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write a song like 50 Cent Shh... quiet... you hear that?

Shh... quiet... you hear that? What the fuck, son? Im telling you, man, you gotta watch these niggas Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat We thought the coke and the dope would help us escape poverty When that didnt work we resorted to armed robbery Yeah, I done it, but I aint the one they said did it Before my first verse my Benz had been kitted Im so hood, thats what the bitches like about me She bob and weave, she up and down, she suck the life up out me I tell you bout my regimen, I blow a stack stunting The coldest shit Im on it, kid, Ill blow a nigga fronting Im dirty, yeah, I do that dirt, Im down to put that work in I kick the door to get them bricks, that Eagle get to chirping You see that beam on ya head, nigga leaking Yeah, screaming and shit, man, shut the fuck up Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat I had a dream niggas got me Woke up, a nigga shot me I aint slept in three days My eyes red, something wrong with my head The MAC stashed right under the pillow on my bed Its not hot, why the fuck am I sweating? My heart beating, Im bugging, I wreck it Bitch, dont move, its dark, I might panic Just sit still, I mean it, God damn it My back against the wall Fuck the world, Ill kill em all Aint a nigga too big or too small Chop em down, watch em fall Watch em bleed, watch em crawl Watch em bleed til they gone Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat Im paranoid I cant even fucking sleep Bitch, quit playing, hand me my heat I cant even rest my head Im fin to leave me a nigga dead What? Niggas aint fucking with me I wish a nigga would Ive been taking it easy on these niggas, mane Ive been easy on em ,mane Ima turn it up now, yeah

write a song like 50 Cent I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin

I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like its legal, ridin around bumpin If you cant beat em dont join em, jump em, fuck em I never liked these niggas anyway They could drop dead, fall off a building today Hey.. Nobody gon miss you anyway No days off, keep the pistol ery day I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder I aint smilin I aint smirkin, I aint muhfuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go head, line me up I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out You make it rain, I make it lead shower You say your prayers, you in your last hour I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me You dont like me, spray me I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like its legal, ridin around bumpin If you cant beat em dont join em, jump em, fuck em I never liked these niggas anyway They could drop dead, fall off a building today Hey.. Nobody gon miss you anyway No days off, keep the pistol ery day This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit If I fall off, I rebound quick Like Greg Oden, Tony Yay I be holdin German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen How these rappers claim Blood and the books is closed? How these rappers claim Cuz and they gun dont smoke? I catch a nigga on his deathbed And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on In my bullet-proof Ac, who you stylin on When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out You coward-ass niggas bring your jewelry out I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like its legal, ridin around bumpin If you cant beat em dont join em, jump em, fuck em I never liked these niggas anyway They could drop dead, fall off a building today Hey.. Nobody gon miss you anyway No days off, keep the pistol ery day You may have to bring that, aint nobody trippin Shit, niggas is hungry, I aint nobody chicken A nigga screw is missin, Im pimpin, Im livin Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce sixn Look how the game change, bad for the system Niggas on game shows, two dudes kissin Listen, were not the same, were not for fame The industrys punked out, were not to blame These niggas been perpetratin so long If they can make it rain, I can make it storm Hes makin a scene, but I can make him calm I just got a N.B., thatll break a arm I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like its legal, ridin around bumpin If you cant beat em dont join em, jump em, fuck em I never liked these niggas anyway They could drop dead, fall off a building today Hey.. Nobody gon miss you anyway No days off, keep the pistol ery day

write a song like 50 Cent Yall niggas know me man

Yall niggas know me man It is what it is man Like I say yall know me I be on the scene on the lean in a benz in tha Bentley,when I come through your strip Every trip every flip I get the grip I can go to the dealership and buy me a new whip Take fix, new kicks, G6 New tricks I pick to suck on my dick G-Unit is the clique And its how it gets flipped Thats why you feelin me bitch Niggas hate from a far But they dont come around Cause they know how a nigga get down Once a nigga move around Wit a long trey pound I wont hesitate to let it off 6 rounds If yo ass get hit Then you aint do shit Fuckin wit me thats what you get Now your lip Keep it zip Before you get your babymama Caught up in this bullshit Now what gets Its a no no Niggas know im loco But they tryin to stay on the LOE DOE Gangsta fo sho Every time a nigga flow A nigga bank acount got Mo dough South Side G-Unit 12x

