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write a song like 50 Cent
I dont know where you from but out here we ride | G-Unit haha
I dont know where you from but out here we ride
So if you scared of conflict, dont come outside
Or learn how to ride, get your hands on a gun
Cause aint no one gonna respect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1
Im hear talkin to the street now
Thats only gonna lead to bullet wounds and beatdowns, retreat clown
You still strugglin down to your last rock
G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchilds the mascot
You thought you wouldnt hear my voice
Im in the hood cause Im hood
You in the hood cause you aint got no choice
Your top seller gettin sticked for his shine
Either Im blind, or Ashantis sideburns is thicker than mine
Im youngest in charge with my dick in a dime
Grippin the nine, sippin that lime
Bacardi in a party, you sorry
Im blowin wet green right out the safari
Thatll put you in a left lean higher than a marley
And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
She look like she took a bag of flour in the face
You want street credibility instead of Ima sting you
Cmon Ja, you put a fuckin crackhead on your single
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
My cousin bringin back them blueberry bags, Ive been waiting all day
On them shelltops that got Jam Master Jay on them
I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole
Tongues longer than the ones on your Filas
Shes buys anything I desire, prolly cause Im on fire
The 2003 McGwire, until I retire
My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
Cross overed to crack, now they cant even jump
I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face
Im in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste
Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates
I got enough sixteens to battle two states
Im in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
Baguettes in the bracelet, expect nothing basic
Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement
Ill have them try to find where the rest of your face is
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
The hoes know Im lazy as hell, thats why I get the bitch to twist
Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts
Yeah, you laughing and dancing til they stick you
And have you holdin your chest like Im singing the National Anthem
Have your worried bout the repercussions after the tantrum
Ill be alone in a mansion, and its snowing in the Hamptons
Regardless of what these fools say, Ima be around longer than Cool J
Armed with a new K
So dumb in a new way, If I dont fuck Monday, Im gone hit it Tuesday
My charm get it usually
You put a lot of years into rap, these lil starvin chumps
Start your career from the back of a milk carton
Your gassed up from whatever he mustve told ya
But everything in Army fatigues aint a soldier
In my upbring we wore the same socks
And buckets in the living room to catch the raindrops
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha
I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga... |
write a song like 50 Cent
You can hum all you want to | You can hum all you want to
Cum all you want to
But I aint gon want you
If nobody wants you
You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
BITCH thats a bullet wound I aint MASE!
50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin tonight
I got some dro, got some henny
We can go and get right
I aint never been arrested for nothing domestic
But I aint gon lie Ill punch a bitch in the eye
Look, dont play games with me baby
The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy
Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP!
I dont wanna make love
I just wanna fuck
Im only in town tonight
If you give me some head
Tony, give you some head
Aight
Cause I aint giving you no head, bitch
Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit
My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though
Nada Mean
Thats why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha
Alright now, Sha lets get to some hard shit!
If I make it to heaven
Ill 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
Thats 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 thats it
Yeah nigga lets just keep it short and sweet
You know! |
write a song like 50 Cent
I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge | I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge
Gave her street smarts, shit you cant get in college
Shes a reflection of me so you know she the shit
If Im a star she a star, if Im rich she rich
Thats my dog
I tell her stay she wanna go, I tell her go she wanna stay
Thats my dog
You know a bitch dont usually mean nothing to me, thats right
But thats my dog I go left, she go right, I go up, she go down
She couldnt listen that, she aint around
So ungrateful screaming I hate you
She must got amnesia, bitch I made you
Now just think, just think that couldve been you
Just think, that shouldve been you
Yeah, with me, I share the world with you
But you aint ride with a rider so I aint fucking with you
Say, say, say girl, come here, no, you, no, her, yeah, you, go
The reason you didnt 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 couldve had this dude and anything you choose
And now girl you lose cause I aint fucking with ya
Shopping sprees, drop top hair blowing in the wind
Living lavish, instead its your girlfriend
But you tripping while we sipping
In the back of the club big tipping
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 Id make it, you aint believe
I guess cause coming up was hard it was easy to leave
Now think about it, maybe Im right, maybe Im wrong
Either way shorty, life goes on
When you around, my smiles a grin, my thoughts are a sin
You ask me can we try again, I aint fucking with you
Its on, the club jumping, Im trying get my liquor and
You wanna suck the dick again, Im staring at your thicker friends
I guess Im 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 couldve been you
Now just think that shouldve been you with me
I share the world with you
But you aint ride with a rider, so I aint fucking with you
Say, say, say girl, come here, no, you, no, her, yeah, you, go
The reason you didnt 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 couldve had this dude and anything you choose
And now girl you lose cause I aint fucking with ya
Shopping sprees, drop top hair blowing in the wind
Living lavish, instead its your girlfriend
And it aint no other way to put it except
I know you understand it girl, its so
But you see us in the back of the club
Popping bottles and it couldve been you, but nope
Said it couldve been - couldve been you, yeah
Said it couldve been - couldve been you |
write a song like 50 Cent
She got a habit man she powder her nose | Yeah! Its 50!
She got a habit man she powder her nose
And you can see she was a freak I suppose
See 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 its on, up and down she like to ride on top
Fast, prayin that the condom pop
Thats foul, but fuck it its all hood to me
Now Hollywoods been real real good to me
Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just aint shit
In the whip she gives CPR to my dick
You losin em baby, get em up quick
This role play Im really gettin into this shit
In the telly on all fours Im 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
Dont listen to the gossip, its 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 cant be your man, Paris head games great
And Eves usin dildos on her sex tape
Ashantis 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 like she showed me it
Times is hard in the yard, baby, this is real shit
My record sales slow, Im a show you my dick
Bridge:
Wait a minute baby hold on, Im just tryin to fix the camera
You know, relax, ha ha h, Im comin, yeah
Its 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 its on |
write a song like 50 Cent
I met her in the club | I met her in the club
Then i said wassup
I took her to the crib
And you know I fucked
And toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Thats why I toot it and boot it
Whoaaa ohhhh x3
First time i met her, i aint know
She was a freak
Now i give her a girlfriend when
She want something to eat
She likes her, i love us
Them both my bitches nigga dont
Touch we got an open relationship
So i fuck with whoever i wanna fuck with
Champagne pop
The party it dont stop
After the after party better ask
Somebody than its back to the crib
This the way i live
She toot it then i boot it
I chew a muthafucker chick, she know how i get down
2Pac i get around
Give me California love right at back of my truck
Haha
She got a booty
Yea, she got a booty booty
She got a booty
Yea she got a booty
I think ill get like ask her for number
Cause she know i got a girlfriend
So i don´t even trust her
Owww stacks on deck you know
I got em gotta, gotta stay protected
Pocket full of condoms
I got a truck to take her back to the house
Then i, then i beat it beat it up
On the couch cause i can make it rain
Baby money ain´t a thing
Don´t bring your boyfriend to
The club if your lame
I think he go make you pay
Im Mr. Young gangsta with a whole bunch
Of swag i see girl in a cloud, with a whole
Bunch of...
...go back to the pad
And Nasty in a back
Than i kicked her laugh hahahahh
My nephew YG said
Uncle Snoop Dogg
I got a pack of broads and im
Trying to hit them all
Kick em out and hit them all
Bounce till you ball, roll with the dog
Blow my house till you fall
Come a who, im a do im who
Girl, im an icon
Hit you in the dark with no light on
With my ice on, put my Nikes on
Now i´m soaring, pouring
Made in America but im so pouring
Lawin, miss me, hug me, dress me, love me, finess me
Its best we keep it on the slide on my CM
Throwing up the EAN
B, C she with me
I toot it and boot it
Im suited then sootit
Properly executed in front of
Beauty, like Kobe you know me
Im gooter than Luda always gonna shot |
write a song like 50 Cent
50 Cent, nigga , Tony Yayo | G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga , Tony Yayo
Whoo Kid
Yeah, and you dont stop
I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin block
Yeah, and it dont quit
Its G-Unit in your motherfuckin ass, bitch
Yeah, and it dont stop
I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin block
Yeah, and it dont quit
Its G-Unit in your motherfuckin ass, bitch
They say good things should happen to those who wait
But Im 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
Im on first class flights with flyin cooks
Cause my verse sound nice when they fly in hooks
Now Im blowing weed, oh, in Beverly Hills
With some bad freak hoes in the Montreal
Next year its the new Hummer, stash box with the llama
I drive through in the blue gator bomber
Heaven or Hellll prevail when Im a goner
Cause I eat up tracks like Hannibal and Dahmer
Im 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 aint 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
Im the only rapper you know that stay on the run
Im the only rapper you know that stay with a gun
Im 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
Im a bail jumper, you know, a fishscale pumper
Fuck Judge Wong, he wont 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 bathrooms so far you gotta piss in a bottle
Theres too many indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the guns if you aint got enough beef?
The shit I spitll cause a all-out riot
And my new four-fifthll cause a hollow tip diet
Im the type to tie up your lady, then gun butt your baby
Im like the mob, nigga, fuck you, pay me
Ima hide my assets and disappear
Make a quick twenty mill and vanish in thin air
Ive finished my work, now its 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
Yeah, and you dont stop
I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin block
Yeah, and it dont quit
Its G-Unit in your motherfuckin ass, bitch
Yeah, and it dont stop
I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin block
Yeah, and it dont quit
Its G-Unit in your motherfuckin ass, bitch, yeah
Haha, Whoo Kid |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yo daddy, these niggas aint hood, drop that shit | Yo daddy, these niggas aint hood, drop that shit
So what I grew up with them niggas, i aint stuck with them niggas
We from the same hood but I dont 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, Im so hood
First LP, ten-million sold, Im so good
I thought niggas would love to see me shine
But its 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 its making you sick to see me blow Im sorry
Dude we used to be cool, but I aint stuck with you nigga
I grew up with you nigga, but I dont fuck with you nigga
Got shot in the back then turned around and got shot in the eye
You aint gonna shoot back lay down and die
Theres a message in my music, can you hear it Kai?
Your mans never gonna blow and youre the reason why
Its disease infested when I spit it any nigga can get it
Fuck the fronting and the rhymes that assll get flat-lined
Cant 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 wouldnt let you hold a gun
Think about it
Hahaha
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 dont 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, youd 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 Pebbled 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
Im starving nigga, the only one that can cut me and get away with it is my barber, nigga
Cause Ill revolve a nigga, take a piece of your head
Youll 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 itd be real big if we could do a record
But now Im on some other shit
Like I aint fucking with none of you niggas on a record unless you my brother shit
Im 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 dont learn to relax and swallow steam, therell be more shells in the grass than halloween |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah, lets take em back | Yeah, lets take em back
Uh huh
I need a Real Love, Mary, holla at me if you need a real thug
We could ride through Compton and see real Bloods
Real Crips and Imma always hold you down, thats real shit
Im the Los Angeles king and You Remind Me of Mary, the R&B queen
I got the 411, whats crackin
What I owe you for helpin me go four times Platinum
I add a kid to My Life, hes almost two
I guess what Im tryin to say is thank you
For over ten years of the ghetto gospel
Youve paved the way for young black women to prosper
How you paint pictures you deserve Grammys and Oscars
Congratulations for me, Aftermath, and the Doctor
So niggas go head and envy me
Im Billboards Top 10 featuring M.J.B
When you learn stepped in this game
After Whats The 411?, things aint been the same
And I cant complain
But with all this fame comes a whole lot of pain
But Im so glad to be here
And my musics still sincere
Lets get back to the story
All of this pain and glory
And 94 was My Life and my life wasnt right
So I reached out to you and told you what Ive been through
(Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop)
Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
(Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop)
Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
And I came and Shared My World
But at that point I was just a foolish girl
Tryin to find my way
And I dropped a Mary album and people would say
That its just not gonna work and my feelings they did hurt
But my fans showed me so much love and I owe it all to them
Then I came with No More Drama, I remember that week
It was when Aaliyah died, I couldnt hardly sleep
Thought about it every day
And it made me change my ways
Im a real woman, now because of all of these days
(Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop)
Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
(Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop)
Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
You Remind Me of a Real Love
You dont have to worry
All Night Long Im Goin Down
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dahh
Do-do-do-do-do-dahh
Reminisce on the love we had
You Are Everything Love Without A Limit
What are you gonna do without My Life, My Life, My Life, My Life
(Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop)
Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
(Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop)
Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
(Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop)
Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
(Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop)
Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
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Right now, I just wanna thank Dr. Dre
And The Game for pickin such a hot record, I thank yall
Shout out to Cool & Dre
For makin a track...THIS HOT! WHOO! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo | Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
I dont know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already
Now here we go
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggas love me, like they think our mics on
These rap niggas not like me, they too soft
Get shot down, I get up, shakin shit off
You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops
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
Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song
I wont hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you
You dont want to bump heads with me, and get hit up
You, you aint 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
My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy
I dont know
If I should stunt for these hoes again, cause I did that already
Now here we go
I dont give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot
Ill celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP
Ive been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top
Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop
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
Im runnin from a digital Munster
I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster
My name is poppin, and I aint been at it long
My necks 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb
Im the best thing to happen to hip hop
Since Life After Death and that 2Pac shit drop
Im 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 dont tick tock
Im 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
Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream
Im 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
beat stops
What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man? |
write a song like 50 Cent
Shawty say she straight, cant wait till tonight to turn her out babe | Shawty say she straight, cant wait till tonight to turn her out babe
Take her to a different world, get her baby girl
Ill pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date
We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you aint gotta pay
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
Your so sweet come see me, Im gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
Im gonna take you to the spot jump on top
Im gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
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 isnt this amazing isnt this amazing
Back massage minaj they turned on Im hard
Great sex latex Im 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
Im about to break it down all the freaky shit we into
If your not into her your into me and well still get u
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, Im gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitch
You can be her bitch
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
Im gonna take you to the spot jump on top
Im gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
You can be her bitch
You can be my bitch
You can be my bitch
Im headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby
Ill be gone for a while Im leaving you in charge now haha haha
Shwaty wanna play at anytime Im away it aint OK
But when I come back you know thats how its going down
Well be back up in this bitch passing her around
You dont want me just to play my roll
You dont want me to come take control
You dont want me to move in too slow
You just wanna see me run this show
Lets go lets go lets go |
write a song like 50 Cent
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl | Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I aint gon lie - I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl
From time to time
I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine
She see me by the bar, she watch me blow stacks
Her man aint a hustler, man he cant do that
He got a 9 to 5, he used to pump packs
Got knocked once, and he never came back
I had her in my Bentley, I had her in tha lac
We do it like the dogs do, right in the back
I give that ass a smack, and she like it like that
Get deeper and deeper in the kitty cat
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I aint gon lie - I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl
From time to time
I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine
She over here with me, he tryna call her over there
She like, fuck that nigga
She drop it down to the floor, Im like, shawty, you can go
She like, fuck that nigga
Shawty with me, Cherry M3
Our Ps up in the red, shawty give me head
Aah aah
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I aint gon lie - I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl
From time to time
I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine
If you hearing I fucked your girl I probably did
Had her buttnaked making breakfast in the crib
If you wouldve saw what she did to the boy
You wouldnt want her no more
I left cum in her jaw, uh
One nut, two nut, three nuts, four
Five nuts, six nuts, seven nuts more
Have it how you want, I rather have it hardcore
Your legs on my neck, your neck damn there on the floor
Nigga, thats my bitch, I dont wanna hear shit
She like, fuck that nigga
You cant do it like this, nigga, you are not rich
Tell her, fuck that nigga
Dopeboy with my top droped, got your baby mama hot
Begging me to stop, but Im a rockstar
Look what I got for her, some dirty south nuts
In her dirty south mouth, she a dirty south slut, what?
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I aint gon lie - I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl
From time to time
I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine |
write a song like 50 Cent
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Remix!
Yeah, Im tryin to catch me somethin
A little jux or somethin
Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me?
That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly
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 mama in the living room now, hogtied
I came up with two new ways to get rich, I cant 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 kis
My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious ,man, Im so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffreys career
Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, yeah!
Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me?
That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly
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
Whos that peepin in my window? Wow!
The feds on me now
They know when Im sleepin, they know when Im wake
I know they got my phone tapped, Im screamin Fuck Jake!
Im tryna 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 towns one big pussy, waitin to get fucked
I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats
They charge me five-hundred apiece for two MACs
Then Im back doin me, back out on the spree
Catch me and niggas slippin out, pumpin that D
Get me a little crew, Ill have em pumpin for me
The more product I take, the more paper we see
Change my name, in NY, they dont know where I be
Yeah, a nigga doin dirt, but a nigga lowkey
Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me?
That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly
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
{gun cocks - BLAM!} |
write a song like 50 Cent
Im a work of art | Im a work of art
The ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah, ha ha
I move the keys, they call me the piano man
Im classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man, call me the piano man
Call me the piano man, call me the piano man
Cartier glasses, Cartier belt
Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else
Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia
Nigga want two birds and Im servin ya
Ima ball like Julius Irving, Iverson and Manning
I got the cannon in that two-door Phantom
Nigga hundred E-X shit, suicide doors
Get a top a low fade, now the body lookin hard
These snake ass niggas is reptiles
Til I shoot em up, fill em up with projectiles
Yay got the best styles, Yay got the best clothes
Yay got the best weed, Yay got the best hoes, YEAH!
