlar açılıp A.K47 dışarı çıktığında
+Mermin tükenene dek silahına sarılabilirsin
+Ve desteğine (götünü kollayacak kimselere) koşabilirsin
+Fakat bu makineli tüfek mermileri desteğini paramparça edecek
+Tanrı senin tarafında he? Benim için hava hoş
+Çünkü bu şarjörleri tekrardan doldurup hemen döneceğiz
+Bu gerçek, dostum(!), bana karşıysan boku yedin demektir
+Silahı bir hışımla çekerim, eğer kaçınabilirsen bil ki *Bayan Şans'tan daha şanslısın
+Bak zenci, güvende olduğunu düşünme mahalleden taşındın diye
+Çünkü annen hala buralarda ve bu hiç iyi değil ahbap
+Akıllı olsaydın sözde(!) *taşaklı olduğuna beni ikna edebilirdin
+Seni aramaktan yorulduğumdan
+Annenin evini tarayıp beni aramana izin vereceğim (sağlayacağım)
+[Nakarat]
+Eğer ortada bir hasımlık varsa silahı çek ve şarjörü boşalt
+Dram gerçekten benim için hiçbir anlam ifade etmiyor
+Sürüşe geçer ve beynini uçururum
+Zenciler silahlarını çekip üzerine çullandıklarında, silahını çekmek için vakit yok
+Bunu durdurabilmenin bir yolu yok
+Ne yapmam gerekirse onu yaparım, eğer yakalanırsam bu umrumda olmaz
+DA bu amına koyduğum kaydını mahkemede çalabilir
+Öldürürüm seni
+Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok
+Savunmasızken yakalar öldürürüm seni
+Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok
+
+[2. Verse]
+Kalbim senin için kanıyor zenci, sana ulaşmak için bekleyemem
+Gözlerindeki o ışıltının ardında içindeki sürtüğü görebiliyorum
+Sokak ağzını bilirsin zenci
+Bu yüzden ne beyaz bayraklar ne de barış müzakereleri olacak
+Sırtımı rüzgara verdim
+Güneş yanıp sönene dek *bu yoldayım
+Eğer ölürsem bugün,  *iyi bir hayat sürdüm (gözüm açık gitmem)
+İçinde bulunduğum çatışmaları gör, kendi başımayım
+Mahsur kaldım kendi başıma tüm bu uğraşlar içinde
+Kendimi bir milyoner yaptım, kendi başıma
+Şimdi olay değişti amına koyduğum, biraz yardım kiralayabilirim (parayla destek)
+Mahalleye koyduğun 50 bin dolarla ilgili duyumlar aldım
+Fakat tetikçin vurulmak konusunda endişeli ve bu onun için hiç iyi olmaz
+Acının tanımı yaparım bir tabanca ile
+Eğer hayatta kalsan dahi yine de kemiklerin yağmur yağdığında sızlıyor olacak
+Oh yoksa savaşgemisi oynamakta üstüne yok mu? Peki ama bu aynı şey değil
+Küçük dostum(!) bu tamamiyle farklı çeşit bir savaş oyunu
+Eziklerin ya kelepçe ve amına koyduğum zincirleriyle (hapsolmak)
+Ya da caddelerde beyinleri akar vaziyette yatarak yolun sonuna geldiklerini görüyorum
+[Nakarat]
+Eğer ortada bir hasımlık varsa silahı çek ve şarjörü boşalt
+Dram gerçekten benim için hiçbir anlam ifade etmiyor
+Sürüşe geçer ve beynini uçururum
+Zenciler silahlarını çekip üzerine çullandıklarında, silahını çekmek için vakit yok
+Bunu durdurabilmenin bir yolu yok
+Ne yapmam gerekirse onu yaparım, eğer yakalanırsam bu umrumda olmaz
+DA bu amına koyduğum kaydını mahkemede çalabilir
+Öldürürüm seni
+Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok
+Savunmasızken yakalar öldürürüm seni
+Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok
+
+[Köprü (Geçiş)]
+Yumruk kavgasından sonra kurşunlar konuşur dostum(!) ve beni en iyi şekilde göreceksin (en iyi şekilde)
+Eğer vurulmak istemiyorsan sana tavsiyem sabrımı sınama (sınama)
+Yaptığım her yanlışla (her hatamla) Tanrı beni kutsamaya devam ediyor (beni kutsamaya)
+Rap yapmaktan (oyuna dahil olmaktan) çekiniyorsun çünkü tarif Dr. Dre'de (tarif, tarif)
+
+[Bitiş]
+Evet, ha ha, hey Dre
+Bu amına koyduğum şeyinde bana gerçek bir kurşun geçirmez olduğumu hissettiriyorsun
+Çünkü amına koyuduğum Mercedesimdeki camlar kurşun geçirmez zenci
+Çünkü amına koyduğum yeleğim kurşun geçirmez zenci