write a song like 50 Cent Aye yo, whuddup niggas

KYeah!! Aye yo, whuddup niggas Aye yo mayn, there be alot of niggas out here Talkinbout they got beef wit G-Unit, yaknow.. And I be seein these niggas.. I be by myself and shit, niggas be like 100 deep and shiit.. I be like: Wussup nigga?!! Niggas be like: Nah man.. .. It aint like dat. Look up its a full moon the sound of the wind blowin And you dont know you bout to git killed, but I been knowin Tha nite still young, I mite as well come round midnite Just me all by my lonely, my homies gon sit tight Im workin wit a Glock and just a lil bit of gas money But bet I come back, wit what dem niggas done snatched from me My Crip & Blood thugs, they wanna git witcha They mad at me cause Im tellin em Its personal, nigga. I wanna see, if this motherfucker want it wit me So on 3, Imma hop up out this SUV If ya around em, I feel like you down wit em As soon as this round hit em, youll lay in the ground wit em Awaken by Satan but bein carried by Tha Lord What ya life costs Bill Gates couldnt even afford Aint nuthin that can stop reprucussions if I die This aint got nuthin to do wit Dr. Dre mOthafucker Just you and I I dont need 10 niggas wit me I dont run and go git the police You know me, Imma motherfuckin G If its beef, bitch nigga will see Let em hate, homie you know where I be You done seen me git down on TV And I brought the whole Unit wit me But they already know how I be In the beginnin I was humble Just thankful fo makin it out the jungle Ive never eva sayd nuthin on this mic I didnt want to Imma soulja, as soon as 50 give me a mission I mark my enemies territory, then play my posission And homie know me even that nigga dats wearin ya chain See we both from the South but homie, we aint the same And I remain in the same fuckin project buldins I got guns everywhere, bullet-holes in the ceilin My adrenaline pumpin, got this 12 gauge dumpin Out the back of this cutless if I git hit up, then fuck it Tha Reaper comin, so dont look back, just keep runnin Tell 50 fo this hit I dont need nuthin, you owe me one Now show me sonny where he be at Dats all I need to know, you can go - Imma be back Any other time I probably wouldve asked Banks to ride But this aint nuthin to do wit G-Unit, nigga Just you and I Yeah! Yall niggas know whudd it is man, G-Unit South, Young Buck Ive been holdin, Ive been savin yall niggas man.. I Swear to God! Ive been savin yall niggas!! Ova and ova Im tellin him: Fall back, Buck! Dont cut these niggas, dont shoot these niggas.. Fall back! Its not good fo business! Right?!.. Well now Imma let up on him, Im let yall niggas know They gotta green light man Fuck these niggas man!! Git right man, whateva.. You know whudd it is fo me, mayn.. Its Tha Unit nigga, HUH! Fuck, I told ya.. I see niggas.. Fix ya motherfuckin face, nigga!! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees, bunch of fuckin monkeys, HUH! Burgers, you fuckin meatheads! Yeah, Go!! Go shoot yaself motherfucker! Befo I lose one of my good niggas on dat, you hear me?! Its Tha Unit, 50!!

write a song like 50 Cent Picture me rolling Range Rover

Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I Flight the night From L.A. to N.Y Im Harlem bound You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs I hear em whispering dat aint a man, shit thats her. She roll with them G Unit niggas, thats whats up Disrespect me, Ill have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, dont let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20s for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think Im playing bitch And the police well have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody aint shook, you see doing the shake The boss spending ends Saying, Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TVs The snitch in the precinct saying He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D The balla by the bar saying Everybody drink, the best champagne, its all on me Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, He robbed me Its elementary Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil, Imma pop it Im down for a profit Im ghetto as hell You cant tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So Im drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon open You can dance next to me, but dont throw an elbow Ill throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes Hell no I aint paying for pleasure Your pussy dont bring rainbows and pots of treasure Its every girls dream, to floss with the team Long on the scene DVDs on the screen Blowing on cream Waiting for you to scheme You aint gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine The boss spending ends Saying, Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TVs The snitch in the precinct saying He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D The balla by the bar saying Everybody drink, the best champagne, its all on me Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, He robbed me Its elementary I dont wanna grow up, Imma hustler kid Gohead and stunt, see I dont pop two your wig Im artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me So yall niggas hate me, cause your wives be our groupies Yall irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down Cause I just passed security without no pat down You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits Sex sells, so Imma P-I-M-P So my pockets never be empty It aint no problem, we scoop them models We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos 50 got me getting ass like I never did So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid The boss spending ends Saying, Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TVs The snitch in the precinct saying He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D The balla by the bar saying Everybody drink, the best champagne, its all on me Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, He robbed me Its elementary The cat in the house go Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow The bird in the cage go Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet Its elementary

write a song like 50 Cent What you saying boy, boy?