I move the keys, they call me the piano man
Im classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man, call me the piano man
Call me the piano man, call me the piano man
Yeah, uhh
Fresh out the rim shop, my wheels tick-tock
My steel six shots, the paint flip-flop
My charm trucky, thats why they wan fuck me
Two-oh-seven McLaren, body like Buffy
Ol head get rusty, and Im a can of oil
If hip-hop do that, a hundred grandll boil
We show up at your bougie event, get your body hung
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion
Then leave the party calm, on a Pepsi and Bacardi bomb
Bail aint nothin, I make a Gotti bond
Magician, I could make a dollar flip
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick
I move the keys, they call me the piano man
Im classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man, call me the piano man
Call me the piano man, call me the piano man
Im rich than a muhfucker ridin in the dirty-ass Phantom
We kill undercovers down here, we cant stand em
Fill up the door panels, and stuff the floorboards
I could fit a hundred in a Honda Accord
Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller
Hand of a hustler, Im all about a dollar
Erybodys a customer, nobodys a friend
Somebody gotta do it, anybody can win
If I, did it then I can, do it now
When we, get em in we just, ship em out
A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit and tie
Cartiers, you can tell that I
I move the keys, they call me the piano man
Im classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man, call me the piano man
Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |
write a song like 50 Cent
It aint easy to make money | It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Imma view you at ya wake money
It aint a game
You can call me player yeah, but I aint playing fair
Chicks say Im 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
Dont 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 Im sonnin you
Dude Ill smoke you and every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
From now on, when I speak, yall niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you aint in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Imma view you at ya wake money
It aint a game
Yo where my down South niggas at, Im playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
Its Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I dont feel a nigga, I dont get on his shit
Yall 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 yall niggas acting like, its all ill in yall square
Motherfucker you aint know that its 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 dont get no bound
Yall keep my word, dont love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Imma view you at ya wake money
It aint a game
Yo its 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 dont love no of em, the guns Im running em
Punk niggas Im 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
Im no magician, but I could make, somethin outta nothin
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot thats pumping
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, Im ya motherfucking mid-life crisis
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Imma view you at ya wake money
It aint a game
Know what Im saying |
write a song like 50 Cent
You dont have very many options | You dont have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
Terminate on sight
You see the muhfuckers, you get it right
Night or daylight
Its hammer time, got your nine, I got mine
I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the burner
Im on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I wont get busy well nigga I, will
Aint nothin to talk bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the MAC route
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggas try to blast me
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me
Im on em, what Ima do, dont ask me
Understand the Fedsll have yo ass on the stand, B
Sold three to muhfuckers tryin to jam me
Im caked up, so niggas in my hood cant stand me
Its fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, shes his babys mama
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That nigga try to front, Ill give him the llama, YEAH!
Terminate on sight
You see the muhfuckers, you get it right
Night or daylight
Its hammer time, got your nine, I got mine
I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the burner
Yeah
Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me Ill smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where Im from, son
I dont need a gimmick, Im the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
Youre a midget, Im taller than that nigga playin ball and
Meanin everybody know me when Im walkin through the mall and
I get hot, in the mornin and right before Im performin
I been on it since a youngn
Im comin and heres your warnin, nigga
Dont be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffinll follow shortly after the white chalk and
Call me what you want nigga but you cant call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Times over for you niggas, red line on your throat
Terminate on sight
You see the muhfuckers, you get it right
Night or daylight
Its hammer time, got your nine, I got mine
I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the burner
Unit! Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Which gangsta want it? Which rapper want it?
Which trapper want it? My house is haunted
And IM GONE!!! The Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
Im the Gingerbread Man, them boys cant catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a face lift
Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham
I got dope head hands, and crackhead fingertips
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ, I live like Santa bitch
Im a scrambler bitch, the Feds cant stand this shit
Terminate on sight
You see the muhfuckers, you get it right
Night or daylight
Its hammer time, got your nine, I got mine
I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the burner |
write a song like 50 Cent
Let me take you back to high school, 94 | Let me take you back to high school, 94
When at least when a nigga had time to go
Walk to the bus stop, selling rocks on the way
Little bad motherfucker with a pocket full of yay
Fell in love with a shorty that was bad
I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass
But she was too fast, and I was too slow
Cause she wanted a nigga who already had dough
She found her a man who was like 24
But what she didnt know that he had plenty hoes
She was too young, so now he got a new one
Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun
See when she catch this nigga she gon do something
Not fight, but shorty gon shoot something
But she never got a chance, a change of plans
Shot herself in the back putting the gun in her pants
Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown
You gon miss momma when she dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga
{Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga
Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown
You gon miss daddy when he dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
{Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
I got a graveyard tatted on my arm
So Ima just start with my uncle William Hahn
My momma only brother, he served in the Navy
He lost his life because the war made him crazy
My nephew Shannon, 15 years old
When I think how he died I get real cold
Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones
There was no flesh, it was just bones
I was just home, with my cousin Craig
And then I got a phone call said they found him dead
So whats next, aint went to Bizz funeral yet
Instead of one casket I need two of them shits
It dont quit, just when you think Im seeing better days
My auntie just find that she got AIDS
And its fucked up, cause her life dont end
And she locked up, so she dying in the pen, damn
Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown
You gon miss momma when she dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga
{Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga
Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown
You gon miss daddy when he dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
{Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
This cant be life, were living
Cause I dont wanna live no more
I dont wanna live no morrrrrre
This cant be life, were living
Cause I dont wanna live no more
I dont wanna live no morrrrrre
This cant be life were living
Cause I dont want it no morrrrrre, no morrrrrre
This cant be life were living
Cause I dont want it no morrrrrre
No mooooooo-ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrre!!!!!!!!
Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown
You gon miss momma when she dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga
{Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga
Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown
You gon miss daddy when he dead and gone
So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down
{Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down |
write a song like 50 Cent
New-York City. I am New-York City ! | New-York City. I am New-York City !
I’m the American dream ! I’m 50 Cent ! Hahahaha
You dont believe me ? Trust me, it will be shots flying ! Men DOWN
Man I run this rap shit
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
R.I.P. to 2Pac
Nigga roll that good shit
You wanna dance, lets dance nigga
Ill take you to the prom
Im armed, tre pound in my palm
Im 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
Ill have like EE II EE II UH OH, after the fo-fo blow I get low
Thats how I go like a pro, its a rap, Im a ghost
And you smoke like a roach, you been clapped
And the fact theres no comin back from that
Im the last of my breed
Mo henny, no weed, just my vest and my semi
In the back of the Bentley, Im a nas and a rase
Im there and Im gone
My lawyers are strong, and my money is long
So when Im right, Im right, and when Im wrong, Im right
Illl hit yo ass up right, nigga its nighty night!
Man I run this rap shit
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
R.I.P. to 2Pac
Nigga roll that good shit
Je prends le contrôle renoi, laisse le rap HS
Diamant sur le HF, Pont de sèvre tachève
Cest trop cher pour toi ? Jachète
Doigt sur la gâchette, pousse-toi ! hachek
Lève lève lève tes mains en lair, ton gun, ton revolver
Le jack est dans mon verre, la chatte à sa grand-mère
Cest panam panam, G-unit, 92 izi clik de macaques
Million deuros 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
Cest boulbi au micro, cest Brazza cest Mala
Ne me cherche pas négro car je ne suis pas là
T’es synonyme de défaite, je ncompte plus mes prouesses
Élevé parmi les wesh wesh, nos flingues viennent dURSS
Tu veux savoir qui suis-je ? Où est-ce ?
Les suceurs de queue plus ils maiment plus je les déteste
Man I run this rap shit
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
R.I.P. to 2Pac
Nigga roll that good shit
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write a song like 50 Cent
Nigga, its 2006, and Im back in this bitch | Yeah! Hahahah
Nigga, its 2006, and Im back in this bitch
G-Unit!
When I come through, Im comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it
Ay, rap gon get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigger, thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools dont take him, I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler
The drama is a part of the story that Ima give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla
That lame aint a killer, he softer than chinchilla
And Im a GT, see a four-door wheeler
Matter fact this summer, its 44 four-wheelers
.45 on my side, shorty ride for his pride
Forty eyes on the prize, now Im energized
Nothin but shiny shit around the neck and rims
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spins
What a way to double up, Im headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet, I aint gotta check it in
When I come through, Im comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it
This is heroin medicine, that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 357 ways
Hollow tip grazell put a part through ya waves
Half Christian, half killer, half man, half gorilla
I pop somethin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now Im floored, Ds kick the door, found me on the floor
By my toilet tryna flush that raw, toilet wouldnt flush, Im fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary J. my life, Im goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
My nigga Im for real, they just rappin mayne
Find out when the semis come out
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi, no doubt
Im New York Citys pharaoh, Ill have you starin down the barrel
You got em? Good, get em, its cool, hit em
When I come through, Im comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it
You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy in this shit
Turn deadly, the innocent get hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out, spittin out hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark or its daytime, its good with me
Just cool, I brought ya whole hood with me
We had Gabriel right before MTV
So we can G him to give us that chain for cheap
We got David and Jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes they names ring
She take a picture with me on BET
She the new talk of the hood, its PCP
One taste of the stick, and she hooked like fish
Me, Banks and Hav got this shit vice gripped
When I come through, Im comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it |
write a song like 50 Cent
Im tougher than an African kid | Tougher than leather, nigga
Im tougher than an African kid
Running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga
Know what Im saying?
Tough, OG now, nigga, yeah, yeah
To all living things around me
Cash rules everything around me
Your music is unenthusiastic
My jewelry glow in the dark
Škorpion from Serbia, catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you aint do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
Theyll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klaned your man
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
And if a nigga cosign that he a yes man
Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, Im all fucked up
So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
When shit real you get killed around here, its not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
Thank you for real
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, dont let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, dont let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, Im an OG, bad bitch with double Ds
Nigga, Jordan couldnt palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I show that bitch how to breathe under water
Excusez moi, French bitches bending over
Snatch em out the whip, throw em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
why they texting bout body
Frank Lucas put flowers on Bump grave every Tuesday
Thats loyalty and dont listen to everything your lawyer say
Red dot, surgery with the laser
Have a nigga missing like that plane from Malaysia
Fo fos, long nose is Gonzos
Hundred rounds, drum on the K, thats bongos
Running your mouth with deadly convos, I clap like, bravo
Bend back for the encore, nigga, huh
You pussy niggas think you got nine lives
Ima make sure I stick you more than nine times
With that ice pick Im a cold killer
You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, dont let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, dont let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy |
write a song like 50 Cent
Got the paper in my Nike box | 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
We hunt them down
We gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Dont 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
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 Im stunting
Im hot now, Im 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 theres strong and theres weak
And when the strong hungry, the weak something to eat
We hunt them down
We gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Dont 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
This rap shit is fake if you really wanna ask me
Im in the projects with a bitch like Cassie
Drop top Mayback, the roof all glassy
Level two vest on cause niggas wanna blast me
Im a menace to society, thats 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
We hunt them down
We gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Dont 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
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 aint have a bullet proof truck like me?
Why the club shot up?
What the fuck you expect?
They dont search niggas buying bottles at Juliet!
Yeah, I just left Southside, Im 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
We hunt them down
We gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Dont 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 |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker | {Gunshot}
Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker
Ayo 50, ayo this nigga barely breathing, nigga!
x2
It wont be long fore you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy, talk about me
Nigga I come for your head
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
I hit your heart you dead
I squeeze till the semi run out
Niggas who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out
Im the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low
Cant tell that this a hit until the MAC-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I aint got to aim
Ill wave this bitch in your direction mayne
Beams, clips, and grips, its a sticky situation
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing
Same Glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-four drop, same nigga on top
Dont blame me if your motherfucking block get hot
Because Im just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where bitch-ass cowards cant fuck with ours
And just do me, who he, say he going sue me?
Motherfucker I got bread
If you can
Hol on, nigga, hol on
Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when youre hit
It wont be long fore you dead
When you wired up it aint no smilin
See all of them wildin, and these niggas is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin
And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin
Aint nobody seen nothin, these niggas is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real niggas, we dont fuck around with the nonsense
Murder one shit, thats how it get — motherfucker what?
I put the fifth to your head, your white T turn red
Nigga now give the bread, Ill fill your ass with lead
Put a hole in ya wig, with the SIG, ya dig?
Shouldnt fuck with the kid — I dont play that shit
Its all part of the game, man the game aint fair
The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun dont care
The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, your dead, nigga who cares?
If you can
Hol on, nigga, hol on
Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when youre hit
It wont be long fore you dead
Me and my bitch: We break up, we make up; see Jacob for the stones
We kicked up, thats whats up, cause Im out with the chrome
You fuck up, you get bucked, Buckll get ya
Push a knife through your chest, boy I aint fuckin with ya
The Units my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggas
We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us
They know we Guerillas, you know who the realest
The Units my gang, my set, my MAC, my TEC
My protection, my family; do you understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son
My love, my niggas, my stacks, them figures
Buckshots hit his ass from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit, and a fucking black ski-mask
Shoot first, this is how I react, and we act
Like its nothing, Cashville niggas used to that
Listen
If you can
Hol on, nigga, hol on
Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when youre hit
It wont be long fore you dead |
write a song like 50 Cent
Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable, its-its the Unit | Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable, its-its the Unit
Whoop! Whoop! You know how we do it
Whoop! Whoop! Ill make you dance to it
Whoop! Whoop! Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call em pops
Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, take a look at my garage
Maybe we can all ménage
Me in the middle and your legs to the stars
I got that Bentley, that Ferrari, that Lambo lean
My car game crazy, I cant be seen
That Aston, Bugatti, the Range and the Rolls
Got me freakin off with some high class hoes
You know with me man anything goes
Ill have shorty in the telly workin all 3 holes
Jesus, I betcha wont believe this
Unless I letcha see this, she deep throat my whole car
Now Im thinkin this bitch is so hot
I gotta take her to my hood, let her blow my whole block
Yeah I just happen to be what she like
She say Im special, Im like, Yeah babe youre right
A lil Goose, a lil Patron tonight
Ill have the club lookin like a fuckin Zoo aight
New music, you cant confuse it
With the other cliques or groups, its the Unit
Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, take a look at my garage
Maybe we can all ménage
Me in the middle and your legs to the stars
Uh, shorty came over, I told her, I can mold her
Turn her, to a rider, rollin, with a roller
Hold her, like a cobra, bone her, til she sober
Fold her, in positions til its hard to bend over
Im a very special kind, I cant let you shine
These rappers out they mind, dont compare to me combined
If you look at my design, my Louie fittin fine
My jewelry might blind, Ima walkin white line
You cant get on my level, thatll take a lifetime
And I got it at 25, take your lifetime
I dont care about crime as long as its not mine
Ima be fine, Im stronger than white lines
If your girl aint home, til the early morn
Shes prolly with the G-Unit gettin it on
I told her shes Miss Right, so I cant be wrong
And we went at it all night long
Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, take a look at my garage
Maybe we can all ménage
Me in the middle and your legs to the stars
From 1 to 10, baby girl off the Richter
But I aint trickin, I aint Eliot Spitzer
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
Im in the club again, with them drugs again
Same club, same spot, same girls again
Girls comin in, and we poppin dem bottles
By 12 Oclock, we be poppin dem models
Yeah, Falsetto, the club go crazy like,OOH! OOH! OOH! Baby!
Okay, bottle Rozay
Girlie seen the Porsche and her friend like, Heyyy
Girl jump in, watch me go 0 to 60
Take you to the Ritz, slide off your Miss Sixties
I know you heard of 50, I know you heard of Yay
I Steve Nash these hoes, pass them all day
Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, take a look at my garage
Maybe we can all ménage
Me in the middle and your legs to the stars
Its easy man, believe me man
This is the Unit, the Unit
This is how we do it
Banks, Yay, |
write a song like 50 Cent
Ah, I got big bags of paper I’mma spend | 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
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
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 |
write a song like 50 Cent
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent cmon | New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent cmon
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, Im just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat
My son ask Daddy why carry a gun, you aint 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 aint bad
Im not a blood or a crip, Im doing my own thang
G-UNIT
Shit, I done started my own gang
I dont go that funny dance
I dont throw gang signs
But Im a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
Think all I do is rap, then you dont know me good
Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man
Carlito aint 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
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 Im going through life lookin death in the eye
These rappers aint gun slingers
They R&B singers
G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas
Minimum wage aint gonna pay the rent
Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print
And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure
Im 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 Ds come around, Imma swallow my crack
Shit the work out later, and hit em with that
If its a direct sale
Imma 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
Just havin fun with this rap shit, man
It never stops
My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street?
And yall aint even hear the new shit
Just keep goin and goin and goin
Motherfuckin Duracell Battery
It never stops
Word up
G-Unit
Sha Money XL |
write a song like 50 Cent
I dont really think she want me back then, she want me now | I dont 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, Im rolling in the dough, Im caked up
I got swag now, I got paper, Im swimming in the dough, Im caked up
I was a real bum now Im really rich, kid
I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit
The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, theyre lukewarm
Its why youre 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
Its 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 Im bringing sexy back
Louis belt wrapped around right where the TEC be at
I dont 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, Im rolling in the dough, Im caked up
I got swag now, I got paper, Im swimming in the dough, Im caked up
Getting papers my objective, yup, now your chain gone
One false move and clap, now your brains gone
You like me, you aight with me; me? Im into me
I destroy my enemies even if theyre kin to me
Do em like the Kennedys, ching-ching thats mo bread
Say something slick out your mouth Ill come for your head
She likes me more than you can imagine
Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant
Closest Imma get to heaven in this lifetime
Is right below her waist in between her thighs
Call her Pussycat, thats my nickname for her
And I aint got to buy shit or run game on her
See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together
Oh, you dont like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever
We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris
I go so hard in the paint, Im sorry
I dont 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, Im rolling in the dough, Im caked up
I got swag now, I got paper, Im swimming in the dough, Im caked up
You want me? I want you - plug one? Plug two
Im infinitely special, girl
The Lords gonna bless you if you do what I tell you to do
You want me? I want you - you want a Benz? Ill buy two
You should want me like you want success
Girl, with us together well be better than the best
Why settle for less?
I dont 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, Im rolling in the dough, Im caked up
I got swag now, I got paper, Im swimming in the dough, Im caked up |
write a song like 50 Cent
This for the bitches, nigga | This for the bitches, nigga
Ill, do, anything for you
Ill do anything you want me to
Ill do, anything
Me? I done been around the world six times
A bad bitch in every part of the worlds been mine
But you can change me, baby, you can change me
Oh shit, look, Im already not the same, see?
Shorty, you make me feel brand new
Im not running game, girl, I swear you do
Youre too cold to hold and too hot to handle
Me and you girl theres nothing we cant do
You like girls, I like girls too, we got something in common
Now how the hell could that be a problem?