+Çünkü amına koyduğum şapkam kurşun geçirmez zenci
+Doc vurulursam sarsıntı geçirebiliceğimi söyledi
+Fakat kafada bir delik açılmasından daha iyidir değil mi zenci?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Glow[Verse 1]
+Some friends turn foes over money and hoes
+When they family ain't tight, and they money ain't right
+When you party with me, you party all night
+Cause I ain't with doing nothing if we ain't doing it right
+Playa haters, when they getting face-to-face altercations
+They be getting played like Sony PlayStation
+When the feds having fun, cockblockers try to stop me
+And thirsty cats be in the background trying to clap me
+I see them when they start scheming
+I know what they thinking of
+Mad at us for being players
+And they can't get no love (I see you, playa)
+What it boil down to, cause my flow's hot
+Your flow... hmmm, your flow's not
+You're so-so going against 50 Cent, that's a no-no
+Y'all know better than that
+
+[Hook]
+Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same
+It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game
+Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of
+We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug
+
+[Verse 2]
+First it was me and my pistol, but since the last mistrial
+Spin up a Cristal, I'm living it up
+My lawyer, K.O.'d the case, checked the lawbook for my name
+I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like I'm a Mason
+Money is power, envy is cash, breed evil
+I could be robbed with the jewels I drop
+Came into the store a year ago, I decided to stack chips on the whip
+Push the hoot, now I be sitting on Beach Huevo
+Contemplating coping the Coupe... Hmm, should I?
+Ghetto as I wanna be, I say "What up dude?"
+When I breach you serve you bricks, through time to beat you
+Send you back if you headed to your people
+Threw out my chest when I make power moves like I'm right on the L
+[Hook]
+Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same
+It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game
+Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of
+We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug
+
+[Verse 3]
+You wanna party with me, come on, party with me
+Oh, you don't wanna party with me, it's aight with me
+Shorty, what's your favorite champagne, Cristal, Moet or Dom P?
+Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it ain't on me
+I'm caught up, in my ghetto way of thinking
+From the ice, to the minks, to the champagne we drinking
+Big boys is playing Benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch Lorenzos
+Follow me, round and round, the club
+3 and a quarter drop-tops with hard tops
+20 whips for chip; that's it
+Average joes who flip bricks
+My team flash keys like they grow on trees
+When it's hot, park the whips and ride bikes
+If you woolying through traffic on the turn-bikes, aight
+
+[Hook]
+Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same
+It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game
+Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of
+We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thugEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bump Bump Bump (Remix)[Intro]
+[50 Cent:]
+GGGG-G-UNIT!
+
+[P. Diddy]
+We goin' do this over as we proceed to give you what you need
+We sending this out to all the ladies all over the world
+All the ladies all over the world
+All my sexy mamas come on
+Come on a come on now
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+You know I like it when your body goes
+
+[B2K]
+Bump bump bump
+
+[50 Cent]
+G-UNIT!