What you saying boy, boy? Ha ha - said what you saying boy? See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on See me, I never ever ever run Niggas say the wrong shit to me like he wanna do me Somebody be at him with my gun What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world Listen, nigga you play me and Imma go crazy You push me Imma motherfucking trip I come tripping through your set busting off my TEC I gives a fuck if yous a Blood or a Crip Nigga from J.F.K. to L.A.X., Im back through the sets again Gangsta life, thats right, crazy-ass Mexicans Do it the raw way, broad day, AK Spray cause a melee, mayday mayday Freak bitch suck me on tape like Ray J Niggas that Im up against know they cant fade me Im the last one, you know the last don She know she wanna come, bitch, bring your ass on See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on See me, I never ever ever run Niggas say the wrong shit to me like he wanna do me Somebody be at him with my gun What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world See, I come from the Southside where niggas is outside Right now with the rubber grips Niggas say they gon see me to hit em on G.P Then I bless em with the chains full of bricks When you come from where Im from you come from the bottom They aint supposed to get this rich So the Feds got my phone tapped to treat me like Fat Cat Now Im thinking man, aint this a bitch? Niggas stick cola in cola, from moving the yola Next thing you know they up in your crib Saying wheres the stash at? You move they gon blast that So I suggest you stand still, kid See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on See me, I never ever ever run Niggas say the wrong shit to me like he wanna do me Somebody be at him with my gun What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world This a mans world Watch your mouth girl, this a mans world

write a song like 50 Cent Son them niggas know who hit that nigga son

Hold up Son them niggas know who hit that nigga son They - how the fuck, we gon know who hit him, and they dont know who hit him? The hood talkin man, erybody know~! Now I lay thee down to sleep Niggas try and lay me down wit heat And if I should die though before I awake I pray my Lord my soul to take If dead men could talk in your sleep your homey told you who got him Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him? Or would you start switchin up You thinkin bout the penitentiary and bitchin up? What if he said money aint everything, the hood raised us wrong All juxll get your money long but look here Im gone Would that touch your heart? Have you feelin funny inside? Would that be enough to make your punk-ass ride? What if he gave you a little list of things to do? Said he wouldnt have to die, he could live through you Would you load the gats, and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at yo crib and hide? Its a cold world even when its hot outside Whether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain Hit him cause he was your strength, now you in a daze Your homey turnin over in his grave... cause you PUSSY! Yall know who killed em, filled up - B.I.G. {repeat 3X} Yall know who killed em, filled up with the lugers from they Rugers or they Desert Them boys smoked your homey, ye aint gon do nuttin back? Not even if he told you you next to get clapped? It dont take much for them shells to make the best of you Your peoples gon probably cremate and burn the rest of you You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7? When you reach the pearly gates, how you gon explain You gon try and tell God youve been framed? Yall did everything together, he was your dog Now you Uptown coppin, and he in the morgue Them niggas he gave packs to, they kept the cake His sister and his baby momma talkin to Jake Niggas that rocked him, they came to the wake But they aint come inside, they sat out in the ride At the funeral, homicide all in the business Walkin round askin niggas to tell em who did it Niggas is throwin blows now you ready to rumble? Thirsty niggas are animals, the hood is a jungle Broke niggall body somethin over a bundle Man a three-year-old kid in my hood know what a gun do - repeat til 15 seconds left Sha Money, XL! Shadyville, teamwork, music