Shorty lets laugh, lets dance, lets drink, lets fuck
Right here, right now, shit, we only live once
I should not be reprimanded, I cannot be blamed
My lust on level 10, Im trying to get it in
Ill have you cumming down your candy walls
Get it wetter than Niagara Falls til you climax, thats all
They think Im a fool
Cause Id do so many things for you
Ill, do anything, Ill, do anything
But they dont know the reason
Its why I do all the things I do for you
Ill, do anything, Ill, do anything
Ill do
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 its 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
Im giving her the finer things
Thats why she dont complain
I kinda got her open, mane, I stroke that thing
On different ends of the globe
We international now, whoa
They think Im a fool
Cause Id do so many things for you
Ill, do anything, Ill, do anything
But they dont know the reason
Its why I do all the things I do for you
Ill, do anything, Ill, do anything
Ill do
Thats me and you, you know?
They aint supposed to understand it
You know I say some shit I aint supposed to say
But you know how I feel
I should be a asshole whenever I feel like it
After - look at the shit I bought you, man
Cmon man, dont give me no headache, man
You a bitch when you on your period, right?
Dont come at me with that bullshit, man
Do anything for you, girl
Ill do anything |
write a song like 50 Cent
If youse a shooter then shoot nigga, Im doin my thang | If youse a shooter then shoot nigga, Im doin my thang
If you seen-a, my nina, you seen it go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mine mayne
I put a hole in a nigga, I aint motherfuckin playin
You niggas aint nuttin but clown killers for real
Im down with the Unit, for the Gorillas for real
Go bananas if you want, ooh ooh, you gettin peeled
Yall shoot for the shoot, we do this for real
Clap mes a motherfucker, make more mills
Cash me a check, to cop more wheels
Shorty you a bad bitch and good-ass steel
Now, I hop up on the dillz and smeared that lip gloss
Me and P sharin bitches like we switch Porsche
My hammer navigate beef, Hummer dont get lost
Boy, that Desert Eagle have that whole shit ripped off
Yeah - we get that gwop, cause we make
Shit that pop heavy rotation, your shit flop
Wont stop til we get, to that top
If the gun too far then you will get oxed
Yall niggas aint real yall just talk a lot
If you a killer then kill somethin, you talkin all day
Frontin, killin nuttin, you niggas is real gay
See me shinin, mad diamonds, now what can I say
Im a mega star, never thought itd be this way
Niggas fightin for the bottom, I feel your pain
Im at the top and Im never comin back again
Except for when I come to scoop lil shorty good brains
Out the hood, you see me in yo hood dont play
I open up yo head, and expose yo brain
Its not a joke or a game, and I aint tryin
To advance my rap lines, please believe what I say
Im a Mobb nigga, nigga I do this all day
Hit the weed hit the gas on the Lamb to skate
See me comin through the club, get out of my way
You dont know me, man get out of my face
Fore I flip, no shit, you niggas get sprayed |
write a song like 50 Cent
This is how a gangsta sing the star spangled banner | What up, Blood?
What up, Cuz?
What up, Blood?
What up, gangsta?
What up, Blood?
What up, Cuz?
What up, Blood?
What up, gangsta?
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?
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
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?
I just wanna remind ya niggas, Ill find ya niggas. Its 50. The architect. I build and destroy, boy. Fuck with me if you wanna. Street king. SMS AUDIO |
write a song like 50 Cent
I make it hotter, friction turns to fire | I make it hotter, friction turns to fire
Youre what I desire, Im coming to get you, girl
Thats right, thats right, its on tonight
Youre just my type, youre what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, lets go
Something new, its 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 dont know how to act
Now work it
Go ahead grind it on me, thats perfect
Ill pay to play if its worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it
Now get to work, kid
Let me take these bricks and break em down
If you want I can serve em by the pound
Shorty know shes got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
Well, if you want it lets go
I got that fire
Act like you already know
I got that fire
You want it, its fire, I got it, that fire
So I might ignite ya, its fire, its fire
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 aint 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 aint around
Everywhere you go, there I go, Im 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, lets party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna creep we can creep tell me where should we meet
So you can
Take these bricks and break em down
If you want I can serve em by the pound
Shorty know shes got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
Wel, if you want it lets go
I got that fire
Act like you already know
I got that fire
You want it, its fire, I got it, that fire
So I might ignite ya, its fire, its fire
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready
I make the temperature rise, now dont be surprised
I have the ice on, stuntin heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
Its the third time around, you know how I get down
Im hands down, pound for pound, the best around
Now work it
Go ahead grind it on me, thats perfect
Ill pay to play if its worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it
Now get to work, kid |
write a song like 50 Cent
We gotta get the get well cards | {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!
Now dont think I wont hit you cause Im popular
I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya
Catch you slipping Ima 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 aint been through what I been through
You not like me
And Im not like you
Im like an animal with it, when I spit it, its 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
Im gangsta to the core, nigga, you cant 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! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will | Mo-Ps, G-Unit, nigga
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , with the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy, yo ass could get killed
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , with the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy, yo ass could get killed , look
The first nigga that scream G-Unot to me
Ima stomp yo ass out with the Gortex beef and broccolis
Somebody talk to homie, tell him I dont play ball
You fuckin with them Saratoga hackers off a St. Marks
Nigga mad cause he went AWOL
But First Family is Fifth La Familia, all day, yall
So go head and start a beef, yo assll get popped
With a hot one cause we aint blazin hip-hop and R&B
I aint a New York City ho that get pistol whipped
Then stripped for your jewels then Ima rock em in the next video
You know how M.O.P. do it
We hold the block like that cause we dont rock like that
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed
Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back
Thats four niggas ridin strapped in grandpas 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
Ill say I wanna eat, they say, Shit, we wanna eat, too
Lets 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
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed
From the midst of the dark, barkin, its 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?
Thats cause it was projected in 3D
And you dont wanna see me comin, lettin that Mac spit
Send a nigga to a semi back flip
Saratoga Ave., nigga, act sick
M.O.P. doin this rugged rap shit
Ill whip yo head, boy, you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy, wit the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed
I got his homies screamin, Buck you need to calm down
Niggas be gettin killed every time you come around
We ran up in his crib, made his mama kiss the ground
She askin God, What my baby done did now?
Im taking everything, jewelry, I want it all
Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin, we gon starve waitin on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
Im impatient like a money hungry rap star
Jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The MACll have his brains all over the fuckin sidewalk
And Ima be on CNN again, it aint my fault
March, nigga, step , right, nigga, left
G-Unit soldier, Im thuggin to my death, motherfucker
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed
Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will
Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled
Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah. 50 Cent. Lloyd Banks. Tony Yayo. G-Unit | Yeah. 50 Cent. Lloyd Banks. Tony Yayo. G-Unit
This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if you jeopardize it I got the right
To send a mothafucker at you tonight
G-Unit
And I aint stopping till my clique popping, swimming in barrels of money
Ma could walk around with her head up cause her child aint a dummy
Its funny, niggasd rather see you suffering and hungry
Im comfy as hell skating with another niggas money
You lying your ass off, you know you aint that tough
Im pulling your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of the game, boy
Artillery thats about as long as a chainsaw
By the way, man, this feels like Ive been dreamin
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feeling my semen
The physical presence of a female in the forms of a demon
Thats why I fuck em and leave em, get my nut while Im breathin
Cause they thought theyd catch me slipping, now Im ducking and driven
Thats a thousand dollar outfit, what the fuck is you rippin?
You tripping, no record could get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, its probably sending out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards
You can take me out the hood
But cant take the hood out me
Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke
Your friends and your enemies they love you, they love you
Cheche, get the Yayo
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
Cheche, get the Yayo
Picture me being crack
You can sniff me, cut me, Ill turn you to a junkie
Im the number one seller in the whole fucking country
Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow
Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
Ill smuggle, Im nothing but trouble
Ill make your money double, cook me in baking soda
Ill turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
Ill pay all your bills and fill your frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
Put me in your doorpanels 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 trying to move more birds
N PA all day, on the corner of Third, nigga what?
You can take me out the hood
But cant take the hood out me
Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Picture me polishing pistols, Im coming to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin
Think Im playing? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols, lets get it popping
Start wavin my emboies, shell cases get to dropping
If death is around the corner I got too much pride to hide
Im outside, gun in my pocket, just stunting, no stopping
Im dying to pop it, Im young and Im restless
You know my contestants
As the world turns, theres lessons to be learned
Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons
Im ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish
I told you before
Hoes, they compliment me now like, 50, nice chain
Bellagio, twenty grand of chips at a dice game
Burn out, cant stop, gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga, you see me
I wonder if you mad cause Im doing good
Or cause niggas feeling me more than you in your own hood
And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back
Cause they know you just rapping and you dont bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood, nigga. They know you fucking fronting, nigga. Talking like gangstas 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 talking about me, nigga. Im in the middle of all kinds of shit. Pussy, lets get it popping |
write a song like 50 Cent
It is what it is, son, niggas can’t stand it | 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
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
Imma show you how you do this shit
You think I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’m doin
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 aint gonna budge
Pay me or die g, dog, it aint no love
Niggas know who they owe
My number ain’t changed bitch
Front door service put one in your brain quick
Couldve 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 aint a big sob story fan, Im spraying shit
12 gauge, AR-15, AKn shit
Passenger seats gon get killed, Im sayin this princ-i-pals
We dont draw the line at drug dealing, we crim-i-nals
Goin all out
Before I say you played me I’ll go in yall 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
Hayes |
write a song like 50 Cent
They told me, im not strong and im not very reliable and im probably not that good at saying how i feel, but , well, i really really like you, Would you be my girlfriend? | They told me, im not strong and im not very reliable and im probably not that good at saying how i feel, but , well, i really really like you, Would you be my girlfriend?
Okay
You will?
I just wanna chill and twist the lye
Catch stunts in my 745
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see and feel you next to me
Ill provide everything you need and i
Like your smile I dont wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I gotta ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers baby
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
If I didnt smell so good, would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz
Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt, would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work, would you be down to ride?
I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive
Im askin questions to find out how you feel inside
If I aint rap ‘cause I flip burgers at Burger King
Would you be ashamed to tell your friends youre 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 little drink, you know, a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that |
write a song like 50 Cent
I just wanna tell you youre special.. | I just wanna tell you youre special..
You know I meet a lot of beautiful women..
But you.. You make me feel good..
So Good..
Its hard to describe you ya know..
Its everything about you I mean.. damn!
You make me feel good..!!
When Im gone girl I miss you, when Im 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 Im gon do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna fk um its aight with me, be my part time loverr..
She likes you, like I like you
Im aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
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 thats the price the lil nigga pays for fame
But baby dim the lights now, here more my lifestyle
Im heterosexual, I wanna get next to you
I may be get in to you, thats 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 dont 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
When Im gone girl I miss you, when Im 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 Im gon do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna fk um its aight with me, be my part time loverr..
She likes you, like I like you
Im aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
Say some fly shit and ima black your fkin 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 yous 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
This is why Im hot, yea this is why Im hot
We can party like a rockstar nonstop
Heres 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
When Im gone girl I miss you, when Im 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 Im gon do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna fk um its aight with me, be my part time loverr..
She likes you, like I like you
Im 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.. |
write a song like 50 Cent
It aint good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right | It aint good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right
It aint good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right
Everybody know that
Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
Trey-eights, trey-pounds and .44s 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
Dont run up on me, I dont know you nigga
So what you bought my cd, I dont 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
Im from Queens but Im 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
Im a Guiness Book nigga
We dont play that pussy shit round here
You can get your fuckin wig split down here
Dont be reppin where you come from too much around here
You can get your fuckin cap filt
Queens, nigga!
Brooklyn
If I cant 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
Im outside to jump off in a Benz jeep
4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat
Niggas think they want beef
They dont want beef
They find out that somebody they love layin in the street
When you rap, you keep it gangsta dog its all good
Just dont go poppin that shit in the wrong hood
Where Im from the young boyll 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 thats an S-type
Promoter sayin dont play 50 in the club
Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up
I dont where you from and I dont care
But nigga we dont play that pussy shit round here
The only Spanish I know is coño, cállate la boca puta,
no inglés, no inglés motherfuckers will shoot ya
The Latin Kings dont like me, I dont care
We dont 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.
Fuck yall, ya aint got to like me
I get knocked, yall nigga aint got to write me
Im on the same bullshit I been on
Its the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on
Yall 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 yall fools and flash you
They want your money, the watch, and you tennis shoes
I aint gotta tell ya not to move
Ya know the rules! |
write a song like 50 Cent
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right | Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And Imma drink a lot a water
And Imma take Golden Seal, so my PO dont find out
Im smoking this shit, aight?
Yo, niggas wouldnt rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasnt cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankies pacs
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?
Im 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
Im like Nah, I aint paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back
Niggas lookin at me like Im crazy, they shook
I dont 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
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 dont make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50! |
write a song like 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
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire
Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire
Shawty said take it off, Ill take it off
Climb right out of my clothes
Want me to break you off, Ill break you off
Til your love come down on yo walls
Im extremely focused, sweatin Im strokin
I better get you open
Ill leave your headboard broken, you think Im jokin
I bet Ill get you open
First its her neck, yeah then her back
Yeah Im a freak, I get into all that
Girl Ill 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, its goin down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, youre sweatin I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya Ill get ya
Ill 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
Ill use my tongue baby, Ill leave you sprung maybe
Ill have ya head spinnin sayin 50s so crazy
+
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
Dont 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 youre laughin, Ill make you smile on the regular
Tell me what you want, shorty thats what Imma 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, Im tellin you so now you know what I need
Id be ya part-time or full-time lover, significant other
Dont matter which way it go, Im oh so gutter
Girl you could get it however you wan get it
Im feelin you, still Im tellin you right now, get it
+
Shawty said take it off, Ill take it off
Want me to break you off, Ill break you off |
write a song like 50 Cent
You understand whats about to happen? | Funk Flex
Yeah, G-Unit
You understand whats about to happen?
Huh .. huh?
Nigga guess whos bizzack
Its not Beanie Sieg or Jay-Hov
50 Cent, yall niggas should know
Dont make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo
You punk nigga I done told you before
Fuck being in a cage, man that shits for the birds
I do my dirt in the hood, but I live in the burbs
When you talk be careful how you choose your words
Cause I send niggas to put ya fuckin brains on the curb
Am I my brothers keeper? Yes I am
Nigga you know they gettin low you see that gun in my hand
G-Unit, dont go fuckin with my soldiers, boy
Get laid out, ima 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
You spend a lot of time talkin about how you ball out
When u get hit you gonna run and bleed till u fall down
I guess you didnt think we was down to go all out
One second, you was wrong
You aint on the shit we on
My money getting long
Now my team getting strong
Im gone
Gone
50 Cent
And Im back to act up so strap up
Funk Flex
Kingpin style
Ya heard me
Cmon, cmon
Make me cut something
Make me bust something
Cmon, cmon
I want you to
Cmon |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah, Shout out to Chris Lighty! Violator! | Yeah, Shout out to Chris Lighty! Violator!
You know how I put it down when I put it down nigga, lets go!
When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl
Your after me cheddar
And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl
Im after my cheddar
I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that
Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match
I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes
When I just wanna chill you wanna go out
See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out
You say Im wrong when I dog yo ass like I should
Now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good
When you think about me grinding my fans
You either got more than one watch on or its to much time on your hands
They say behind every good man is a woman
So tash pull up stash the cannon linen
Ill never be your chofuer to the mall
Youll learn to appreciate cds and posters on the wall
Fatal attractions is mad real
Last bitch I deaded got crazy and swallowed 50 Advils
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 Im rich but I dont trick on GP
Thats 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
Look dont ask me for shit man
I aint got nothing for you man what?
Bitch what the fuck you mean I cant sing bitch
Bitch Im Luther Vandross in the shower
G-UNIT! |
write a song like 50 Cent
I dont wan talk about it | I dont wan talk about it
Man I dont wanna talk about it
Man I dont wan talk about it
And I dont wanna talk about it
I make millions quick and I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
Im still flippin chickens, I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
These niggas police
Go head, ask me what Im ridin in so I can say the Enzo
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin Rouge and
They fuckin and they strippin nigga, I aint even trippin nigga
Me I handle business; Gods my only witness
Watchin homicide, sayin Who the fuck did this?
Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayne
Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne
I dont fuck around boy; you better ask around boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo ass on the ground
For, you poppin that bullshit, like I dont pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
Thats why my name ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
And I dont wanna talk about it
I make millions quick and I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
Im still flippin chickens, I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
Yeah, its the kid nigga, yeah
Ayo, big money, my car got the big face
Forty-five, my belt got the big eights
Niggas hate but Im low seven star Caesar
For grimy niggas tryin to line me like {?} preacher
You niggas got the nerve, Im at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowin heavy herb
Then back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spots sellin more shit than Scott Storch
Im tired of these pricks, lyin bout bricks
Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick
Fly in the 60 U.F.O
Unidentified flyin object on twenty-fos
More money more hoes, more money more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit dro
I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand, these aint bullshit clothes
I make millions quick and I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
Im still flippin chickens, I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
Nah, uhh
B-A, N-K, S-5, 5-oh
Or 6-8, M-G, tinted with my eyes low
Homie Im a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano blind ho
Louie V offended me, {?} in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, Ima fuck her til she empty
Empty on you if you front, til your passenger is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I aint them Im different baby, I talk, you listen baby
Listen and Ill show you, how money controls you
Ill put you in my old school, and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, thats why Im poppin shit
I dont forgive I dont forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope thats it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, Im high, Im on that piff
Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you aint hot, you aint rich
You a snitch!
I make millions quick and I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it
Im still flippin chickens, I dont wan talk about it
Nah I dont wanna talk about it |
write a song like 50 Cent
Everywhere Im at, everywhere I go | Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah!