+
+[P. Diddy]
+Bad boy, B2K, don't stop ahh
+
+{50 Cent}
+She ain't that chick from the burbs that's a stranger to drama
+She that Uptown Girl with the cock persona
+Went out her way to let her know that I want her
+I told her I - know fo' sho' we belong together
+And I wouldn't break her heart, my intentions are better
+And I, shared the same dreams she had about cheddar
+When the D's came she was down to hold the baretta
+I got a thing for babygirls, me and her against the world
+WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
+[Omarion:]
+I like your little sexy style
+Love it when you getting wild
+Girl in the club with me
+Girl, you need to be in magazines
+Wear a crown on your head cause you're a ghetto queen
+Like bling bling bling
+The way you shaking that sexy (ass)
+Your body shaped like an hour glass
+Baby we need to spend some time
+I wanna get you to myself
+Me and nobody else
+And do the things we do
+Baby there is something that I need from you
+
+[Chorus: B2K + (Omarion)}
+Baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go
+Bump, bump, bump
+(That is all I want to see
+Baby show me, show me)
+Baby turn around
+And let me see that sexy body go
+Bump, bump, bump
+(The way you're throwing that thing at me
+I can't take it, baby)
+[2nd verse, come on]
+[Verse 2: Omarion + (P.Diddy)]
+I love the way you're teasing me
+Gonna have to stop pleasing me
+While we're on this floor
+You're kicking it round and round
+I love the way you put it down
+You're making me scream for more
+Put your 2-way next to mine
+Baby hit me anytime
+You and me behind closed doors
+You're about to be my main squeeze
+Take trips, cop shiny things
+Girl just come with me
+Now, mama, go ahead do the damn thing
+
+[Chorus:]
+Baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go
+Bump, bump, bump
+(That is all I want to see
+Baby show me, show me)
+Baby turn around
+And let me see that sexy body go
+Bump, bump, bump
+(The way you're throwing that thing at me
+I can't take it, baby)
+(50 Cent baby boy baby)
+I can take it
+{Vesre 3: 50 Cent}
+You're sunshine, your smile make my day
+It's simple - your dimple your eyes
+Your lips, your thighs, got me hypnotized
+Communication's 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 want her
+Consistantly missin' her touch when she gone, uhh
+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've been around been up and down my attitude is fuckin ass
+She a rider, I'm in heaven when I'm inside her
+Workin' up a sweat, kissin' on her neck, "12 Play" in the deck
+Fo'play correct, have her drippin' wet
+She looked in my eyes and say she like it but I know she love it
+I just keep doin' what I'm doin' and think nuttin' of it
+
+[Chorus]
+Baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go
+Bump, bump, bump
+(That is all I want to see
+Baby show me, show me)
+Baby turn around
+And let me see that sexy body go
+Bump, bump, bump
+(The way you're throwing that thing at me
+I can't take it, baby)
+50 Cent, G-g-g-g-G-Unit
+Baby turn around
+And let me see that sexy body go
+Bump bump bump (yeah) 50 Cent
+That is all i want to see
+Baby show me (come on)
+Baby turn around
+And let me see that sexy body go
+Bump bump bump
+(The way you're throwing that thing at me
+I can't take it, baby)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Do I Sound Crazy Pt. 1[Interlude:]
+Do I, do I, do I, do I, do I, do I, do I sound crazy?
+She ain't the same girl she was when she was 16
+She want her tummy tuck, she want her breast reduc
+She ain't sexy, but she like to fuck
+She give head now, she coming through my whole block
+She deapthroat [?], she swallo your whole cock
+The bitch is a pro
+Damb I love that hoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Signs To Independent Label Caroline/CapitolFebruary 20, 2014
+50 Cent announced today that he has signed an exclusive worldwide distribution and services agreement with Caroline/Capitol/UMG. The superstar recording artist transitions to independent status after a successful twelve years at Shady/Aftermath/Interscope, during which time he sold more than 30 million albums.   50 Cent's highly successful catalog, including Get Rich or Die Tryin', The Massacre, Curtis and Before I Self Destruct, will continue to be marketed and released by Shady/Aftermath/Interscope
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+The artist's first album under the new agreement will be Animal Ambition, scheduled for release on June 3rd.  Album pre-orders will begin on March 18th and fans will immediately receive two instant gratification tracks and the corresponding videos will premiere online.  An additional song and video will launch each week leading up to the album's release
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+50 Cent commented:
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+I have had great success to date with Shady/Aftermath/Interscope and I'd like to thank Eminem and Dr. Dre for giving me an incredible opportunity. I've learned so much from them through the years. I am excited to enter this new era where I can carry out my creative visionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+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 yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+This Is Murder Not Music Remix[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I'm on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen
+Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
+First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit
+They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
+You told me do it, don't act like you ain't told me do it
+You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser
+I fly the kite, my little man'll cut his sister up
+He loves his bitch, you snatch her he'll start switching up
+I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date
+I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure
+Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
+Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas
+I'm trying to be easy
+But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
+You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared, Jack
+A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that
+
+[Hook]
+This is murder, this is not music
+I had your style 10 years ago, I just didn't use it
+You niggas forgot how I do it
+Well, I do it like there's nothing to it
+
+[Verse 2: Arny]
+I'm tryna come up they want me to lose again
+I ain't confused flashback im on my moves again
+Situations get ugly you can see the real friends
+Stab you in the back whilst you stuck in the pen
+Diabolical i’m satans angel with the weapon
+You want me to be the bad guy i guess i am then
+No point doing good when i got a black heart
+Well i guess i'm gonna use the shells of the mac as darts
+Sincere life is not clear from the start
+Call me the paper boy chasing dreams god plz dont tear em apart
+Have i got there or am i there yet i say that i should believe
+No one loves you they figure out you were there all along when they grief
+I separated as a child called myself an outcast because of my teeth, I knew i was sharp a  different species predator on the gully streets
+Happiness suppose to surround you not when you're walking in my feet, I’m still striving for success i want to achieve until i reach defeat
+Get at me uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Thuggin Til I’m GoneBusiness
+What's up niggas, yeah
+You niggas know I ain't going nowhere
+I am the hood (Is it because I'm black?)