write a song like 50 Cent You, I love you so much

You, I love you so much I cant deny how much I love you, yeah Alright, alright, thats enough Niggas aint gonna hear that shit Nigga this is simple, not complicated I-I-I cant be faded Im starting to think I made it Get out of line, out line, line, out line You act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga Front on me, Ill find, find, Ill find ya Theres no running from me Picture me in my darkest hour I would rather be marked for death than marked the coward Pure evil, like the dope in your veins You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine I’m higher than Travolta, he flyin a plane No evaluation necessary, Im insane The barrel of that llama, hot, yeah, like a sauna Bricks in the door panel crossing the Verrazano Tom Ford Taylor shoes, you’s Ferragamo Don Corleone, lets talk mano-a-mano I’m classically trained, they call me the piano man I move the keys fuck a piano, man Im sort of like a one man band with a trumpet Beef – I let blow, run, hop a fence, and dump it Niggas be talking all that jazz When they get down to the get down they ask That bass so deep, my heart so cold I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, Ill see you on the 6 oclock news Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, Ill see you on the 6 oclock news This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce Say the wrong shit out your mouth Ill A your ass out One line, one bar, Ill be on you so fast My night work like Im fresh out Alcatraz I dont wanna play so I dont play fair You know its not polite to stare at my Cartier Yeah, Im enjoying the fruits of my labor Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major I used to cut crack on my grandmama China And cook coke think Im the chef from Elles Diner Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar When Im tripping, I might put a clip through your car They say Im sick, then tell me how I made it this far I love war, in fact, Im the commander I want you to open the box of pandor Ill destroy you and everything you stand for Yeah, Im a South-side nigga to the bone And when my niggas aint around, I do it on my own Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah Thats cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit Wait till yall hear the shit

write a song like 50 Cent Shorty when ya come over

Shorty when ya come over I know just what to do girl to make u feel right Ya know I know ya Dont come be a freak for me when ya come tonight I wanna show ya Things u aint never seen girl your just my type Ya know I know ya Dont come do all the things u know I like I want u to show me what you know baby But Im a teach you new tricks Introduce you to my ghetto karmasutricks Close ya eyes, imagine being stress-free Open ya eyes between ya thighs, baby thats me When I push the pressure to pleasure its so hard to measure U leave me on ya mind cause nobody do it better The intensity so real, damn shorty hold still Then its back to the action baby u know the drill I can tell you want girl You aint gotta worry no more You keep my bottles cold and you pop em As soon as I walk in the door These dude dont know me from Adam and Eve Thats why they cant mess up my flow And when this beat drops, your heart stops You feel it from your head to your toes If you know what Im talking bout Let me see you work it out Girl thats what Im talking bout I got sexy ladies all over the floor Youre talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now Im back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more Let me take it off I know a little girly from uptown Just waiting just to cater to me I know a little betty from downtown Thatll do anything that I please All my other people that dance around When they hear me rocking the groove Now it might sound cocky But is it really cocky if you know that its true If you know what Im talking bout Let me see you work it out Girl thats what Im talking bout I got sexy ladies all over the floor Youre talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now Im back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more And let me take it off Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Give it to me baby, cmon give it to me baby Now baby cmon give me some more I said give it to me baby, cmon give it to me baby Now baby cmon give me some more Give it to me missionary, doggy-style, cowgirl, lowwhile Kissing it below the neck, everything drippin wet Latex safe sex, ya I do that correct Like that as much as I like that baby ya I bet Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body I got sexy ladies all over the floor Youre talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now Im back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more And let me take it off

write a song like 50 Cent What happened to your wings

You were my angel What happened to your wings Girl I need you to fly Oh you don’t want to fly Fuck you then I thought they would be happy to see me do good Now they wonder why I’m steady screaming fuck that hood Niggas talk crazy because I ain’t there, they ain’t crazy They know me for beefing until I let off that 80 Even my baby mamma, we don’t even talk no more She like you Hollywood ass nigga, your ass done changed Im like child support, welfare, your ass the same When its you against the world, tell me who do you trust Some punk bitch that want to be in love on a bus Yeah my hustle done changed but I got the same ambition Same mentality, the same intuition Besides a little money, man ain’t much difference Still got the same bob when I walk with the Ruger Nigga stunt if you want and I’ll put one threw ya Not when I drive by, I’ll walk up to ya Not from across the street, I’ll walk up to ya Homie, you frown when you see me up Then got the nerve to smile when you see me down I don’t understand niggas fuck it You niggas in the hood are like crabs in a bucket Homie, you frown when you see me up Then got the nerve to smile when you see me down I don’t understand niggas fuck it You niggas in the hood are like crabs in a bucket Do the sight of the Porsche got them sick, yeah Hope so, and if so, eat a dick or let it go homie Had a hood full of friends now I seem so lonely Money I made changed them, now who’s the phony Shared 40s with niggas, let them tap the bottle We was in the same boat and had the same old problems Dreamt for the top, had to start rock bottom Shit ain’t fall in my lap, fuck is on a niggas noggin Hav so cool, but now I want to rob and blow your mother fucking head off Nigga won’t die from starving The rate of niggas turning on each other is alarming My lady’s my ex-lady, yeah she got the same problem Last record went wood, voicemail was empty G-Unit Rugers now this shit is so full A nigga eating good, my stomach so full Now niggas want to stick me, oh this world is so cruel Fuck y’all niggas I know that you ain’t believe in me I know you just with me ‘cause you make it easy You ain’t got to pretend, we ain’t got to be friends You can go on with your life babygirl go ahead Running around chasing clowns that you choose to fuck The kind of pussy I’m getting right now, you fucked up You just like a lot of niggas that I grew up with Get to know you long enough you just a regular bitch Niggas do long years, come home like they the shit Nigga I’ll make you wish you had nine more in You were safe in that cell, now you in my world I catch you without a pass, that ass get twirled Like the weed, you get smoked up Its too much police, you getting poked up I know that you thought that P was Pooh I know you had no idea but now you do