Everywhere Im at, everywhere I go
I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when Im tryna be on the low
Im recognized by hoes
Man, its gotta be cause of the dough
Its got to be cause of the dough
Cause the game sure wasnt like this before
It wasnt like this before
Everywhere Im at, everywhere I go
I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when Im tryna be on the low
Im recognized by hoes
Man, its gotta be cause of the dough
Its got to be cause of the dough
Cause the game sure wasnt like this before
It wasnt like this before
50 Cent, Im makin hits now
Dont try an act like you aint heard, Im the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know Im 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
Ill 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 aint hear what I charge for 16, Im makin a killin
These other rap niggas just catching feelings
Everywhere Im at, everywhere I go
I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when Im tryna be on the low
Im recognized by hoes
Man, its gotta be cause of the dough
Its got to be cause of the dough
Cause the game sure wasnt like this before
It wasnt like this before
Haha, yeah
Yeah thats it nigga, what the fuck you thought?
I aint giving niggas more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle
The fuck you want for free, man?
Yall niggas be wanting a lot for free man
Fuck them other niggas, other niggas cant rap
Thats why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing, man
You know what I mean
Fuck that shit, man, I aint gonna sit there rappin to you all night
Haha, the fuck, man?
Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork
We work hard, nigga, 50 Cent |
write a song like 50 Cent
We both think alike, uh-oh! | Yeah, 50, Olivia
We both think alike
We both think alike, uh-oh!
Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn
Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home
If you invite me in Ill come take it off
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn
Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home
If you invite me in Ill come take it off
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
Im not gon waste ya time talkin bout shit that you know
Im so hood that even when I try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin girl Im focused, I be gettin my dough
You know that If It aint the flow, than it comes from the Os
Plus a nigga like a pimp when it comes to the hoes
Every hood, every city all the gangstas now
Front on me, and youll be gettin hit up fa sho
I make it hot when its 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 niggas greased if its a swole
If ya ready to roll shorty, we can just roll
When you ready to go, Ill be ready to go
See everything I do, I do on the low
So anything we do, nobody will know
Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn
Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home
If you invite me in Ill come take it off
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn
Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home
If you invite me in Ill come take it off
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
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 aint have a thing
I hustled, got my weight up, now Im 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 Ill put the burnin, its the g-string
Leave it up to me, we can do it my way
And get straight to it, skip the fore play
Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn
Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home
If you invite me in Ill come take it off
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn
Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home
If you invite me in Ill come take it off
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off |
write a song like 50 Cent
Try to remain calm, you fucking with a don | 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 aint gon make it they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers, Ill smack the shit out they bosses
Ferrari, Im stronger than 500 horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My ear rings blinking, thats old shit from Jacob
Add it up, four plus four, thats eight karats
You cant run and get you a bill, you aint got it
Blackjack we do that, ten grand a hand
You can get shot fucking with Floyd, thats my man
Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the Money Team
Pinky ring flawless, my God Im gorgeous
Remain calm, you fucking with a don
Remain calm, ho remain calm
Remain calm, you fucking with a don
Remain calm, dont 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
Im chilling like a villain while Im dealing, I am
Ruling while Im cooling with my tool in my hand
Post up, coast up, this is my life, bitch
Up close on ya, youll get stuck with a knife, bitch
Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
Got a lot of hoes, but Charlene thats my white bitch
The rest of my bitches, nah they aint gon like this
But I dont 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 its 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?
Remain calm, you fucking with a don
Remain calm, ho remain calm
Remain calm, you fucking with a don
Remain calm, dont 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
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 DaVincis, 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 yall 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
Im madam put on a stroll, Get my money ho
Catch me in Ferragamo or Dolce & Gabbana
Or , Im B squared up, what
Remain calm, you fucking with a don
Remain calm, ho remain calm
Remain calm, you fucking with a don
Remain calm, dont 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 |
write a song like 50 Cent
They cant keep a good man down | They cant 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
Im still shit, I meet yall ready
Fuck around will be reading your obituary
My whip clean, my watch gleam
9 karats ho, thats what I call a pinky ring
Dont even trick, my heart cold
Im round the globe, Im on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say Im 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
Im ghetto right, Im super hood
Im shitting on these niggas like they knew I would
Im ghetto right, Im super hood
Im 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 cant 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, Im outta here
You on the ground, Im in the lear
I love yachts, a 9 boats
Either way, come a nigga got you picking dough
They done made me mad, now Im in my bad
And Im 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?
Im a pro, Imma low when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread
Im flashing, Im 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 first |
write a song like 50 Cent
If you think you can fuck with 50 | If you think you can fuck with 50
You got to be cra-zeeeee
I wont do a joint witchu, no matter how much
Your label try an pay meeeee
Im on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath
And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy
Its simple, I see youd like to be me
Yall niggas, cant fade meeeee
I could be a gentleman or gangster, the bitch done chose
Got semi-autos to put holes in, niggas and hoes
My wrist all froze, for flicks I pose
Fiends sample my Ds and those, I suppose thats about a 9
So far the grands stack for niggas sniffin white lines
Sell anything under the sun to get mines, Im gon shine
Stunt for the summer, H2 Hummer, got paper now Im picky
Change the rims, drape the watch, trade the Timbs, I upgrade
Now Im 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~!
Im 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!
If you think you can fuck with 50
You got to be cra-zeeeee
I wont do a joint witchu, no matter how much
Your label try an pay meeeee
Im on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath
And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy
Its simple, I see youd like to be me
Yall niggas, cant fade meeeee
{16 seconds of instrumental}
Is this what you want?
G-Unit, Gods Plan!! |
write a song like 50 Cent
I get down, I get down, I get down | I get down, I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
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
Oh, I think she like me, hell yeah, she like me
My watch game crazy, Audemars so icy
She like it when I stunt, me Im what she want
Im in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread
Got money out the asshole, the money on my head
Dont mean nothing, I said dont mean nothing
The Rosé in the Rover, Im drinking and Im driving
That nigga try and get at me Im pulling out and firing
To see if Im stunting, the piece it aint nothing
Royal fees aint nothing, I just blow a little something
Now shorty got a thing for me, she feel like Im the shit
My guess is Im the kind of nigga she wanna be with
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
Im a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed
Shell be an A student time she get out my bed
Im flashy, Im rolling with the stones
Get at me, Im moving with the chrome
A made man, a Don Corleone
No matter where Im at Im doing what the fuck I want
Im shining, my wrists all canary
Now try me, I keep a shooter near me
Im grinding like I aint made my first mil
Like I aint signed a first deal, like I aint at the first meal
Im hungry, I really want it all
Now watch me, Ill show you how to ball
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
Life in the fast lane, fast car, fast cash
Freak bitch, fast ass
Im 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
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
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it |
write a song like 50 Cent
If a bitch dont like me | If a bitch dont like me
Somethin wrong with the 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 Im sayin
They supposed to love me now baby
Im doin it now baby
Hahahaha
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
Ive 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
Whoa... if moneys gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright
Whattup Shorty, I aint seen you in many moons
Talk to me, hows life been treatin you? good I hope
You got a smile that only a fool would forget
And a figure thatll 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 wasnt feelin me, I pulled up, she wouldnt talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
But on the sidewalk we aint 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
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
Ive 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
Its hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
Type thatll 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 wouldnt fuck with me if I had no ends
Probably wouldnt fuck in the whip if it wasnt a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I dont care if these hoes love me or not
Long as I rhyme hot Im gettin head in my drop
It goes on and on and on and it dont stop
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
Ive 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
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
Wouldve felt broke if you couldnt get your change
Now its 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 aint 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
Im like the reason yall niggas cant eat this year
Got your bitch breakin her neck to peep this here
Cmon... uh huh... cmon
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
Ive 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
Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on...
Yo, Shorty... tell your friends yall aint fuckin with us...
Aww man... look... he aint mean that shit...
Cmon thats just records... niggas is playin...
We wasnt serious and shit... |
write a song like 50 Cent
You know what this is | Uh
Uh huh
You know what this is
Imma let em run around one more time
I drop sumpin on yall
Its like... its like
Whats it like?
My microphones and Glock nines
Black? Im dipped in that
The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have
Run it, the illest, watch me become it
Im here, and took it bowling, like straight to the wig
Speak truth like kids, tell you what you dont know
Kobe? Yeah, hes real with the flow
Kick in the do wavin the four-four
All you heard was stop, cant take the hits no more
Ha, didnt know I had your block on SWAT?
Im CIA, yall nuttin but beat cops
I rock like my mas mean, name is cocaine
Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you cane
Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock?
Think again, you find you lost your mind and judgement
My confidence, springs from watching yall fall
Aw, forced to hustle, rap in charge
Imma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin
Yes, I am speakin, but I aint writin
So cold, I put the ice in nicest
You too broke to pay attention
My style is priceless
If you say murder that means Im a Thug Poet
If I say my mind kills that means Im a Thug Poet
If I say that Im a flock that means Im a Thug Poet
And when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet
Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of booze
Shanks and twos, its the gangstas, Langston Hughes
My poems about broken homes and Jesus pieces
Dope is the Popes in Rome
Poetical field, thug overtone, its like what, yo?
Bring it home, we both go gone
Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone
My life style, chromosomes frost, hope to clone
The crack lust, black dust, and the gat bust
The claps, the lackluster, memoirs of the black hustler
Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does
Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day
Its hard to reach, to smell God anyway
Money, think backdrop payin gray?
Man, rubber-gripped on that rainy day
Peep the way I came to play
One aim at the game, reign and stay
Every stain is straight from objective, insane
Ey just dont know, Im two ticks from blowing a hole through music
But Im more than pimp-whoring him for the street wise
You met the ren
Cuz I open neath in the weed, hydrogen
Jam my eyes to skin, guide some of our wisest men
Until the skies of sin
I pray for the day we see you rise again
Uh
Thug Poet Street analyst is this, the
Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to
Thug Poet Flows for your block, Hip-Hop
Thug Poet
Thug Poet
Aiyyo, everybody know 50 aint know how to act
I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats
Yall got fat while we starved, its my turn
Shit, I done felt how a slug burned, I still wont learn
Niggas in the hood a-tell ya 50 crazy
I had your moms screamin They done shot my baby
Son, I yap your shine, I clap the nine, I slap you
Im not one of them niggas you wanna fuck with
I spit the shit that make ya keep listenin
Keep my wrists glistenin
I left niggas alone and they still think Im dissin em
Im on some new shit, S-Type baby blue shit
Niggas talk behind my back but dont do shit
I aint looking for love, duke, Im looking for respect
I leave you with options, like die or hit the deck
Im a thug poet, you know what I came for, the dough
Clap-clap, yall niggas get the fuck on the floor, floor
Thug Poet |
write a song like 50 Cent
Where did you get this stuff? | Where did you get this stuff?
Columbia
Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I do a line?
Yeah, go ahead; fuck it, lets all do one
{All sniffing}
I cant feel my face
I mean I can touch it, but I cant feel it... inside
Cocaine – I know police is watchin
Cocaine – Hustlin, Im not stoppin
Cocaine – I got to get my money, you think shit is funny
Me Im bout my business – Cocaine
Columbian girl, Peruvian chick
She make the money roll and I love the bitch
Know she aint a virgin, but she pure
For the right price Ill let you fuck with her raw
A little like a pimp, Im your pusher man
She could make us both rich nigga, yes, she can
You want your own spot, lets talk locations
Then talk market and the public relations
Everybodys watchin
But no one talks about it
Right now – thats all it was, anything call it
She said Sex just aint the same without it
Cocaine – I know police is watchin
Cocaine – Hustlin, Im not stoppin
Cocaine – I got to get my money , you think shit is funny
Me Im bout my business – Cocaine
Every little step I take , you will be there
Every little step I make , well be together
So grateful , so faithful
Every gram in the hands more paper
Ill cut it, you sniff it, or smoke it, terrific
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
Cocaine – I know police is watchin
Cocaine – Hustlin, Im not stoppin
Cocaine – I got to get my money , you think shit is funny
Me Im bout my business – Cocaine
You niggas got a problem, yeah
A big motherfucking problem
At a minimum, Ima have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfucking head, ya dig?
Oh shit
Cocaine {echoes} |
write a song like 50 Cent
If I cant eat man if I cant shine | If I cant eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE
You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas aint 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 Im tryna air his ass out
Call the connect four times this nigga aint callin back
All of sudden hes pumpin now dat niggas aint 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 dont mean nuttin to me son Im 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
If I cant eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE |
write a song like 50 Cent
{this song borrows the beat and style from Raphael Saadiqs Be Here} | {this song borrows the beat and style from Raphael Saadiqs Be Here}
echo
YEAH!, youre 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)
-
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
You should be here wit me bitch
Girl you know you drive me crazy
Bitch,
-
Bright and early in the mornin come up short with my money
And for sure Ill kick your ass bitch
You fuckin with them other niggas
But you know you love the niggas, switch to a pimp bitch
You fit into my stable of hoes
You from Atlanta, Im from New York, but Im throwin them bows
Right here next to me
Girl I know you tired of fuckin for free
-
You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call
You should be down on your knees, tryin to break me off
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind
- {50 Cent}
Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer
Im a winner, Im aint a regular nigga, ho
Runnin wit a pro, I aint a beginner
Niggas know, what, you wanna percentage, no {Hell no}
Walkin the track, rain, hail, sleet, snow
Anythin to speed up the process of the cash flow {gotta get that money man}
Catchin a date, and breakinll keep me straight
Even if you gotta take it in the ass hole {you take it in the ass}
-
You should be that bitch that come
Everytime I call
You should be down on your knees
Tryin to break me off
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind
-
Uh, yeah,
Look, I dont really need you, I get my dough, bitch
I got some Coupes, I got some jeeps, I got some mo shit
I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos
I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels
Im internationally known, man everybody know me
Way down in McNolly, they feelin me wodie
, but you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C
Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP
, you should be here with me babe
You should be here with me babe
. Girl you know you drive me crazy
Girl you know you drive me crazy
You should be here with me babe
I just wanna drive ya babe
You should be here
I told yall motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin over this shit man
We run the hood
And we run these motherfuckin offices
Yall be wiling
If yall hear , the fuckin
Chase these crackers thats cuttin us right now
Man you still local
Im out the hood man , Cmon
You should be), you should be here with me babe
You should be here with me babe
. Girl you know you drive me crazy
Girl you know you drive me crazy
You should be here with me babe
I just wanna drive ya babe
You should be here |
write a song like 50 Cent
I make it feel brand new | Yeah, 50
I make it feel brand new
Yes they tell me
You make me feel brand new, ha ha
Fuck with me, yeah
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 .44s
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
Its hard to miss your team, just follow that dot then pop
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get the honies , here we go
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get the honies , here we go
Im 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 Im from the East
Im guessing Im bi-costal when Im on Dre beats
I get paper, stack paper, blow paper
Make paper, take paper, Im major
I cake up, new Jacob, nigga, wake up
You owe straight up, pay up or get sprayed up
M-O-N-E-Y, its all good with me
Cause finally I can afford the life of luxury
And I remember in the day mamma had to work so hard
Just to pay the rent, all the money spent
Had to get another job
And now were living in an eight room mansion on the hill
And we sipping on, sipping on champagne when we chill
And we riding the Lex, Coupe, Beamers and the Benz
All over the world from the East to the West coast were making ends
See, we do it
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get the honies , here we go
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get the honies , here we go
The show is what we live for cause we love to sing
We gonna freak you up and down
Its how we do our thing
And to the ladies in the house tonight
Looking fly, you got it right
Its gonna be an after party and Ive got to have somebody
And take her to my eighteen room mansion on the hill
Well be sipping on Champagne when we chill
And were riding in the Lex, Coupe, Beamer and the Benz
All the players from the East to the West Coast, were making ends
This is why we do it
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get the honies , here we go
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get the honies , here we go
One for the money
Two for the show, three to get the honies
here we go
One for the money
Two for the show, three to get the honies
, here we go
Why we sing? Why we sing?
Its the joy it brings , joy it brings
You know that you like our style, the reason why, yeah
(You gotta hear me when this shit is playing
And Im in the shower, man)
The reason why we do what we do
See we got a love for the music
Simple as one, two, three, sing it
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get the honies , here we go
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get the honies, here we go
Man, you gonna be able to play this tape
Until I hear this shit coming outta every car, man |
write a song like 50 Cent
Remo the Hitmaker, woah-woah, the West | Remo the Hitmaker, woah-woah, the West
Never would you think Id get this far
But I just keep grindin harder
Ive been down so many times before
If you only knew the pain that I endured
Ive had some people turn they backs on me
A few held me down and most didnt believe
But a nigga didnt give up
When I put on I do it for yall
You dont know the things that I went through
Had the heart and soul with everything I do
It took so long just to get me here
And out of all the people why you mad at me?
Why you mad at me for?
Why you mad at me for?
Why you mad at me for?
Why you mad at me for?
Why you mad at me for?
Is it the Bentley, the Rolls?
The i8 when the doors flip open?
Its fly, fly, niggas hatin and why, why?
Got all the threads on fleek, I dont rock none cheap
Fuck with your bitch for the nights, she aint the type I keep
Im pushin life to the limits, why you mad at me?
Go head, nigga, trip if you want, I got a mag with me
I aint with the talkin, bitch, I dont give no fucks
Niggas talk that gangsta shit, I dont see em pullin up
Ta-tattoos and bullet wounds, little nigga, we been in this shit
You can get it started if you want, but we gon finish it
You dont like to see a nigga out here tryin to eat, right?
Youd rather push us til we at you with the heat like...
You dont know the things that I went through
Had the heart and soul with everything I do
It took so long just to get me here
And out of all the people why you mad at me?
Why you mad at me for?
Why you mad at me for?
Why you mad at me for?
Why you mad at me for?
Why you mad at me for?
You dont know the things that I went through
Had the heart and soul with everything I do
It took so long just to get me here
And out of all the people why you mad at me? |
write a song like 50 Cent
G-Unit! Yeah! You better kill me! | G-Unit! Yeah! You better kill me!
50, lemme get these niggas!
Get ’em Buck!