+Only time you niggas gon see me
+Is when I'm gon get my motherfuck money on niga
+But I'll be back, hold up niga
+Young buck let's go
+
+Buck Marley nigga tell me where the weed at
+I pop a nigga tonight then listen for the feedback
+You see who did it but I bet you keep your mouth closed
+I dont know about yall but that's how the dirty south go
+Check your rear view and please lock your front doors
+Niggas like me we be all in your household
+While your out cold niggas in your stashbox
+Tryin' to play that hero role and get that ass popped
+Thе devil made me do it now I'm scrеamin (Oh lord)
+Tryin' to beat this case and it's so hard
+Preparing myself to go against the next man
+Loading up with my right and shooting with my left handEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nobody Eat[Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett]
+Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat
+I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef
+If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat
+Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat
+I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef
+If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+[?]
+My flow will fuck with your mental, my hooka fuck up your dentle
+[?] the shit [?]
+[?] 9 11 wrental to a Linkin contenental
+On the grand central, getting head from this badass oriental
+Never diss a nigga accidental
+Shit if I did it I meant to
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett]
+Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat
+I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef
+If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat
+Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat
+I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef
+If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat
+
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+Right now I'm on top, but if I ever hit rock, [?] still make shit hot
+In your spot, use the Glock, moving the M Move or you get shot, give me everything you got
+"Man, even my gold teath?", nigga, you think not?
+This rap shit I got it locked, paper I need a lot
+Safe to say, in the future, they see me with a yacht
+I don't [?] but I let my bitch front in my drop
+There's a dice game and I'm hurting, I'm taking the pot
+If I get caught without my Glock, I'm going to [?]
+[?] be right back on the block
+Look at Billboard, find my name, find my dot
+[?] cause everything I spit be hot
+Imma keep going and flowing until you niggas scream "stop"
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett]
+Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat
+I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef
+If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat
+Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat
+I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef
+If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat
+
+[Verse 3: Scarlett]
+Scarlett fever, con diva
+Slick bitch quick to leave ya
+Deceive ya and cop weight to indonesia
+[?] but you ain't no threat to a bitch like me
+You could ice me, but step on my toes ever so slightly
+And Imma scorch yo punk ass
+In a 9 [?]
+Young bitch imortal, [?] can't get a morcal
+[?] I'm bout to set sail
+Fuck waiting to exhale, I'm on the block for the next sale
+Why you swaring you rhyme hot? Cause you got it locked like Comstock?
+You bout to get robbed, so put the money back on your block
+Them Glocks they blasting, [?]
+[?], niggas like you gotta get blasted
+Takeover hostile, [?]