write a song like 50 Cent Man, I aint even gonna stunt

Man, I aint even gonna stunt But I could show you how I could show you how If you dont know then you know now If you dont know then you know now I aint even gonna stunt But I could show you how I could show you how If you dont know then you know now If you dont know then you know now In a perfect world we would all be rich Hating on me Ill dissolve your clique Two tone Rolex on my wrist In a battlefield Im a soldier, trick Life is what you make it I made mine a movie Baseline abuser, singer rapper producer Gold Jesus and Gold Pharaohs When from 18th to Melrose, fall off hell no I be checking stripping in the finest places But I got cash like Im buying these places Uh, I turn 23 and turn 23 Burn plenty trees by any means homie Buy skinny jeans keep a lot green on me Like Im mister green jeans since I was a teen homie So ima ball until I fall, spend it all in the mall Hit it once never call, you know what Im talking about All I do is stunt, bitch, you know Im a boss Im popping off tags, I dont care what it cost Im riding with my seat back, shines on, I need that Im pimping and I mean that, hey ho A nigga came up from the bottom, mane Diamonds on my AP and my chain Looking like street lights, you niggas trying to eat right I know you trying to eat right We get it popping from pop bottles, pop shit, we popping pistols Shortie popping that ass like she know she gonna get to Pop, that thing girl Make a nigga wanna trick make it rain twerk, work Get it all baby, drive them all crazy Have a ball, well fuck it up at the mall later Later on well get in what we in then Whats on tonights agenda tomorrow we wont remember

write a song like 50 Cent These niggas is green, these niggas is green

{Alright, are you ready?} Fuck that These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do These niggas is green Its nothing to it, cock it, bang it and get rid of that Hit his fitted cap, he wont get a chance to Twitter that I make the Ruger sing a song, bullets hum to you You better have God with you when I come to you Im a grimy nigga, I said some simple shit Yous a dirty nigga with syphilis on your dick I catch you Imma wash you up, line you, spit-shine you Leave you right there in the street where niggas can find you Die, nigga, die, fly, pelican, fly When I pull it eat a bullet, dont question me why Thats the laws of the jungle, Ill show you what the gun do My bad, what the shell do, you rot until they smell you These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do These niggas is green Get green, son, get him, cut his head He didnt even see it coming, he sleeping, thats what he did Get biz, niggas acting like it aint what it is Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit Let Doc come sew him up, gang signs throw em up In my hood growing up you pussy or you bout it You shooting or you running, the police coming Niggas get at you you get at them or you dont mean nothing Niggas walk tough, even walk like warriors On some G shit, they get to singing like Gloria Now come clean, tell us what you told the Ds Matter fact dont tell us shit, motherfucker, hold these These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do These niggas is green Yeah, feels like summer to me Expect it nice and hot 40 day, my bad, my bad Family day, I be in the projects Yall come check me out Get a chance to do some new shit You dont wanna miss this, trust me These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do These niggas is green