I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat
I’m in too deep, I can’t say fuck the streets
I need some sleep, the fiends still comin’
Bush ’bout to blow this bitch up. Better get money
Dead bodys get picked up. On daily routines now
Niggas we’re digital, but they work triple beams now
I’m livin’ for me now, cuz I done went to war with the other side
Lucky me, cuz the enemies mother and brother died
Hot shot gun shell’s and teflon chest plate’s
It’s tatt’ed on my arm nigga, thugin’ till my death day
Y’all niggas just wait, right after my court date
It’s gonna get grimey, like New York say
Bitch niggas horse play, real niggas gon’ spray
Bang the fo’, change clothes, and come back the same day
Better holla mayday, cuz we comin’
And we gunnin’ at any muthafucka want sumthin’
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga, and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas’ll put a hole in ya ass, and that’s real
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga, and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas’ll put a hole in ya ass, and that’s real
I’m already dead, can’t kill me nigga
And even if I do die, I’m still gon’ kill ya
I’m unfamiliar with alot of these soldiers
I go out in the road, and niggas think that it’s over
Runnin’, the fiends all puttin too much soda on the D’
You would think niggas know, cuz they older than me
Been here longer than me, and still piecein’ a ounce out
How can ya’ be a birdman, if you don’t know how to count
It’s back to the black gloves, and home invasions
Puttin’ holes in a nigga, the size of a gold Dayton
No I’m not waitin on nothin, no more
Eather you pay me what you wwe me, or I’m cuttin’ ya throat
Nigga ya baby momma know me, go and ask the ho
How I done tied her ass up over a bag of dope
I’ll be glad to go to the pen over revenge
I’m comin’ out the same way, a nigga went in
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga, and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas’ll put a hole in ya ass, and that’s real
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga, and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas’ll put a hole in ya ass, and that’s real
Boom! G-Unit! We on some military shit nigga
You better kill us all, cuz we commin’
Muthafucka’s! |
write a song like 50 Cent
If you trying to leave then go ahead leave | Eh, eh, eh-eh
T-Pain
WY Records
Señorita, hemos regresado
Doble, Yandel
50
If you trying to leave then go ahead leave
Then if you gonna go, where you gonna go?
Feels like Im out here reaching
Cuz Im trying to teach you theirs so many things that you dont know
Said I was your closest friend and whos closer then?
I wasnt close enough to try again
I told I need you to breathe and you still wanna leave
This shit I cant comprehend
You know, I confuse myself trying to figure you out
Now tell me whats this really about
How your head get so full of doubt
It feels negative everything out your mouth, baby, cmon
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
Sigue prendía la Cherry
Yo ando con mi shorty
Pasándola bien chillin
Chillin
Chillin
Hangueando con la bori
Bebiéndome una Henny
De camino pal party, party, party
Why did we have to go, both in our separate ways
Didnt you stop to think about me almost every day
I think about you and I say, you were made just for me
Even you perfect imperfections fit me perfectly
Imma be what you need girl
Leave to me you better believe that
You thinking you need to breath and I need to leave and I cant believe that
Soon you will be back
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
I dont want anything to stop
No shawty you just too hot
For me-me-me baby-by-by, no-oh-oh
Girl, your not the same
Your in love with T-Pain
And I cant play this game anymore
I wanna keep on jumping around
Watching your booty hit the ground
Cuz I can do that and we can go back to where I live and keep it pumpin
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
Su brillo me enloquece
Su olor me da la musa
Para ponerme creativo
Y mientras más yo sigo
Con ella más me motivo
Y mis sentidos se ponen sensitivos
Ella se prende, se maquilla, se viste
Se monta en el carro y se enciende
Mami, caliente
Borrachos los do haciendo cosita diferentes
Yo te veo y tengo un deseo
Móntate en la nave pa darte un paseo
Con su meneo, meneo, meneo, meneo
Ella me calma y yo me olvido del tiroteo
Tiene truco, y anda en el Mercedes buscando quien la descongele
Ella llega a la mansión tres niveles
Y en la cama caliente
Se pone agresiva y no hay quien la pare
Ella enseguida quiere hacer maldade
Que la acorrale
Que la tire, la hale
Que todo se vale
Que dispare
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
Elemental, Yandel, los líderes trabajan con los líderes
Colegas, estamos con el sniper desde arriba, jajajajaja
Sus movimientos todavía son erráticos
¡Wisin & Yandel!
The warriors!
Jajajajaja
T-Pain
Victor El Nasi
Nesty
W, Yandel
En conexión con 50 Cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los número uno, jajajajaja
Seguimos controlando a los químicos en conexión con Hyde
La Gerencia |
write a song like 50 Cent
I might be the crookest nigga movin around with 3 felonies | Yeah
Feels good
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
Its Ferrari
Nigga, my name hold weight, like a diesel nigga on a bitch pressed up state
Heres my number, 94R6378
In case you thought the shit I say in my lines fake
I make a mess in the mess hall - cause a brawl
Caught you catchin no charge; oh God
Whys my life so hard?
Cause I aint book-smart, they think Im 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 times mine, punk
Cut you from ear to ear,
Im a rider
Wherever Im in or out, Im me
Whether Im locked or Im free
Whatever Im at, Im who I be
You know you wanna be a rider like me
Im a rider
Wherever Im in or out, Im me
Whether Im locked or Im free
Whatever Im at, Im who I be
You know you wanna be a rider like me
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 Im 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, Im fucked up
Every Tuesday Im in parole, listenin to niggas
Lyin through they teeth bout how they holdin fingers
You make police contact?
Stayin out of trouble?
Got a job yet?
Im still sellin dope
Im 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 whats up
All that drug program shit be slowin me up
Im a rider
Wherever Im in or out, Im me
Whether Im locked or Im free
Whatever Im at, Im who I be
You know you wanna be a rider like me
Im a rider
Wherever Im in or out, Im me
Whether Im locked or Im free
Whatever Im at, Im who I be
You know you wanna be a rider like me |
write a song like 50 Cent
Can I get an encore | Sh-sh-sh-shady
Aftermath, haha
G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha
Ive become so numb
Can I get an encore
Do you want more
Ive become so numb
Can I get an encore
Do you want more
Ive become so numb
Can I get an encore
Do you want more
Get your ass up for the doctor
One more time, get your ass up for the doctor
Come on now, here we go
Cliff hanger, its another club banger
Got you hangin on the edge of your seat
Get on down
Times up, games over, you lose, I win
bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Ooh yeah, new year, next phase, begin
Look whos got you goin crazy again
Im a trend, I set one every time Im in
I go out and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means your something that we already had
But once youre gone, you dont come back, too bad
Youre off the map now, radar cant even find you
We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
We walk around just playin the violin behind you
Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin
Sit and observe, listen, youll learn if you pay attention
Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond
World-wide, were on the charts with a bullet and still climbin
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need yall to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Scream one last time
When Dr. Dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk
Crunk, crunk, crunk
And when 50 cent says jump, you get on one foot and jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it
I dont gotta promote it for you to know that doc is off the benches
We keep the party rockin off the henges
We aint showin off, we just goin off popular consensus
But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk
Doc is all washed up, knock it off
Who the fck is Doc impressin?
Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin
So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record
We gon have this mutherfcker hoppin in a second
Thats why we always save the best cut last
To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass
Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers
Whom if it wasnt for rap to bridge the gap
Maybe raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces
Grace the cover of Rolling Stone pages
Broke down barriers of language and races
Just call on the cape crusaders
And leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic
And we can play the back and forth all day
Like the hot potato game, thats why we came to
First we came here to set this party off right
Lets bounce tonight
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
Ive become so numb
So for one last time I need yall to roar
One last time I need yall to roar
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
And every second I waste is more than I can take
Ive become so numb I cant feel you there
Ive become so tired so much more aware
Im becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Ive become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more
Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do
We make the club jump everywhere we go
Its no secret, everybody know
When Dres involved, theres plenty money involved
And plenty honeys involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees
Cali, everyday its just another party from the valleys
All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, lets rally
Hands up for the grand finale
Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak
Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week
You could catch me in the studio bangin out the beats to
Provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker
So never say never cause Shady Aftermath together
Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the-the Doc
No one could do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a strand of evidence and uh
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need yall to roar
Ive become so numb
So for one last time I need yall to roar
One last time I need yall to roar |
write a song like 50 Cent
And to think, I let you breathe | Disrespectful
And to think, I let you breathe
Now youre dead
Theres no war without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker youll see
Death around the corner
Is that my dawg, that slapped that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around Ill get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
Its a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the Gemstars to rip em, hundred shots to clip em
Body bags they zip em, and we dont know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think its over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, bang, bang, bang
Theres no war without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker youll see
Death around the corner
Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil nigga evry night is war
Ride like a Lambo, stunt like Im out of town
Strapped like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Give everything up I wont, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I cant, Im outside his camp
Im bout a dollar boy and dollar billsll kill
Kill that bullshit, Im famous but Im ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
Youll see em fadin away, thats all Im able to say
Theres no war without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker youll see
Death around the corner
Yeah, its the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
In front of the White House for all I care
I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day its the GT, stunt off of G.P
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mossberg pumpin
Im stuntin, focused like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on? Im a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on
Theres no war without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker youll see
Death around the corner
Death around the corner, corner |
write a song like 50 Cent
Sprinkle a little 2Pac on it | Sprinkle a little 2Pac on it
Im legendary Im necessary
They call me Ferrari they call me 50
Call me big homie
Hah
I got a bad bitch over the crib, Im finna pop her off
Nigga call me in 30 I beat her and dropped her off
Its 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
Thats what they do after that choppa get to choppin off
They say a nigga off, and think a nigga off
Im on the runway one way takin off
I tell a chick, pay a pimp, bitch, break it off
I smack a ho, that aint shit bitch, shake it off
Off and on, these niggas be off and on
And it go
And it go
Off and on, me, Im never off, Im on
And it go
And it go
Go head and ask about 50s Ferrari, I never take a loss
Im a boss, tell niggas to let it off, set it off
Diamond cloth, flush lawn, its floss at all costs
God damnit it all costs, get it now, half off
Diamond stud show off, niggas swag is so off
They stunt till I go off, the 6 hour blow off
My wahi mahi-mahi teriyaki Im so cocky
Who the fuck out here to stop me, nigga haters sit and watch me
And it seem like it is but its not the same man niggas aint 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 cant keep a secret man
Off and on, these niggas be off and on
And it go
And it go
Off and on, me, Im never off, Im on
And it go
And it go |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah! Yeah! Its Tim-Unit Nigga | Yeah! Yeah! Its Tim-Unit Nigga
Yeah! You know I like how I sound on that nigga! Huh!
Ugh, nigga, your time is up, I aint come to kid you
I knew you niggas was dumb, but how dumb is you?
Thinkin you could see the king when you unofficial
You dont wanna go to war cause I launch these missiles
Im a ride or die nigga, I be tearin shit up
We aint like them other fools, so dont compare em to us
All the hoes love a nigga, they be backin it up
But me, I love money, I be stackin it up
When my bandwagon pull up, they hop on board
They hop right on mine and hop right off yours
I get respect, homie, all across the board
I get a quarter mil a track without an award
Ever wanna test a nigga? Then come see me
In the street, I hold my ground like Im concrete
I know shit aint sweet, so when shit get deep
Im rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep, nigga
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me
You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me
You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me
Yeah! Nigga, you violate, I regulate, rata-tat-tat
Bigger shells, they fit in that banana clip jack
Run and the bullseye form on your back
Hard to miss with a full clip in the mac
I got ammo, ammo, I load, reload
Cut a nigga quick, yeah, my knife game lethal
That tough guy shit, nigga, thats what I see through
You like a three-course meal, motherfucker, I eat you
You food, and Im in the mood
So front, I let the hammer fly
Nigga, you could duck, run for cover or die
Your choice, you choose, I pop, you move
Like you aint shot, you been shot
Nigga, your blood on the street
You up shits creek, you can hardly speak
You startin to get weak, your eyes close, your life flash
Your hearts slow, your heart stop, yo ass dead, youre fucked, kid
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me
You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me
You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me
Im like Nicolas Cage, Yay is the Ghost Rider
P89, yeah, I like my toast lighter
Costa Rica to Brazil, I got my hoes in the Lear
While your bitch bald-headed like Britney Spears
Im in the projects, gettin dope and piff money
Two more flips, thats Anna Nicole Smith money
Fuck a G4, Im in a G500, G450, G550
Thats airplane talk, Im the aviator man
Baby AR, shoot your baby out your hands
Spaghetti and corn bread mix got me blunted
This ho talkin bout she dont fuck on a empty stomach
Buy out the mall and hug the block
A hundred thou woodgrain in a Phantom drop
Then I cruise in the club, got my Rug in the club
Pay the bouncer a buck, now my uz in the club, yeah, nigga!
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me
You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me
You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me |
write a song like 50 Cent
While rubbing elbows in the hills of high society | 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
Look, I don’t need no bitch niggas surrounding me
Get caught, you better stick to the codes that you provided, b
If you dont plead the 5th you get your whole shit split
So called kingpins get real money to snitch
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
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
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
I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed
Got niggas thatll do the shit just cause they bored
Man I ain’t even gotta tell niggas what for
You think you cool but I swat your type of fly
Yeah you crossed your Ts but you forgot your Is
That’s why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya
Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of
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
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
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 Im a
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 dont even wanna chat no more |
write a song like 50 Cent
WHY HAVENT YOU LEARNED ANYTHING!!! | WHY HAVENT YOU LEARNED ANYTHING!!!
Uh, uh, uh
One two one two
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nigga I run
Nigga G-Unit is
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 aint 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 dont get em
They gon kill us all
Man Puffy know who hit that nigga
Man that nigga soft
He scared them boys from the Westsidell break him off
Dump on his ass
So he run to Harlem shake em off
Nigga I run
Nigga G-Unit is
Nigga I run
Nigga G-Unit is
Oh I guess this means
I wont be invited to the white parties
In the Hamptons
I dont give a fuck
I dont wanna hang out with you punk ass no way
Get me motherfucking running around
This nigga Ma$e
Now you wanna play games
Dont wanna make the deal nigga
Man Ill fuck your shit up nigga
Is you crazy nigga
Matter fact you know what
I dont 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 dont know why you doing what you trying to do
Why you want to make me tell everybody what Misa told me
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... |
write a song like 50 Cent
Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! | Fix your motherfuckin face nigga!
Look at these fuckin chimpanzees
Bunch of fuckin monkeys...
I been shot, I been stabbed, I took all that I have to give
And I never ran, never have, just so all you niggas can live
I never thought there would come a day
When my people would turn me away
And it really tears me apart, cause I deserve a Purple Heart
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
I, I showed you what a soldiers about, nigga you should salute me
Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it
The hood know Im the dude that governed it
Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my semen
Aint my fault yall got stuck in it
Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they love me
Then they hate me; Im through with shenanigans
I dont care if dudes aint a fan of him
Cant checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin
Talkin bout they wan go somewhere to meet me
Man they just wan go somewhere to meet me
Easy dont involve cops in it
Got the key to my city, how the FUCK you think you got locked in it?
Bitch!
21 Rugers on the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin
Bloody funds is what murder money becomes
21 bodies on all 21 guns
You from the D and you dont fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the internet fuck with me the same
So later for that punk shit, cause nigga Ill smoke you
Thats why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggasll spray you up before they wet your lady up
Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up
And Im in line with the bread
I hold niggas down doin time in the feds, Pharoahe, talk to em
I been shot, I been stabbed, I took all that I have to give
And I never ran, never have, just so all you niggas can live
I never thought there would come a day
When my people would turn me away
And it really tears me apart, cause I deserve a Purple Heart
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
I, I showed you what a soldiers about, nigga you should salute me
Properly greet a general
Id have to take steps down to be on a pedestal
I am what the 1-8 after the 7 do
Give it my all but you want more, you lil beggar you!
Mean its terrible, I showed hip-hop anyones edible
Never give somethin thats not respectable
Never spit somethin thats not incredible
Never sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal
I done fucked up movements like cerebral palsy
You dont know me, dont pause me - Ill throw lead at you
Mean I earned every stripe and you know it
When you see me put yo hand on yo head and push it forward
Before shots land on your head and push it forward
Eastside Long Beach, Im only pushin four words
I organize a street massacre
You haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya
Out of town, hundred pound weed trafficker
Got niggas rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa
I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part
Like my Grape Street niggas I got a Purple Heart
I kill your bitch at the beauty salon on Windham
They take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow
Waitin for you to run out and say somethin
Come out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin
Bloaw! So move now
I been shot, I been stabbed, I took all that I have to give
And I never ran, never have, just so all you niggas can live
I never thought there would come a day
When my people would turn me away
And it really tears me apart, cause I deserve a Purple Heart
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
I, I showed you what a soldiers about, nigga you should salute me |
write a song like 50 Cent
She want to sex me of course | She want to sex me of course
Cause I pull up in a Porsche
I make love to the money
But she can’t one stop my voice
Got a shit load of hundreds
Got a bag full of loud
Got a hand full of 20’s
I threw that shit in the crowd
I’m playing 50 and Gucci
Don’t play with 50 or Gucci
Cause they got goonies that do you
That hit your ass with the uzi
All my fans protest at my most recent arrest
I smoke nothing but the best
Here a toast of success
And little mama want to creep with me
I know she want to sleep with me
It gotta be the g in me
Cause aint no R&B in me
Mr. Icecream man call me Mr. TMZ
Like a blindfolded man niggas aint seeing me
It’s Gucci
I just brought a drop just recently
I killed the parking lot just recently
I just brought a whip just recently
I made another flip just recently
I just bust a check just recently
I bust a bad bitch just recently
I’m screaming out “who want a piece of me?!”
I just got a deal just recently
50 and Gucci nigga this shit equals bread
Homie fuck with the paper, Im trying to take off your head
We get the check from the music, we get the cash from the trap
When it comes to the money nigga we right where its at
Where it at! where it at! where it at! where it at! here it is!