+Next time we find your ass, you gon be a fosel
+[?], picture leaving me in the gutter
+It's off with your mom's head [?] cutter
+Your style is butter, yeah but my shit is like no other
+Won't hesitate to cut ya, if you not on my team I don't trust ya
+[Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett]
+Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat
+I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef
+If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat
+Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat
+I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef
+If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Many MenNeed you to pray for me? Which leads you to want me to when I need to know where I'm heading because I know we both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica, Queens to street kids now men just said head in this way. But before going into that, let's start from the beginning
+The weight of the movement is cloud being done
+Are you ready to do this? I'm ready to merge
+This clan. Please give me across the street. Are you ready? I'm ready
+I'm ready
+They'll give me close to see let me go
+Which there for me I'm destined to take my life away. You don't see that a watch this outcome in too many men. Man Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen
+My god we get to read on the dominant and then a big fan. I'm going to grill King and I've been crying when I'm so special happened every time I'm the greatest. Something like the humble. So my gun got a tip and Nick Go ahead. Use your head. turn your back on me. I'm gonna chip on my shoulder Tom buck to clip in your face. Many many many men wish there were still many men. Many many. Wouldn't be special. If it wasn't for writing. Journal wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain. Deaf got to be easy. Because life is hard. It is the physically mentally and emotionally scarred This is for Monday. Doing like behind bars I don't see only God can judge me cuz I see things clear. Quick this practice is I'm like posing Goodfellas like Malcolm by any means with a gun in my palm. Slim sweet side. But you want me to doubt many men? many many many many men wish death
+And mercy only somewhere many many, many many many many men protected me but I still stay with my good My name is niggas keep sexy some bits don't put a hex on me know much. I got a tummy tuck. I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time, but you will get it nigga. You can read between the lines and the Bible says what goes around comes around. I'm gonna shot me three weeks later he got shot down. Now it's clear that I'm here for real reason. Because he got hit like I got hit but he fucking breathe. The sky and mercy only so many men, many, many, many, many men
+He both came up on the gritty streets to make queens to streak is now meant to set head in this wayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Interlude (Smokin’ Day 2)[50 Cent]
+Aye nigga, every time I touchdown in LA I be like: aye what's up with the nigga Snoop?
+You know what I’m sayin' cause I need to smoke some of that good shit nigga
+I don't want none of that aight shit, you know what I’m sayin'
+I'm in California I need some of that bomb shit, you know what I'm sayin'
+I smoke some shit with the nigga one time I'ma tell 'em
+I'ma tell these niggas Snoop, you know what I’m sayin’
+I smoke some shit with the nigga Snoop one time, shit had my muthafuckin'- seeing three
+I seen three Whoo Kids after I finished smokin’ that shit, you know what I'm sayin'
+But I'ma chill off of that shit, I don’t know what the fuck that was That shit, what the fuck was that, crack?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Outro (Smokin’ Day 2)[50 Cent]
+Y-you know what I mean, I'm hot right now, ya heard me
+You know what I mean, taking a bitch to the date on a ATM
+You wonder why my G-Unit piece spin, I get my hoes dizzy with the piece, ya heard me
+They be watchin' the G go around and shit, you know what I'm sayin'
+It's big pimpin' goin' on
+You tell baby I said, he ain't that know how to do this, ya heard me
+I'm a stunna too Baby
+
+Pop-popEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Intro (GUR2)[50 Cent]
+My mom always told me: "whatever you do, you be the best at it" and I just figured out what I wanna be, I wanna be a bad guy (laughs)
+I wanna be the best fucking bad guy you've seen so far, I just want you to know I like it when you say I'm a bad guy (laughs)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shut Your Bloodclot Mouth[Intro]
+“Police say one man with a gun shot five people and sent hundreds running for cover
+Chaos around noon time turned this busy Queens street into a crime scene
+Scattered here on the concrete, five victims shot randomly.”
+
+[Hook]
+(thisis50.com)
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+(Pussy boy, you don't know what you’re talking ‘bout)
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+I’m a Southside nigga, niggas know what I’m about
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+Niggas stunt, I’ll bring them hammers out, we're airing niggas out (shut up)
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+
+[Verse 1]
+Niggas want beef, grab the straps, I hit them hard as a freight train
+Mad dog, great dane, bang with [?] game
+Boy you get the best of me, you better burn the rest of me
+Chеf the nigga specialty, you want to hear thе recipe?