write a song like 50 Cent Yeah, this some good shit

{Lighter flick} {Exhale} Yeah, this some good shit Ooh, this feel like some Wu shit: I got more Glocks and TECs than you I make it pop, hit your homie, right next to you Niggas say they like my old shit So Ill give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; its old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look Whats up It’s 011; why that Maybach a 06? This nigga boo booed up with my old bitch I put paper before hoes: thats why I’m so rich I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit Doc check my temperature: Why I’m so cold? The hood left the left side of my chest froze I’m more about pimpin, gettin bank rolls Sittin watchin them trickin on them stank hoes We can share love like, Kanye and Khalifa From runways in Milan, to big bags of reefer She alright for a night, but don’t keep her Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest ether Niggas say they like my old shit So Ill give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; its old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look My belt buckle YSL; my denim vintage My AP all iced out; my shit authentic My bread come in by the boat load; thats how I get it The cops come, say: I aint do it; you know I did it I aint trippin’, na-na-na-na I aint trippin’ I am just putting the clip in I aint out the window lickin bitch I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon I am 50, I’m putting an end to niggas fuckin with me Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with an iron fist I am strapped, what y’all niggas going to do with this? Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift Niggas say they like my old shit So Ill give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; its old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look Yeah, its 50, Im back You wont see me rolling around Yall niggas see me, you already know Dont come and say: Whats up I dont fuck with you Yall know I dont fuck with yall niggas Ill smack a high-note out one of you niggas Its business as usual All were going to do is get more money, more bread You hear me? Watch me though

write a song like 50 Cent Your loves a 187 baby, its alright

M-J-B, M-O-B-B Fifty, its alright Your loves a 187 baby, its alright Its alright When we beefin we aint speakin, feels like Im dyin inside But its alright Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life Come to me runnin, trust me baby, I make it right You with me lil mama, lets breeze lil mama We start with a lil bit and take it to a lotta that Love gettin hotter, you can if you wanna Have it all its yours, just ask and you got it The trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks I do these things for you cuz you my dunn Girl, feel special cause I dont spend Nuttin but time with certain other broads I rip You belong in minks, bracelets and rings Not handcuffs forget about that lock and chain And just leave lil mama, this P, lil mama I aint them, Im me, lil mama My baby, you crazy and Im hooked Your body right, your smile light up the room That man you got, that niggas a fool Guess one mans trash is a next mans jewel This is my way to live But its just the way it is You got to understand That I never could trust a man But I got to let it go And stop livin in the past Give you a chance , give you a chance... When we first met on Saks Fifth, knew that you was that chick Rollie sayin holla at her, whip sayin girl get in Remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress Asked if she had a man, couldnt tell if no or yes Hell, I jus dipped her number, talked more When I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues Who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice Last one before that, found out homie had a wife Looked so secure, but yet so delicate Cant come back in the crib without a search for evidence Baby girl, I aint here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you Aint your fool model them other dudes dont deserve you What you tryin to do, scare me off and leave you low Funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone The accuser got me curious, I asked who it was He like the sold-a-soul man, who the fuck you cuz? Im out... This is my way to live But its just the way it is You got to understand That I never could trust a man But I got to let it go And stop livin in the past Give you a chance , give you a chance... Everytime I hurt you Its because of what someone else has done to me And I know its not really fair Though I just cant trust you Cause I just got outta something, Im not runnin Boy you know that Im running scared You treat me so good Thats its just too good to be true And I dont think that I really deserve To be treated like a woman should Cause I been so hurtin the past, Im still carryin bags This is my way to live But its just the way it is You got to understand That I never could trust a man But I got to let it go And stop livin in the past Give you a chance , give you a chance... We can ball to the fullest baby, its alright Its alright You can style if you want, go ahead, stunt If its diamonds you like go ahead pick em up Get the first Bentley Spurs, His & Hers