The sickest shit, we filthy fucking nigga rich
Always on some crazy shit, blame it on some baby shit
Lambo round that autobahn, speeding like I bought a lot
Aint got to talk to get a bitch, what you think we bought it for
Catch me riding solo, you know I got the strap
That pistol like them pills ho you know im popping that
I hit that button on your block and drop the top on my convertible
I’m known to find a nosey rat but aint nobody heard of you
They call me king, cha-ching that money coming in
Man everything I seen is over cause I’m hood
My pinky ring, thats stacks, man thats a hundred racks
The way it bling makes dope boys want to move crack
I just brought a drop just recently
I killed the parking lot just recently
I just brought a whip just recently
I made another flip just recently
I just bust a check just recently
I bust a bad bitch just recently
I’m screaming out “who want a piece of me?!”
I just got a deal just recently |
write a song like 50 Cent
Every time Im in the kitchen, you in the kitchen | Every time Im in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin
But Im on a mission, you see, theres money that Im missin
I got em posted, told em Move and Ima murder yall
You and all the trouble goin through by servin yall
And only cause my man heard of yall
Other than that, shit, yall wont get served at all
I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
And yo, my neck upgraded, my wrists upgraded
I stay C of F, I aint got time for Jacob
Im still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican standoff
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
Thats why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
Thats why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
I put the two mags up to your durag and rock-a-bye baby
Im in the blue Jag with new tags in case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles
Need to be takin your connection cause we got it cheaper
Shit I aint new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser
And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
Your hollerin for praise ya
Catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
And the swallow game major
These cowards aint gangsta
They tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And they aint felons, they fiends
Plus they rat, and its too hot to chill in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and still on the run
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
Thats why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
Thats why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo
You feelin hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you dont got no whip, I get you a car
If you dont got no skills, I get your some bars
My nigga, we dont cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, play us awful hard
My 22s bling, so niggas scheme
745 I clean, digital scale nigga, fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, dro to smoke, I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I aint Scarface, no women, no kids, I dont give a fuck
Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck
With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel what talons do to ya
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
Thats why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin
A little bit of ecstasy
Thats why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything |
write a song like 50 Cent
Ayo, whats up, its 50 Cent | Uh, yeah
Ayo, whats up, its 50 Cent
Its Murda Mixtape Vol. 3
Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong, nigga
Take that
Niggas dont wanna see 50 on a track
I got these cats that rap scared of me like Im Haitian Jack
Fuck that, if I was you, Id 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 Im running from Jake
I make no mistakes, look I need extra papes
My man up North, need the new Stretch mixtape
Im physically fit -- nah, for real, son, Im 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 yall niggas to get off my dick
My description in three words real witty cat
Im in the club in ATL, Im where the titties at
What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Armstrong
Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga
What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how its going down |
write a song like 50 Cent
Ill give you something to talk about | Ill give you something to talk about
Come around me fronting Ill air you out, I go off
I dont shoot shit off dog I gun it down
Walk up on niggas and run em down
Pull a stock out that K throw a hundred rounds
Wont stop til your box lowered underground
Put you in the urn, your bones will burn
The rap guerilla the wack rap ringtone killer
Im here, to find a nigga equally realer its rare
You can meet me in the square if you dare to come near
I have no morals, just a whole lotta piss
And a dick for you, bullets and a clip for you
This the ignorance at least it looks that way
When you witness it kill at witnesses
Bury the hatchet, matter of fact bury the casket
Kill niggas bury the ratchet
Pick it back up if I have to, I used to bump niggas
And pump niggas out for the practice
The shit starter, the shit finisher, I dont know whats harder
When they release ya or when they sentence ya
The realness, back like I promised
Ready to dig a nigga shit like a colonic, I go off
I know its them again from last time remember them
They cant believe we back up in the club
Because you sippin on that Henny and my bitch will get the semi
And you fuck with me Im gon let it off
I go off! Off in this bitch like its legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get it if we dont believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big Pop, of the prop on deck
Versace or LVs on the specks
My Gucc Los light up the ground when I step
Look beat it, the kid aint mine I contest
I suggest, you aim above neck
The vest cover the chest the pine cover the Heck-
-ler and Koch, I dont rock for the cops
Horse with the stick in the hands of the jock
Everyday gear that I wear on the block
Can you picture me rolling?
Who shot ya!? Who want beef with Big Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you like Chaka Khan Im the don
Make niggas talk through the wire like Kan
A trip to the morgue turn a duck to a dime
You can catch me on my shit, stuck to a grind
On a mission, tryna turn a buck outta dime
Or in the kitchen, tryna turn a fuck outta nine
Nigga listen, I earned every buck that was mine
I aint never cry over a fuckin dime dont make me go off
I know its them again from last time remember them
They cant believe we back up in the club
Because you sippin on that Henny and my bitch will get the semi
And you fuck with me Im gon let it off
I go off! Off in this bitch like its legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get it if we dont believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
First gear pop the clutch
Second gear throw it up, third gear Im on stuck
Fourth gear Im at Twelve OClock
I know I probably get it in, twelve a block
But its price to low some Im scared to cop
Guns a blow, and I aint scared to pop
I know niggas upstate doin life in the box
I know niggas upstate doin life with they pops
Its the bully whether you like it or not
The chain cool but you dont look right in a watch
So give it up smooth, yeah or the riflell pop
Well get you some shoes, probably look nice in the box
Flow smooth, light on my feet like Heav D
Money Earnin all day but I aint from Mount V
Just threw a bell on the scale of the tree
I dont know make em two hundred every pea
Without rap I could double on a D
Shitt, make it snow in a blizzard like Jeez
You dont know a noone nother like Sige
You dont really wanna see me in the streets dont make me go off
I know its them again from last time remember them
They cant believe we back up in the club
Because you sippin on that Henny and my bitch will get the semi
And you fuck with me Im gon let it off
I go off! Off in this bitch like its legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get it if we dont believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Ill give you something to talk about, I go off
Come around me fronting Ill air you out, I go off
YEAH!!!! YOU CHANGED MAN!!!!!
YOU LET THE MONEY CHANGE YOU JAY!!!
YOU USED TO BE, FROM MARCY NIGGA!!!!
NOW YOU A PASS THE GREY POUPON ASS NIGGA!!!
YOU DONT WANT THE SHOOTERS!!!! ILL TAKE EM!!!
NIGGA YOU FEED THE WOLVES AND THE WOLVES FEED OFF YOU!!!
EAT YOU ASS ALIVE! I LIVE BY CONRADS CREED, STRATEGY!
YOUR MOVE NIGGA!!!! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yall niggas spend too much time watchin flicks | Yall niggas spend too much time watchin flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
But when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell crack out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
Im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I dont dream now that Im livin, Im out to get it
My truck an ak can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the vmas
Kilos in a gram, pos be my fans
Thats why Im overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it
cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
You know you messin with a nigga that do this for a livin
Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggas mouth like Whos u dissin?
We give for they knew who you was missin, nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin ya name
Even then I feel its like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream Please not my baby!
Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin its too much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin jail in 91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian
A country nigga still lookin for a New York hoe
About to kill these niggas with this New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you gon go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada Ive never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like What Up? and they was like Uh-Oh!
I aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin bout what you finna do nigga
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah thats right this is spaghetti
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix cds and treat em like album shit
Our albums, we treat em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin up dresses
On the dance flo the Hennessee it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon fuckin blow
When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin hoes
cause its a gang of us and we ready to go
cause after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun
Get it teflon don, ak-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
Niggas shittin on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays fuck me, kick em out when they try to get touchy
Qb/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to
Like 50s beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherfuckin ask them kids
Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt
You about to witness an M. O. P thug out
And for you niggas hatin listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga
Fuck a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherfuckers take it easy like sunday mornin
Put em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we fuck em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the fuck yall think..
Niggas aint got nuttin on me, everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon clap
And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matterfact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but Im accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy
Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv
Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
A milly will make your body looker look all measly
Ya bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo
I aint ridin around with a Dodo thats a No-No
Momma taught me better than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me
The hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apologee, Im probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin with my weapon, cause they dont check em up
I know niggas from round there and they dont check us
All of the niggas was fans when I met em, just waitin in the wind for niggas to come and get em
On my next album, Ima have some fun wit em, spank em all around so everybody forget em
They Envy, cause I got the hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
Im the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater n black on
Its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all fucked up..
Im finna kill few of you mother fuckers man..
Know what Im sayin? Watch ya niggas say somethin smart out ya mouth, boy
You better stop usin ya mouth, before I help you not be able to use ya mouth Mother fucker! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yo, niggas be asking me Yo 50, who you got beef with? | Yo, niggas be asking me Yo 50, who you got beef with?
Ima tell yall niggas straight up who I got beef with, right
Man, I got beef wit errybody I cant make no money with, know what I mean?
If I cant make no money wit you, fuck you nigga!
G-Unit nigga!
Thats whats up cause I said thats whats up
I gets money, money I got
So its a 100 grams or better when Im going to cop
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little doja
And my down bitch as a holster, like Im supposed to
Heavy pistol shellsll lift you
My gun tear through lungs and it rip through tissue
While Im out for them ends, you out for a rep
Thats 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 Im gon sell like the box office features
Niggas in the hood cant see G-UNIT!
But deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
Cause we got them three Bs: Benzes, burners, and bitches
And plus we on the road to the riches
You can say what you want about me
As long as you dont 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 dont 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
Lately, I been going through a phase
Hoping they aint tapped the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore, Im on the move from the squad
Im stingy as ever, only trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewels on a broad
Id rather put shoes on the card
And a pool in the yard
You dont 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
Ill leave you in water like the Statue of Liberty
Im tryin to be cool
Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
Keep rappin for your hood, Im rappin for Benzes
And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses
You can say what you want about me
As long as you dont 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 dont 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
Yall niggas gotta learn from me
What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G
Yall niggas gotta learn from me
What I learned from watching Brucie B
Look, I shot the sheriff
And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
Heres the plan, Ima keep stackin my ends
Till Im on airplane seats and the Maybachs benz
Im all about the chips
I done took them trips
22s on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them outta town niggas, Im chargin them more
I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
You sell smoke, look, nigga, I got what you need
But it aint 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
Were not the same, hes a lame
He want pussy Im 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 its 50, when your mindframe change and you start to run away
Ill see you another day motherfucker, its 50
When them shots go off and your heart drop, nigga freeze up, ease up, motherfucker its 50
You can say what you want about me
As long as you dont 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 dont 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 |
write a song like 50 Cent
G-G-Unit! haha, yo, yo | G-G-Unit! haha, yo, yo
I need no introduction, everybody
Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit
Im not Hi-Tek and Im not Kweli
You see me in the club, you better tell the bouncers to treat me special, Im somebody
Cause I get on that jack, in 5 minutes flat
Niggasll come back, shoot up your party
If I dont have fun, nobody havin none
Im tryin to holla at ya, come here shorty
Shout out to my nigga Juvie, Wackos here
Buck, my niggas from New Orleans, wodie
If we on the same page, when you see me on stage
You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me
You know how I get, Im still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga
I run around with the trey pound like its a sport
And call my name in the bench, while I sit in court
I got a million-dollar smile and a fist full of pesos
And the wrist so icy, it could light up a stage show
In the club , nigga, I stay holdin
Cause Im on point for them wolves, and sheep clothin
I play the bar with a double shot of Henny
Cause after this spot, its cheaters, and envy
Yeah, Banks, yeah
Look you aint got to like me, thats cool, I dont give a fuck
Quality time aint gonna put me in a bigger truck
Fuck kids, it aint my turn to be stressed
A bitch worse nightmare is a paternity test
Im too young to be faithful
If money means love, I hate you
I only trick on the first of April
Holla at me, if you thugged out shorty ready to fight you
Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the snub out for me
And if youre not dont even call me |
write a song like 50 Cent
I can tell that youre into me, uh | Oh, yeah
Oh
Hey
Ooh, oh
I can tell that youre into me, uh
Baby, its so plain to see
I can see it in your eyes
Youre paralyzed every time I pass you by
Youre the kind that gets your way, uh
Every minute, every single day
I can see it all in your face
Youre blown away
Cause I dont want you in my space
Youre struttin round here
Like you think that I cant do without you
You got some nerve to think that I would give up everything
Slow down, baby
And dont act crazy
Cause you know you can look all you want
But you just cant touch
So slow down, baby
Im not your lady
Boy, youre never gonna get it from me
Cause Im with someone
Slow it down
Slow it down
Ooh, slow, slow
After all of the games you play
Hows it feel to finally get a taste?
You can dish it out but can you take the bed youve made?
Go lie in it for a change
Im not fallin for your stupid lines
I know youve used em bout a thousand times
You say em like they were a nursery rhyme
But I wont buy it
Baby, dont you even try
Youre comin round here
Like you think that everythings about you
If you knew anything, youd realize I wear a ring
Slow down, baby
And dont act crazy
Cause you know you can look all you want
But you just cant touch
So slow down, baby
Im not your lady
Boy, youre never gonna get it from me
Cause Im with someone
Do you really wanna waste your time?
Dont you have better things to do with life?
Hey, hey, whoa
Listen, I dont wanna get you down
But I aint never gonna mess around
So how many ways do I have to say
Slow down, baby
And dont act crazy
Cause you know you can look all you want
But you just cant touch
So slow down, baby
Im not your lady
Boy, youre never gonna get it from me
Cause Im with someone
You better stop, slow down, baby
So slow down, baby
And dont act crazy
Cause you know you can look all you want
But you just cant touch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, hey-ey-ey
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh |
write a song like 50 Cent
Thats the sound of the man, cockin’ that thang - that thaaaang | Thats the sound of the man, cockin’ that thang - that thaaaang
Thats 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 Im on the edge
Im 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 Im 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, yall niggas is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name aint preacher
If you a pimp like kid, why the hoes dont 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
Problem child, Im 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
And why cant you be man enough
To tell me where youre comin from
{Verse2}
They say you can never repay the price for takin’ a mans life
Im in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
Im nice, yall niggas cant hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, yall niggas cant bang wit fifty
For evey bar in the rhyme, theres a shell and a nine
For every stone in the cross, theres 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 aint gon do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I dont need no help
Give me a knife, Ill get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, Ill take a fuckin car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me cuz they couldnt beat me one-on-one
{Verse 3}
I mustve 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, Ima tattoo it again
Im 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 dont live here
Nigga believe me when I say I don´t care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my lucks 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 Ima smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnt live in my tier |
write a song like 50 Cent
You gotta watch your face | You gotta watch your face
I got am million dollars for every bump in your face
And next year, youre gonna have an acne problem
Ahh! Yeah
Showtime, Im gonna make it look easy
I told niggas Im a hustler, its like they keep on forgetting
36 mil in eight months, you still think Im bullshitting?
Catch me on top of Fortunes Hot 100
Head of G-Unit Enterprises, still getting blunted
Went from selling crack to rap, thats two different games
But theyre parallel to each other, homie, so theyre quite the same
You know that crack spot so hot, you better off playing the block
Fiends cant 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 wont fuck with me
Thats why I got this attitude, nigga, dont say what up! to me
I took something heart-pumping, move and Ill 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 its with Henny, go for broke with the semi
Niggas talk behind my back, but they dont really want it with me
Pussy niggas pop shit; me, Im 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 Im a fuckin pimp
I was born a bad seed, I defied the odds
I aint play the hand that I was dealt, I switched the cards
Still I keep a poker face, frontin, Imma catch a case
Flip out, poke your face, youre laid out, now, what a waste
Im Super Fly, Ron ONeal of this rap shit
When that drama pop and you get shot
Lets see you bounce back, bitch
You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin
Ima have to chase you outta here
You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin
Ima have to chase you outta here
You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin
Ima have to chase you outta here
You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin
Ima have to chase you outta here |
write a song like 50 Cent
Tell me where you wanna go | Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Akon
K Camp
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
Ill be right here next to you
50, sit back, get comfortable
You tryna go shorty, we can take it there
Wrong way, get away, we can make it, yeah
Fly higher than the jet when the bomb burnin
Hittin in the same direction the world turnin
Progress, regardless, we get ahead
And you know I like it when you start givin me that
Pull up on me? Got me starin at your legs
Its mid-day, you make a nigga wanna go to bed
A ghetto girlll give her upper class swag
Have a Fendi monster hanging off a Kelly Bag
I say if she want it, just get it, dont think
They should burn the money like a joker in the bank
Ill get it right back, to me it aint a thang
Top down, feel a breeze in the fast lane
Get it on the next flip, live without limits
You a product, shit move without gimmicks
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
Ill be right here next to you
Baby, just be comfortable
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
Ill be right here next to you
Look, I aint worried too much bout shawty, no
Cause I know that she be workin
In the spare time shawty just countin dough
We all know shes important
Let me know if you gon ride for a fella
Me and you together super fly like propellers
I love to hold her bag and I told her about whatever
Get it while its good cause nothing last forever
G5 flight, lord oh my
Cant help to stare, every time you walk by
You got thang for a nigga I can see it in your eye
What I gotta do for a piece of tha pie
Tell me you feelin alright
Im tryna get with you tonight
Im with the shit that you like
Im with the shit that you like
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
Ill be right here next to you
Ohh, first let me say
You lookin gooder than a mahfucker
Ohh, just concentrate
On this wood like a mahfucker
Tell them fake ass niggas to give up that space cause a real nigga want it
Matter fact, sit your ass right back cause youre mine now, and you know it
Cause I see the pain on you
Do the thangs he aint gon do
That when he aint come through, its all the big picture frame on you
Spend too much time on yourself girl
You a bad bitch
Wont help if you laugh girl
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
Ill be right here next to you
Lets be real you know youre dealin with a real one
Lets be real you know youre dealin with a real one
Lets be real you know youre dealin with a real one
Mm, lets be real you know youre dealin with a real one
I aint gotta say it all the pretty bitches want it
When I get the chance Ima fuck you like I own it
Feel good comin from a real nigga, dont it?
When we in the bed I just tell jump up on it
Remy all wet falling right down your spine
I aint tryna front I just want it from behind
Hope you dont mind for the time girl you mine
Tell me one more time
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
Ill be right here next to you |
write a song like 50 Cent
New York City , you are now rackin with 50 Cent | New York City , you are now rackin with 50 Cent
Are you ready? I said are you ready?
See you with me nigga? Drop that!