+Cocaine, baking soda, glass pot, boiling water
+Don’t forget the ice, nigga, I’m nice
+Look, I’m no new jack, but I’m so Nino
+Hotter than cappuccino, track by Preemo
+It’s that mop stick, icepick, Attica style
+Put your face in front of the barrel, I’ll splatter it now
+It’s the venom, the momentum, you could feel it in the Viper
+Slither like a snake, I’ll choke a nigga like a lifer
+Shorty suck cock like a pro, you should wife her
+Hoes follow me like I’m the fucking Pied Piper
+[?], I don’t like her, [?], I don’t want her
+[?], I like her, [?] I get to whore her
+Life stroke, death stroke, right stroke, left stroke
+I make sure the condom on before I let go
+[Hook]
+(thisis50.com)
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+(Pussy boy, you don't know what you’re talking ‘bout)
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+I’m a Southside nigga, niggas know what I’m about
+Shot your bloodclot mouth (shut up)
+Niggas stunt, I’ll bring them hammers out, we're airing niggas out
+Shot your bloodclot mouth
+
+[Outro]
+Shut up, I’m trying to talk, motherfuckers
+This that Preemo shit
+This what Preemo was talking about
+You want me back on the street, I’m on the street, baby
+Yeah
+718, we 187 all the time
+Niggas want to bump heads, bang with me, what up
+Whatever
+I’m out, the goons is out
+Niggas front on me, they gon’ think we’re making a movie
+Niggas be like, “oh shit, son, that’s that shit Rambo have”
+You see that motherfucker going off
+Niggas going to see
+Ha ha ha
+Niggas ha
+God
+I can’t wait ‘til these niggas get stupid
+They think it’s WWF until they see that motherfucking hammer fly
+Then they go, “oh shit”
+Hahahahahahahahahahahaha
+Man fuck this shit, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Poetics Podcast Freestyle[Verse: 50 Cent]
+I don't want my face on your Snapchat, I blackjack
+You can fuck around and get clapped at
+No iPhones, no GoPro, no, no, no...
+Footage of the bullshit when I'm on go mode
+My man dope spot got hit
+Right now the strip club still lit
+By next week they gon' feel that shit
+You think I'm old, I think I'm grown and I'm sexy
+That young bitch could get it, and her momma could check me
+Niggas know the drill or get to running when we drilling at 'em
+Air one bitch blow the stock and knock the feeling out 'em
+God, type of nigga I move around here correctly
+Why you think none of your niggas don't try and check me?
+Niggas' pieces is hit, they paying half-price
+So if they eating, I'm eating, nigga I'm that niceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gun Jam[50 Cent:]
+Yeah this is just my intro
+Its serious man this is Sirius Radio right here
+Ggggg Unit Radio
+Shady ha ha ha
+Just givin' 'em a little somethin' somethin'
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+You screamin' ya gun jam
+Nigga your gun ain't jam
+They let off ya bitch ass ran
+You screamin' ya gun jam
+I know your type fam
+You pussy I understand
+You screamin' your gun jam
+You run when the shots fire
+You scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet
+Intensive Care Unit after niggas get sprayed up
+Jamaica Hospital third floor when you layed up
+Make sure your bills get paid up
+So its nine one one
+When you see my gun
+I'm popular nigga the police know me
+Just cause of this rap shit I'm rich now homie
+Man when you not around I got your bitch all on me
+She want to be my wife now
+She like my lifestyle
+My shotty bumpin' its the sweetest taboo
+I play something smooth when I stunt in my coupe
+Ooooooo you know these niggas ain't like me
+Everything I say I got in these raps I got bee
+The cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools
+The nines, the Tecs, the Macs ooooooo
+The burners the gats man if you confused
+I'll send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you
+I rock G Unit hats, hoodies and shoes
+Got "G Unit" tatted on my bitch too
+I drink G Unit water watchin' G Unit porn
+This is Shade 45 nigga G Unit on
+[Mike Epps:]
+Fuck the cos
+Fuck all of 'em makin' money off of niggas
+They just mad Yayo
+Cause they can't make no more money off you
+They was makin' a percentage off your head every day in there
+Now you makin' off of them
+Fuck 'em YayoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Thicker Than Water (Follow Me Gangsta Original)Whoo whoo, it's gangsta
+Whoo whoo, it's gangsta
+Whoo whoo, it's gangsta
+
+[Verse 1]
+
+These rap niggas spend a lot of time writin' punch lines
+I walk in the vocal booth and just speak my mind
+Look in my eyes, you see it, I lay it for the chedda
+Twice I bet my life, I survived I'm betta
+Niggas lookin' all tough in the face
+Your "screw me" don't move me
+I beat you till you're black and blue like my favourite coochie
+Move durin the jucks, you know I'm gon' shoot
+See, you gon' pay me or the hospital duke?