write a song like 50 Cent Shorty the Henny got me feelin right

Shorty the Henny got me feelin right My momma gone, you can spend the night I aint playin, Im tryna fuck tonight Clothes off, face down, ass up, come on Shorty, you roll with the winners, right You see now me, I got my money right Im tryna teach you how to play, how the big boys play When you come around my way Now see the Bentley got the 20 inch chrome You could get in, but dont touch the phone Money come, money go, I know But everytime I flow, its more money, fo sho In the street niggas sayin Im nice Watch flooded, no more room for ice Niggas be on TV stuntin hard, and in the hood The same niggas they be gettin robbed You might hear I get shot but, I dont get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog Ooh, baby I like it, I like it Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile Everytime we dance you make it worth my while Shorty, if you wanna roll with some ballers, you should call us Im tryna make sure you hear me We rap now, we rollin and Im holdin And Ima make sure you hear me I freak off with the video chicks Sweatin tracks out in back of the 6 MTV, they gon play my hits Even though Im real ghetto and shit I got a G niggas shoot that Ace Your ass bettin Ima cut your face Last thing I need is to catch a new case, I dont know nothin bout them high hats but I sell base The city boys tryna kill a kid They shot me up in front of my crib He had the drop, I couldnt run from him Shot in the hand, tryna take the fuckin gun from him Little homie sayin, 50, you tough 9 shots just wasnt enough Ooh, baby I like it, I like it Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile Everytime we dance you make it worth my while Nigga, you best be comin up with my cash Dont make me go and get the gat out the stash Ill come back and pop one in your ass Dont play with the money, no not with the money Niggas get knocked when they start playin games Stop tellin the police my name I dont mind givin chicks them tips They let me play with then tits and hips When I come through, they know Im a thug Out in Atlanta in the gentlemens club I rap but Im still sellin them Os My man Mike still pimpin them hoes He said if the ho knew better, shed come through better And make a pimp more cheddar Ooh, baby I like it, I like it Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile Everytime we dance you make it worth my while 50 make it crazy in the club Im speaking clearly so you can hear me I come through niggas always show me love Im speaking clearly so yall can hear me Niggas want beef, yall could see me in the street Im speaking clearly so you can hear me But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat Im speaking clearly so yall can hear me

write a song like 50 Cent This time.. Ima make it clear..

This time.. Ima make it clear.. That Im number one, uhh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious Maybe this is who I should make the missus Lets conversate a little like a fiddle, play with the middle They way she shake when it wiggle, I mean she hot like a kettle Well, me Im strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread So I line you up and I dent you You run youre fucked when I catch you You only eat cause I let you, I hate the fact that I met you When you could say that you know me and act like Im your homie Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go, baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control... Haha... yeah... yeah... yeah... She scratch my back when Im stroking She scream she like it, she open Im sitting back while she sucking, she super freaky, I love it The sex is better than basic, that kitty kat, yeah, I chase it She do it just how I like it, position after position Fast stroke, short stroke, deep stroke, listen She down for pushing her limits, thats why Im pushing up in it Start kissing her lips then Im kissing her neck When my tongue cross her tatas, then bet it get wet to her, easy Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go , baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control... (This is how its supposed to feel I said this is how its supposed to feel...) Ill spend the night with you If you promise you will do All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... Work it out now... wooohooooooo... !) I wanna make you fall in love Make you touch the stars above Please me low and be my friend Ill come back and hit it again And again, and again, and again Dont go away Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go, baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control... What? Let me get that Lex, nigga Sex wetter than aquariums Flashing, to get their ass and Who fucks slow in Lear jets and coupes My ones stacking You aint know that I be macking, uhh The extra set of keys, the thirty Gs Them trips to Belize, had you living on your knees, uhh Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas The forty room palace, sipping Cristal-ise Uhh, what, uhh Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go Baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control... Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go, baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control...

write a song like 50 Cent Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back

Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back I bet niggas will stand around sayin Damn who did that? Im the type nigga to dare you to touch the jack Im the type to borrow your gat then wont give the shit back Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress the ass gently in back of Bentleys You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin Im planning to take over New York then start expanding Was Bob Marley singing about teks when he sung Im Jammin? Nigga fuck with my cash and Ill blast yo ass Snatch the Glock out the stash in the dash in mash Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots Ima find yo ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I aint playin with you, I want my money motherfucker Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word? He had the same shit you got on dog, word? I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard? I run with niggas thatll spray and strip and stay there shit You wont let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot Im that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone in a baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry niggas with me straight from the street These industry niggas are startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggas living on section eight in public housing Theyll murder you and keep the shit low cause niggas heard of you Them b-more niggas is rowdy rowdy Them Detroit niggas is bout it bout it If they say they gonna kill ya nigga dont you doubt it Got your gun well dont leave home without it Yo, your man could have ran when I robbed him but he froze Son I aint even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she chose Now you heart broke, thats what you get for lovin them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, its like a stickup kid Runnin round without no heat, its like a fifth with no kick A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit A bad bitch that wont blow dick Its like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murder any mic device, for the right price, Im nice I only say things once, never twice, dont fuck with me

write a song like 50 Cent Cant believe this, man. This fat nigga talking gbout how he wanna fight. Ill fuck your ass up, Joe