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
G-UNIT! Somethin new, somethin new
Im not that nigga, in your video
Im not a trick, I dont love the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the low
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
Im not that nigga, that you think you know
I walk around with a big four four
You front on me, Im gonna get at you dog
I be right at your crib, waitin at your door
Comin up I aint 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
Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin
Hustle hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The older niggas really wasnt feelin the kid
Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib
But you cant 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
Nah nigga, aint nothin change nigga
Yeah Ive been gone for a minute, but Im back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SL, nigga Im doin good
Sometime I cant find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from Menace, look at the wheels
Im addicted to stuntin, now that Im holdin somethin
I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
Nigga you high or somethin
I dont play games, Im 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
Yeah, dont ever say I dont do nothin for you nigga
You know, uh, dont say I dont 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 Im sayin? Say I dont want it back, nigga dont try to use it
And dont get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that
In fact, I can see yall niggas now
Run around sayin, 50 gettin all this rap money, and he wont help us
Sit tight nigga Im 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, Im in a zone |
write a song like 50 Cent
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree | Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregnant by me once, glad she didnt 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 aint the sensitive type, I aint sit around crying
I caught the bitch on the avenue and punched her in the eye
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Janelle in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Ds 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
Im so into you baby we dont 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
Vicks spinning, Cheeks was the hottest rapper in the hood
I aint hate, but on the low I didnt 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 its all a part of the game
Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame
Its like every other summer I was back and forth to jail
Telling nanna Im copping out, so i dont need bail
Just the convesary put the money orders in the mail
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
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 Ima grind
As soon as I get out that paper what Im 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 its hot, Task out
TNT on the block, make yourself get knocked
I just love em and leave em, I dont give a fuck
I mean she didnt give a fuck, she had a nigga in my truck
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 love |
write a song like 50 Cent
I’m insane, yeah, shit changed | 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 aint never gonna change
I go load the wood in my cartier frames
This what happen when a bebe kid
Blow up, Im on out this bitch
I ball out bottles after bottles till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
Im on now, get my money long now
Looky here, nigga, you aint got it like me
If you dont like me
Do something
If you dont like me
Do something
Tell me why you dont like me, my chain too icy
The diamonds on my Breitling striking like lightning
Throwing cake on your wifey, she licking the icing
And uhts not even my birthday
She telling me she love me, I dont wanna be her pimp
Plus your ass aint sposed to be here in the first place
Nah, dance the Ali Key, let me hold some
Look Nigga, cause I know you I dont 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
Its my night, boy, better love till mor
Im 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
I ball out bottles after bottles till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
Im on now, get my money long now
Looky here, nigga, you aint got it like me
If you dont like me
Do something
If you dont like me
Do something |
write a song like 50 Cent
... and a , and take your money! | ... and a , and take your money!
All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money!
All I wanna do...
50!
Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Im the greatest!
First your hear the first shot - then you hear the second shot
By the time you hear the third shot you see a nigga DROP!
Then you hear the 4th shot! - The you hear the 5th shot!
.38 Revolver only hold six shots.
You know a robbery can turn into a homicide
Nigga dont co-operate we break him off proper like
Revolver get to spinnin, nigga you can spend the night
Planned operation! - Not communicating!
On the table weezin - respirator breathin
For your bitch-ass summer time is the killing season.
A lil Henny make the nigga wanna spray sumthin
Dare nigga say sumthin. - Muhfucka stay frontin
If thats jewelry they be knowing it be sumthin
Until them cats scrap and get to blow him for the money
Some got good aim, some got bad aim
So its bang bang! - Its all part of the game
Every hood is the same, different faces different names
Different crew different gangs! - Different is just the same
... and a , and take your money!
All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money!
All I wanna do ... and a , and take your money! {Whooooooooooo}
All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money!
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } {THISIS50.COM! }
M.I.A. Third World Democracy {SWAMMIES... ON DECK! }
Yeah! - I got more records than the KGB. {TONY YAYO! }
So uuuuh!
No funny business!
Some, some, some, I some murder
Some I some let goooooo!
Some, some, some, I some murder
Some I some let goooooo!
All I wanna do ... and a , and take your money!
All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money!
All I wanna do ... and a , and take your money!
All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money!
CANT FORGET...
DIVA!
DAMN! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Nobody get hurt if nobody dont move | 50 Cent; Lloyd Banks!
Nobody get hurt if nobody dont move
Just give it up smooth
Motherfucker you move Ill flash my tool
And blast my tool
Nigga you dont know me, and I dont know you
You think you know my crew
I been a problem since the old days, pimps and gold caps
Now Im in O.J. Simpson throwbacks
Yall 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
Im heavily shittin on any Tom Dick or Gregory
Nigga you better be strappin; they want you dead if you rappin
Im tryin to cave your head and your back in
Im 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 Im checked in, got a rollercoaster in the front
Imma post em when I stunt, the Sammy Sosa of the month
Better yet the whole season, nigga Im still breathin
Even though my dollars are green
I rap for the kids thats too poor to waste eggs on Halloween
Im 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 Im travelin and flossin
Havin a good time, and you havin a abortion
You sucker for love, gettin married and get divorced then
Cant even afford the batteries for your Walkman
Im out the hood, burnin Cali weed on Slausson
Where set trippin turn to tragedies and coffins
Look, I mean what Im sayin, you schemin Im sprayin
Your team end up layin, on the sofa screamin and prayin
Sayin, G-Unit niggas be rollin crazy, holdin 80s
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 Im 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 aint your baby daddy
She flippin, now he tryin to grab me out the navy Caddy
I aint 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 Im fuckin half your Motorola phone
Im swift with the women Im good with my words
A lot of, niggas is hatin on what I deserve Im 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!
Nobody get hurt if nobody dont move
Just give it up smooth
Motherfucker you move Ill flash my tool
And blast my tool
Nigga you dont know me, and I dont know you
You think you know my crew
I send a nigga that you thought you knew
To come through and put a hole in you
Lloyd Banks, ha ha!
50 Cent! I aint 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 dont count nigga
HA HA HA HA~! |
write a song like 50 Cent
The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1,2,3 | 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
I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got
I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got
Come on man Im 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! Im down for the jooks now whats up
Im 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, Im tryin to buy the mall
I aint came to get a little bit Im tryin to get it all
My new bitch a cool bitch Im fittin to make her spoiled
If my watch is right, my stocks is right
But dont be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight
Still gutter like a motherfucker
Chipped up dont be surprised when I grip up
You slip up you could get it
I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got
I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got
Uh! Bo knows but Diddy did it
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
I am chillin in Sean John denim
Nigga I dont walk nowhere Im 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 Im a Bad Boy, now lets get it, come on
I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got
I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got
Im a hustler, baby! Cant 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
Im already the goat, next stop is the billy
Young turbo, six speed 911
Im revvin, Im tryin not to spill my Merlot
When my girl go on world tour
Ladies, Im back on the street like Im out on a furlough
Im back clubbin, Ace of Spade bubblin
Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket?!
Im killin the block, most for whips
So Im killing the roof, like Michael Vick
Yeah, just call me Forbes.com
In case yall forgot, New York is still mine, I get it!
I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got
I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
I-I Get Money, Money I Got
Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got
HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!!
HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!!
HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!!
HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!! |
write a song like 50 Cent
50. Believe me, its easy. We number one effortlessly. This is the Unit | 50. Believe me, its easy. We number one effortlessly. This is the Unit
Pussy nigga come around me movin
Ill put a hollow through him
Ill leave your body oozin
I dont know who confused him
From PR to DR, niggas know who we are
They know how we do it, its the motherfucking Unit
Push the rock, move the yayo, stack paper like lego
Rap tornado, yeah, we fuck with Tego
He dont even speak Spanish, he a fraud
Joe really dont want drama, he a broad, see that cannon, oh Lord
That nigga get to talking to God
Like father forgive me for my sins and forgive me for my friends
If you give me one more chance I will not do this again
Why 50 never lose, man? He always wins
Its cause the block love us, you cocksucker
I got your number, this could be your last summer
Pussy nigga come around me movin
Ill put a hollow through him
Ill leave your body oozin
I dont know who confused him
Passports stamped up, money mesmerizing
Tropic horizon, juicy socializing
Oochie girl coniving, but Gucci girl poppin
Chloe bag, Chloe boots down to the stockings
I catch extras with extra toppings
Hunnid E-X, 50 dropped the top in
Aint no stoppin, G-Unit poppin
Audi R8, jake cannot stop him
Joe aint poppin, Khaled aint poppin
Fans see them and they not stoppin
Fans see me when Im hurr mate shoppin
Gucci shoppin, tags is poppin
Pussy nigga come around me movin
Ill put a hollow through him
Ill leave your body oozin
I dont know who confused him
You could take your white flag and stick it, Im different
Which means a nigga diss me we cant kick it
Matter of fact, a nigga diss me he diss himself
Im papa, Ill whoop these niggas, pick a belt
A clown wont bump heads with me, Hulk Hogan bold
Ill crush you like bugs on a open road
Another sixteen bars, another overload
Its hot out, and none of my shoes are open toes
You see a lot of bling on stage, its probably mine
I got four rings on me like the Audi sign
I take the elevator down, make the lobby shine
A nigga try to take whats mine, nigga, shotty time
Pussy nigga come around me movin
Ill put a hollow through him
Ill leave your body oozin
I dont know who confused him
That niggas a rat, son. You heard that nigga? Hes like, the truth wont come out. Donnie Brasco-ass nigga, man. You know who the fuck he is, man. He gonna be like, yo, Macho! They got us, come out from behind the car. Come on, man, they got us. Niggas sweet, man. The fuck is these niggas from? They make the Bronx look bad |
write a song like 50 Cent
You only had a few niggas | DJ SpinKing
Dolla $ign
You only had a few niggas
You aint rachet like them other bitches
You aint got no kids
You say youve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You aint got no kids
And you never had a dick this big
Give em long dick, I need a deep throat
Talking here while the heat throw
Shooting at her face like a free throw
Now girls want the freak show
I got that make you cum out of your body
Dick done got her 100 miles and running
Dick up in her, fucking up her stomach
Finger in her booty, Ima thumb it
Im up at Luvs and Im straight cashin
When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
She on whatever Im on, aint ask it
And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket
You only had a few niggas
You aint rachet like them other bitches
You aint got no kids
You say youve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You aint got no kids
And you never had a dick this big
Go head ask about me, she gon say Im the shit
I pop pills and I fucked her, I bet she never forget
I caught her fresh out the shower
You know the pussy is power
And Bryson Tiller went off, Ive been in that pussy an hour
Ay, these bitches fuck with me, wanna see em?
Theyve been all in my DM, nigga AM through the PM
Attract the bees with the honey
Get the hoes with the money
First the diamonds is blinking
Then the bitch get to thinking
I should fuck with a real nigga
Come up with a real nigga
Live it up with a real nigga
Grind till the paper all straight
Bag some up, sell some of the shit, weight, wait
You only had a few niggas
You aint rachet like them other bitches
You aint got no kids
You say youve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You aint got no kids
And you never had a dick this big
Girl take off them panties
Im a grown man, understand me
Yeah, hit her with the long dick
She take it to the throat like a bong rip
Yeah, all the way down
You keep coming like K rounds
Ass up, face down
Go deep in the bitch, make her say owww
I be stroking
You niggas jacking off with lotion
Niggas looking for a handout
Your bitch on the floor getting maxed out
Bam-bam-bow
Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh
You only had a few niggas
You aint rachet like them other bitches
You aint got no kids
You say youve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You aint got no kids
And you never had a dick this big
Come on
Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard
Spin we up |
write a song like 50 Cent
In my hood you get no points for your jumpshot | G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
In my hood you get no points for your jumpshot
As soon as the sun rise we back on the block
The stress got me feeling like an old man
And I stay on point for that red and gold van
Its a freelance performer Yayo, be a pro
Cause the flows been hot since G.I. Joe
Yo, my rhymesll have you nodding like war in the streets
So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats
Get at me, you really think you holding Big Daddy?
So wheres your indoor court and bowling alley?
I got heart like a Hoover Crip
But bust slugs like an Inglewood Blood
I mingle with thugs, my single gon buzz
Your boy export, get rid of the drugs
I still bag my dope up with a mask and some gloves
I used to have eight balls in my 8-ball jackets
Now a dawg Lex coupes like Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
Put carpet burns on these rats for several days
Till they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings legs
Im always with the biscuit
The only way I get blue balls is if a bitch had blue lipstick
You broke, rob more blocks
Cause you aint got to know how to breakdance
To wind up on a cardboard box
Im Guccied down to my socks, groupies hounding the spot
We perform at to keep goopies around for the cops
Shell be down for my watch, I aint generous or courteous
Im running from a dirty bitch, nigga, you thirty-six
You dont want it with the kid at all
Same shit, bigger bathroom, my niggas brawl
When we come after you it aint no gray shots
The SIG will leave a hole in your chest bigger than Flavor Flavs clock
You pussy, you wouldnt even pop the smallest chip
Cause on the inside you softer than a mozzarella stick, bitch
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
Im the leader of the new school now, nigga what?
I got a 44 bulldog, Ill tear your bitch ass up
I pop off nigga front, Ill put my knife in your gut
Have you in ICU screaming, ahh, Im cut
I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon
But I keep my pistol on me so my pants be saggin
Everytime Im in the house niggas grill a nigga
Cause they feel a nigga, Ill kill a nigga
You speeding, shorty, better stay in your lane
Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out your brains
Im the general, what? You salute me
Youse a dead man if you attempt to shoot me
I done lost some of my brains watching military flicks
Got the whole G-Unit on some military shit
Private Banks requesting permission to speak
Speak, nigga
Man, its dangerous when theres discipline involved in street niggas
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo | Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Yea...Niggas salute me
Uh huh
We takin over this shit
Yo
G Unitttt
G Unit soliders
Ride out
Whatcha say whatcha say?
G Unit solider
Ride out
Yea...Yea...
Im from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin
For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin
You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
Im stuck in the past
Shit changed since the 80s
I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
Out here its basketball and speedbags
And guns thatll stiffin you up like freeze tag
You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up
Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
While Im ridin on 20s in the chunky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
Youll lose 5 liters of blood a thugs a dead man
G Unit soliders
Ride out
G Unit solider
Ride out
Home of the new right here
G Unit soliders
Ride out
G Unit soliders
Ride out
Nigga...Nigga
Niggas know Im hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns
Still follow the code Gs up hoes down
I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
Dont pop-a-wheelie
I aint straight Im livin where its hot and sandy
And the Benzs complexion is cotton candy
I bounced up, thats the best part
You niggas dont know what pain is
The only scar on ya bodys a stretch mark
Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
Cause its liver than P-89s when we approachin
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 Im in the bathroom stall
Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
She got a gorgeous neck the way she toss this dick
G Unit soliders
Ride out
G Unit soliders
Ride out
50 whatcha say??
G Unit soliders
Ride out
G Unit soliders
Ride out
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
Im blowin niggas brains out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yea...it aint a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
G Unit klick
My nigga Proav L
Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
134 nigga
We got yall nigga
Yea...uh..uh |
write a song like 50 Cent
Come ride wit Trice, man | Yeah
Ride wit me
Come ride wit Trice, man
I brought my man wit me
Curtis Interscope Jack
Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif
Holla at em
Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be
It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be
It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
They say Obie Trice gone, look at him
Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him?
Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs
My nigga, listen, his transitions shows his ambitions
Nuttin less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing
Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher
Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures
Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches
Its hard to grasp the situation at hand
When you used to have to ask for digits
Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets
Classic isnt it? Coming from a past with a casket
Dips from beneathe the grass, so youre cremated to ashes
Nigga, created from the Craft, this is past fictious
Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen visit
And now the spotlights on Trice
But back when the spot life was Trice
I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite
Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white
To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal
But being across the ocean is la vida loca
And vada loco, Im in Janayo
Konecheewa in Tokyo, its sushi with eel
I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil
Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill
Now how real is he to come from where we get killed
To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out
I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be
Offering me the cooch-o, eating on ossobuco
Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin
And never get to see what the worlds offering
{50 Cent}
Yeah
Things change man
You know, get a chance to travel
See the world and you start to look at things a lil different
{Obie Trice}
You aint bullshitting
Cuz I aint never thought Id see it out the hood
Heh, look at a nigga now |
write a song like 50 Cent
This is how we do it | This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy
I made the A lean and pop to it, N.Y. pop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggas know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rings, diamond chains, diamonds on erythang
Mo flows, mo dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, dont trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party aint never over, niggas hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
Bitches recognize when Im walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, thats tossin him
And that four-do Porsche what Im flossin in
Im in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, Im gettin bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators
Bitch play cute, I dont get upset
Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
Im in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, Hes all right, but hes not ill!