+Don't call me the feature, I don't wanna rap witcha
+I brought my knife in the club, I came to scrap witcha
+Got a hiss when I walk, a bop when I walk
+You now rockin' wit the grimiest nigga in New York
+50, aka Ferrari, F-50, aka 50 Cent, now fuck wit me
+Cut a fiend, suffer for fuckin up my product
+As a young buck I probably got your house party shot up, blaat!
+
+[Chorus x2]
+
+You're thicker than water
+You're thicker than water
+You're thicker than water
+You could be a Blood or a Crip
+Nigga, bitch, follow me
+[Verse 2]
+
+Niggas compare me to the new Lex Coupe, cause I'm ruthless
+My left hook, will land in your smile and leave you toothless
+My rims keep spinnin' when I stop at the light
+I paid twelve just to catch that stunt, nigga, aight
+Watch this, watch niggas hop on my dick
+Run to the rims shop to cop the same shit
+When I rhyme, I'm hungry like I'm fresh outta jail
+In my hood they respect me like Sonny in "Bronx Tale"
+I heard somewhere, niggas rather hear the truth than a lie
+Ok, I sprinkle dust on my weed, wanna get high?
+You know I'm gutter, but for the bitches I try and stay fly
+My team can't work without me, I'm like Allen I, blaat!
+
+[Chorus x2]
+
+You're thicker than water
+You're thicker than water
+You're thicker than water
+You could be a Blood or a Crip
+Nigga, bitch, follow me
+
+[Verse 3]
+
+It seemed to happened so quick, in '96 I went from sittin' in a 6
+To the turtles on the Island beatin' me wit night-sticks
+Since Dee and Waah days I had problems wit authority
+When niggas try to tell me what to do it really bothers me
+Look man, stunt on me and I'ma get mad at ya
+Niggas wit my attitude cause riots in Attica
+Bastard child, pop's slayed, nigga, momma was Santa
+Cut class but I'm a pro at spittin school-yard grammar
+Reminicin' on, when I was broke, yeah I sold soap
+And used my Grandfather's coffee pot to cook coke
+There it is dawg, off the foot, see low
+Brooklyn niggas we know, take money like Dee-Bo
+Little niggas actin big like Pesci in "Casino"
+Come to your projects and take a building like they Nino
+You know, Mothafucka, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
+[Chorus]
+
+You're thicker than water
+You're thicker than water
+You're thicker than water
+You could be a Blood or a Crip
+Nigga, bitch, follow me
+
+Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo
+Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo
+Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo
+Whoo-whoo-whoo-whooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Out of Control (Remix)[Intro: Havoc]
+It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit)
+
+[50 Cent]
+You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thing, you know I do my thing
+I'mma get my drink on and party like it's ok
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Trust me man it's ok, bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house they're like, "Oh no"
+50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sipping on that juice and gin
+You could find me in the background burning that Backwood
+Styling and stunting, doing my two step fronting
+Now I'mma tell you what Em told me, homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music
+Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
+It's always off the chain man when I'm around
+I play the block bumping, it was all for the dough
+I get the club jumping, cause I'm sick with flow
+You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
+I jam packed the show man that's for sure
+I got the info you already know
+Man I get it popping in the club, everybody show me love, let's go
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
+[Verse 2: Havoc]
+You wanna search me for certain but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
+I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twisting
+In the club today for the chick to go both
+Ways, let me see that ID just for proof
+With the drink til the burn is gone
+Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
+Before it pop, make em sign a disclaimer
+Try to get me on some Pac shit these tricks will frame ya
+But, in any event, keep fucking with 50 it makes sense Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holler
+But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalor
+Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar
+Now If I don’t say nothin, let me see you swallow
+In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
+In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starving
+So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
+
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+You already know how it go, I bang, I shine
+I play, I stay I'm going for mine
+I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes
+I'm ghetto than the motherfucking project steps
+I'm cool, I'm calm you looking real stressed
+I'm strapped I'm armed kid, hold your head I'm known for gat popping, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up
+But we ain't come here to start no drama We just looking for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that
+Mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
+I go down low
+I'm lying I'm trying my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P
+The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets
+[Hook: 50 Cent]
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
+You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
+Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
+Bounce with me now homey let's get into itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+No drama, a marijuana, ill nana, anaconda stroke, different positions, you dig? 'Fif gives a "go at it, don't mattah" [?]'s fat but her ass fatter, enough for the fif-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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