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party aint over
Then its back to the crib, to cut shorty thats how we on it
The party aint over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon do what you wan do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin Glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggas on lockdown
They dont really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin
Im ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
Im so sicker, the flow liquor, youre broke nigga
I toast witcha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
Im just playin, unless you gon do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Dont pull that thing out unless you gon use it
Aint nobody bleedin, I guess its all music
Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggas just got 400 mil
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have her brain, I let her wear my chain
Im on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil Wayne
My Ten-a-Key timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party aint over
Then its back to the crib, to cut shorty thats how we on it
The party aint over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon do what you wan do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low |
write a song like 50 Cent
These niggas must not be cooking no coke | These niggas must not be cooking no coke
They aint cooking they just frontin you heard
These bitches must be used to being broke
Hand on the bible Imma man of my word
Well I got yayo for sale, I got kush for smoke
I aint said no shit, Imma push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes, Im talking bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like
Miracle whip it, spreadin the coke over the bread
Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the head
I let my white girl sniff it, it made her open up her legs
My nigga Rudolph snowed it until its nose turned red
A damn shame, Im the reason you cant find your vein
If your daddy stealin out your mommas purse, Im to blame
Tryna get that i8 but I gotta find the name
I aint got no credit, I just got cocaine
I mean these niggas was like hes paying car notes
Your wrist dont twist, thats the reason you are broke
You playin with the powder, you niggas is all jokes
Cmon dog your never gonna meet Carlos
Im plug for real, Im tryna feed yall coast
I dont believe your pictures nigga or read yall post
Your body language telling me youre broke
And plus Obama bout to go
I got my momma weighing up the dope
Niggas know what drug money look like
All my jewels shine, nigga I dont need good light
All my bitches bad but my foreign a good type
S-Class bands but my Porsche had the hood like
That nigga rich, that nigga gets
Money motherfucker, he started with selling bricks
Well add a little extra, compress it to get the chips
But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks
The boy hide his grits, the boy pot aint grits
Might use a microwave if Im tryna do it quick
Tryna clock the yay and the fork, thats water whipped
And sit in on the paps, dry it, I lose a pinch
But what the fuck is the point when youre dealing with joints boy
Whole birds, covert with us, so no choice
Chillin in the jail, rappin to my brazil
I done chill so people wont tell
When I say Im back for spot, Im in the number one slot bitch
Lights and the cubans that will fuck up your optics
Im raw like sushi, eat the pussy, you chop stick
Niggas go wood, honey, Im home in the hood
Theres no need to test, this pure coke go get it gone
F&N in the palm, extendo in the jaw
You say you bout that bullshit, well come and get what you want
You niggas lookin malnutritioned
100 knots in the yacht, skate across the Pacific
Sposed to be out the loop, funny how I dont miss shit
Its all addin up, these niggas here on some sucker shit
The type niggas when money come I aint fuckin with
Now lets play, lets make a deal
Ill show up with the money and tell you who to kill
Now you say you get busy for real
Put niggas in the church, I pay you with the work |
write a song like 50 Cent
We in the 64, air horn blowing at my enemies | We in the 64, air horn blowing at my enemies
Bulletproof cap, I aint going out like Kennedy
50 got my fanbase growing out in Tennessee
Im getting so much head its drawing out my energy
Im touring now, I need enough weed to pass around
Somewhere around a half a pound of that Manhattan brown
Bitch, Im gonna sell records, I got a platinum sound
Ranned into half the town bandana wrapped around
Nah, we aint got no manners
And as far as the clips you know how gorillas feel about bananas
Acknowledge whenever we round
And as far as bouncing back Im like Ben Wallace on the rebound
You still spending 10 dollars on your weed, clown
You might lose your dick, its all kind of disease now
They aint OGs, they grumpy, old men
Riding round in a chunky old Benz, nigga, those ends
Im not the type to fall in love, make your hoes friends
I turn a friend to a ho, spend all the dough
Niggasll start fighting by the end of the show
I got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row, ya know
Get ya gun, we gon come for you, well lay ya ass out
The shells hit you knees, split ya, theres blood all on your couch
Didnt think niggas would really run up in your house
Hog tying ya mutherfucking kids and ya spouse
Bitch, give us the mutherfucking money and we out
This 45th shellll tear a fucking hole in ya blouse
Waiting for me to have a change of heart, you assed out
Kill every motherfucker up in this bitch and stamp out
Nigga, this is pressure, punks respect pressure
Catch ya stunting in something I want and Ill get ya
Go head ride through ya strip in your Benz on chrome
See if I wont run up in your motherfucking home
They say money make the world go round
Ive seen my knife work, I turn a clown smile to a frown
Squeeze and watch the barrel spin on the trey pound
Im a G-Unit gorilla, niggas know how I get down |
write a song like 50 Cent
You got to love it | Oh, Oh, Oh
GGGG G-Unit
Yeah
Its 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks
And Tony Yayo
Nigga
You got to love it
New York City
Ive been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears
Im doing my thing
I said Ive been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer
Damn, Im doing my thing
My chain is so heavy, I think its necessary
For me to talk about all of the stones in my bezey
I used to push a Chevy, I rather cop a Bentley
And stunt on these niggas till my tank on empty
This gangsta shit is in me, the money, I got plenty
I still hustle, but I dont cop jewels from Benny
I know a stripper named Jenny, a marked nigga named Vinny
A A&R named Lenny, a CEO named Diddy
50 is so witty, 50 is so high
50 got the fucking hood on lock, what
Ive been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears
Im doing my thing
I said Ive been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer
Damn, Im doing my thing
When Im knocking you down no one can save ya
From the other side of the door it sounds like you going through labor
My passport valid so Im going through Asia
Flying to Paris, stopping in Britain, shoppin and shittin
If you aint jumping off in the truck you walking
We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks
My name popping so im higher than the price
Bitch, Im about to make enough money to buy you a life
Ive been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears
Im doing my thing
I said Ive been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer
Damn, Im doing my thing
I got so many hoes that my pimp game nasty
The only time I dont fuck is in the AIDS capital
You look at the watch, you have a hard time seeing
I got so many rocks they have a hard time breathing
See the cross on my neck
Hoes want to know whats the cost on my neck
First she said no, now she almost said yes
Now we in the telly and we both buttnake
Working up a sweat
Ive been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears
Im doing my thing
I said Ive been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer
Damn, Im doing my thing
Yeah nigga
You know its me when Im cruising
Through ya motherfuckin hood and shit nigga
Dont try to act
Like you dont know its me and shit
You know what Im sayin?
I aint put no tints
On the motherfucker
So you can see me nigga
If Im a spend 125,000 dollars
On some wheels I want you
To get a good look nigga
Yeah look at me
Look at the license plate
The license plate say Get One nigga
Can you get one nigga? |
write a song like 50 Cent
Just like to thank... my mama | Yeah
Just like to thank... my mama
Thank you, baby, for cutting me out
Sorry, ma, I know it was hard
But look what you did though, man!
And its popping now
Smell like money
Smell like millions
Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
Thats right, niggas best to stay up in the house
Watch we getting our money, for the two thou
Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town
Probably got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke and dope, remember me now?
Queen Bridge motherfucker well blow your house down
We the big bad wolf thatll eat your food, clown
I aint gotta huff and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched
But I rather be hands on with that son
Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son
When I start busting I dont stop till I hitting, cmon
Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks
But they aint like this
Everybody cant afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich
You aint crazy, dont make me show you why they call us this
We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit
G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!
We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects
We sold the most crack since 86
Dont handle a lot of bricks, but we the most thug
You think youre dirty over there, but were more dirtier
We last more longer than them; more songs than them
More money for us, more broads than them
We get the most love in the streets
I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen
P got the most now; our guns the most loud
With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd
We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jay
We smoke the most weed, thats mostly the haze
Get the most Timb boots kicked on a niggas face
Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face
Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head
That we not the most likely to pop off kid
Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks
But they aint like this
Everybody cant afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich
You aint crazy, dont make me show you why they call us this
We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit
G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!
Right now, I change guns with the season
When I was young, I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave hitting trees then
Started hitting trees then
We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools
We was beasting, little young heavens
I had the Rambo knife, and when I got my first gun, I was cheesing
I couldnt believe it
I had the power of life or death in the palm of my hands, fiending
But people to be scheming
They choose to front on me, then they leave me no choice to start squeezing
And hope they stop breathing
Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds
Theyll be squealing, talking to these Ds man
They dont waste no time, they want answers even if youre still bleeding
Homie, Im on the fleezy
I aint got no time neither Im making money off of this, its too easy!
Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks
But they aint like this
Everybody cant afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich
You aint crazy, dont make me show you why they call us this
We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit
G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit! |
write a song like 50 Cent
You wanna smoke that? Go head, roll it, son | You wanna smoke that? Go head, roll it, son
I dont give a fuck, man, smoke that shit, man
Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
I dont give a fuck what you wanna do, man
Dont look to me to stop you, man
Yeah, Im not gettin in the way
Cash rules, I keep a shooter round me
Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed yall
Kill the hood, ask niggas bout me
Jesus, for the money, niggasll go real hard
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
Im 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
Its in Gods hands, its all God plan
You mean even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn
Cash rules, I keep a shooter round me
Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed yall
Kill the hood, ask niggas bout me
Jesus, for the money, niggasll go real hard
I push my pen with passion, Im the author of the struggle
When pain is a head crack, the sign of the devil
Trip 6-6-6, Im back on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye, its gon be a murder
Every summer, every winter, every spring
You think Im 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 cant call it
I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you dont want me to send a nigga to you
So he could put some hot shit through you, do you?
Cash rules, I keep a shooter round me
Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed yall
Kill the hood, ask niggas bout me
Jesus, for the money, niggasll go real hard
Yeah, Im back, baby, Im back
New shit, the drought over, new product
Yeah, man I cant 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 its more than that, man
I think its more than that
So if a nigga wear a dress you gon put on a dress too?
Come on, man
Cash rules, I keep a shooter round me
Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed yall
Kill the hood, ask niggas bout me
Jesus, for the money, niggasll go real hard |
write a song like 50 Cent
I really hate havin’ to resort to knockin’ elderly people in the head for their money | 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
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I roll the shit
My Bentley Coupe aint 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
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
Im 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 Im all in yo bitch
Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
Jackll be nimble, Jackll cum quick
This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
That shit fake, Audemars dont tick
Them aint diamonds, what is this shit?
Im confused, this bill dont go and pick
Im a match that deal with my hat
They said I fell off, I snapped right back
Nigga my money cant fit in no safe
Got a mil for ery lil bump on yo face
Tryin to count mine, Im walkin up in the vault
Better have a pound if you niggas wan smoke
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I roll the shit
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
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 aint got no sense
I got change, dollars and lil cents
I got rich, they aint seen me since
Now its 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 forgot she was in my bed
Damn! I blew through all my bread
That Lambo aint got no top
Man, Im hotter than a stove top
Rider Gang, we on top
And we havin a smoke-out
Eyes low but Im so high
Dont ask me, I dont know why
Ill roll the shit and Ill smoke the shit
If I dont pass the shit dont ask for shit, HUH!
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I smoke the shit
I roll the shit, I roll the shit
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 |
write a song like 50 Cent
Some niggas just wanna smoke | 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
Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
I dont know if Im worse when Im rich or when Im broke, nigga
Same attitude, you got it, go head smoke, nigga
Im 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, thats why I dont ever say shit
Portray being a friend to me and Ill make you a memory
That .40 Cali barrel get to smoking like a chimney
Niggas sick of pussy shit and me Im 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 Im a-a diva, Im a, Im a-a diva
Ima fuck her and leave her, nigga, I dont need her
I was born alone, I die alone, I be in the zone
Bitches wont leave me alone now that my money long
Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
I pull the hammer out and spank niggas
I peep your style, you got sugar in your tank, nigga
Dont fucking wink at me
I blend in with the best of them, shooters and robbers
Im on that will.i.am shit, I black your eye for blogging
What the fuck is the problem? Violence isnt the answer
I split your fucking head then get jammed up
Why did you call the cops? Why didnt you say Im hot?
Its been six years I been here on top
You act like Im a average nigga spitting a average flow
Fucking with average bitches like everywhere that I go
Im not focused on hoes, Im focusing on the dough
And I wont talk to you after my next album blow
Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown
You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga
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
Im back, nigga, why so quiet?
Niggas know its summertime, Im all over the place, nigga
And you know when you see me Im strizzapped
Oh shit, nigga, yall know I was gonna get on that shit, yeah |
write a song like 50 Cent
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club | 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 dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
When I grip the Tec
Kiss the deck
Ill spray at youre 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 aint playin aint got no time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin playin
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 dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move
Get a real good look, but dont scheme cause I got my pistol
Aint none of yall this smooth, Platinum on wrist blue
Wrist poppin bling green by the fist full
Im smokin on good
Dont ride through the wrong hood
Unless you got a vest on
That Teflon
Like a don should
Im rollin sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strapped the fuck up know what I mean?
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 dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
Its the general homie thats commanding these invasions
My semi-automatic ravin
Stay blazin
The Rover be Etchel White
Shorty leaned over but Im mad cause she got an over-bite
I got your babys mother
Movin motherloads of Coke
For Louis Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
Homie we enrich youre bitch a rug rat
Thats why my waves spinnin in that G-Unit hat
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 dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up |
write a song like 50 Cent
Diamonds on my neck like Im kin to Fred Flintstone | Diamonds on my neck like Im kin to Fred Flintstone
Diamonds on my neck like Im kin to Fred Flintstone
Diamonds on my neck like Im kin to Fred Flintstone
Diamonds on my - d-diamonds on my
Im getting paid like a motherfucker
Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid
Im getting paid like a motherfucker
Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid
My dough go
Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching
My lifes a
Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching
This is my world, my spot, money in the droptop
Couple bad bitches, couple hundreds in the droptop
Young, rich nigga, Corleone, I talk my talk
Six different hustles, bitch, Im eating like the mob
Block parties turned to yacht parties
Fat knots now we black cardin, Im a go-getter, nigga
Clothing line, gold mine, I done bossed up
50 Cent on my line, nigga, we talk bucks
Louis stove, we spent Cutlass in Regus, nigga
Stupid dough, I gotta keep me a team of killers
My crew so big, my car so big
My bitch so thick, look how she bling
My bread stacking, boy, I aint lacking
Im playing mack with your bitch
My trap jumping, I clap something
Dont fuck around with my shit
Got a nasty temper, boy, all winter
Im riding around with my heat
On the night shift I got a four fifth
I blow a nigga off his feet
When Im riding dirty, got an Uzi with me
Got Boosie with me, acting boogie with me
Winner jewelry with me, got a shooter with me
There aint nothing niggas round can do with me
Getting paid like a motherfucker, get bread
Switching lanes like a motherfucker, shit yeah
Move the caine like its all legal
Hustle like a nigga really still need to
Watch it come in back, hit the right jack
Stack that, cook it up, watch it come back
Right back, watch the crumbs come from the pot
Turn into a foreign up the lot
Switch gears all year, we getting paper
Some bitch niggas hate us
We could talk about it later
Right now we moving major
Im getting paid like a motherfucker, say that then
We went from thugs and old schools to Maybach friends
Push start all type of cars, legends laid back in
Cold ice in the water, I play nice with my lawyer
Beat the case, shocked the nation, up the price for my lawyer
Im my own CEO, Im an artist, Im an employer
Im on the run, life good, Im on a full stomach
Aint Sean John yet, but Im a young Puffy |
write a song like 50 Cent
Im trying to tell you, but you wont hear me, son | Im trying to tell you, but you wont hear me, son
The nigga be right there in front of them buildings
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah
I line niggas
I do my homework, Ill find niggas
The niggas that did that they my niggas
You bring that bullshit round my niggas
You die, die, nigga, die
Im right bout where your manll stay, my man blew your man away
Did him dirty and ran away, whos 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 aint selling packs no more so we aint on the strip
Got that llama in the Llac strapped leaning in the whip
I line niggas
I do my homework, Ill find niggas
The niggas that did that they my niggas
You bring that bullshit round my niggas
You die, die, nigga, die
First, I find your bitch creep then we found a nail shop
Now would you looky here, we done found your mamas spot
Its so easy, damn, Im greasy
Goons dont use Auto-Tune, thats 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
I line niggas
I do my homework, Ill find niggas
The niggas that did that they my niggas
You bring that bullshit round my niggas
You die, die, nigga, die
Nigga, what up?
These niggas think Im playing with em, yeah
Niggas smiling and shit, go head, nigga
Keep thinking Im careful
Ill shoot the shit out of these niggas, man
I let my niggas go, watch
Oh my God, yall niggas know me
Yall wasnt supposed to let me get this money
Now what? |
write a song like 50 Cent
{set to B.I.G.s The World is Filled... instrumental} | {set to B.I.G.s The World is Filled... instrumental}
Yeah... 50 Cent, uh-huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit~!
She aint that chick from the burbs thats 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 wouldnt break her heart, my intentions are better
And I, shared the same dreams she had about cheddar
When the Ds came she was down to hold the Beretta
I got a thing for babygirls, me and her against the world
We used to think the same schemes, with the same dreams in mind
10ll 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 shed give her life
Or shoot to kill, to protect this life
The world will hear, whats 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, whats goin onnnnnnn, yeah~!
Youre sunshine, your smile make my day
Its simple - your dimple your eyes
Your lips, your thighs, got me hypnotized
Communications 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 cant fail
Ive been around been up and down my attitude is fuckin ass
She a rider, Im in heaven when Im inside her
Workin up a sweat, kissin on her neck, 12 Play in the deck
Foplay 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 Im doin and think nuttin of it
w/ ad libs
{abruptly ends halfway during the last line of the Chorus}
STOP!! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah, Im back baby, you miss me? Come hear | Yeah, Im back baby, you miss me? Come hear
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
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 its 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 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 suddenly doesnt want you touchin her mane
I had tha same affect on brods befor tha fame
Queens track hustler point niggas know me mane
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
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 skys 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 cant 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
Im a special kinda nigga girl cant 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
Lets go
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
Im from a bottom from a bottom goin ta take it to tha top!
If you think we cant 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
Shes far from average
Shes a special lady shell 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, shes around for me
Shes my sunshine after tha rain my joy after tha pain
Its easy to comprehend simple and plain
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 |
write a song like 50 Cent
Man, I told yall I was finna blow like C-4 | Man, I told yall I was finna blow like C-4
Stunt in the G5, fly in the G-IV
G-Unit footwear, G apparel
Im so hood
That blue and that white looks so good
Hip-hop man, we gon take it to the next level
Kicks match that hat and that throwback
Kicks stay color coordinated, man, you know that
Truth is, I aint got a jump shot, but I got a left hook
I dont swing golf clubs, but I sell like Garth Brooks
Im hot man, I rock Reeboks, man
If it aint the G-Unit, its the S Dot, man
S Dots taking off, G-IVs about to land
See how we cross brand
We boss about it, man
Got the sole of the old Guccis, if you upset sue me
If not sit back and watch me do me
Parking lot pimpin, sideline ballers
We dont sweat up the fresh, let the girls do it for us
The watch talk for me, drop talk for he
Brand new S Dots, walk with me
Sort of like you just scored a bucket
You bowlegged, you frontin, you walkin awkwardly
Ho, its nothing keep score with me
Give me three hot seconds
Ill break Reebok records |