Cant believe this, man. This fat nigga talking gbout how he wanna fight. Ill fuck your ass up, Joe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I started out with more than a dollar and a dream Three and half grams and the pistol, nahmean? Yall niggas know me, mane, I dont give a fuck From day one a nigga just trynna come up Rings on my mama table, cups never in the coaster Trigger finger soaked, pistol never in the holster Five hundred grams, gem stars get to choppin .38 special with the grip, get to poppin My lifestyle is impeccable, I haunt you niggas Such a fat ass lie, now Im on you, nigga You turn on your TV you see me on the screen You doze off, fat fuck, see me in your dreams If I dont see you with the scope Imma see you with the beam And when you see the yellow tape, you can see the crime scene You can mark, see the spot, then you know what I mean In the day or in the dark, I put that work in, B Im on it like that, living like that, you made me like that Pussy fat nigga fucking with me I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back Pussy boy really fucking with me Louis Cotton cant stand a stand up nigga You gettin money, get your hands up, nigga Go figure Figure out a way to get you home They swagger jacking so I switch cologne Use a different tone or get hit with chrome You aint touching me, no way, José, holmes Throw shots, you gon pay for em Name Banks, the PLK Handle my BI the DL way, go play Im on it like that, living like that, you made me like that Pussy fat nigga fucking with me I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back Pussy boy really fucking with me Rap is like wresting, everything is fake But its a good pussy-getter and the cash is great The rap game, the grim reaper Koya Little niggas like Game think they Ultimate Warrior Fat niggas like Joe think they Andre The Giant I put my Ruger in his face, his fat ass will be quiet JAY Z, million dollar man, Nasty Nas virtue Nigga, drop me out a show with my goons and murk you Brraat Im on it like that, living like that, you made me like that Pussy fat nigga fucking with me I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back Pussy boy really fucking with me Charlie got a string on it, gauge got a beam on it Niggas tell me he aint want it Imma hit him up anyway, ok-k Tijuana, having meetings with my esés Burritos and kilos, I get it back the next day Buck, he gon wrap a nigga wife tonight Anything is possible if the price is right She want the nigga to own that big home you renting Hope the nigga get you the little money you getting Motherfucker Im on it like that, living like that, you made me like that Pussy fat nigga fucking with me I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back Pussy boy really fucking with me

write a song like 50 Cent Nigga I ain’t fucking around

Nigga I ain’t fucking around SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine But I ain’t never ever gonna say I did it In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks You stuntin’ on hungry niggas, go ahead get your ass shot Your neck got your chain on it Bullet got your name on it I’m serious, sometimes it seems like I’m playin’ Dump a shell case in your face, The DA’s coming for me They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case I know some niggas, some snitches I know some bitches who’s scared I got some shooters around me and they stay fully prepared We got them straps you niggas look at and flinch Ghetto nigga get rich, what you think I’ma get? We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper We got that Ruger that Mac, I call it my bitch nigga ether All we do is get that grain And my niggas move cocaine Plus we let them hammers bang I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue Niggas’ll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren’t you Nigga, my vest on, my chucks are bomb proof You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I’m on you This aint tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the hood Stay the fuck out the way with your mouth shut like you should! When the bullshit start I’mma find a spot Aim it right at your knot than the shell cases’ll drop Man, you niggas don’t know me, you know my government name Go ‘head ask about booboo, they tell you I let it bang Got a big reputation, there’s something wrong with my brain Nigga front, I’mma squeeze it, go ‘head stunt, I’m squeeze it All we do is get that grain And my niggas move cocaine Plus we let them hammers bang I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang Yeah! Back on my shit, man! I don’t give a fuck about fitting in You niggas gonna follow me! Back to the ground, nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty! Now wan’ get dirty with me? We gon’ see if you all you niggas done with soft? All y’all get with the shit man This the shit man All the real niggas feel it! Rest of you RnB ass niggas Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga Fuck It! G-G-G-G-G-Unit! SMS Audio, Sleek By 50 R.I.P NATE DOGG

write a song like 50 Cent If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything

If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me? You know you won’t play with a nigga I fly out to spend the day with a nigga First flight, first seat and first class First pair of Giuseppes, first Birkin bag I’m Street King, so you’ll be fit for a king When we step out on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your night in shining armor And retro Jordan’s, Giselle’s and a leather bomber Bright lights, city life, I’ll show around New York a bit From hot dogs and pretzels to the expensive shit Cause we can shop till my nickname Saks Fifth Madison Ave mindframe, baby I stack chips smile Me cell phone’ll capture the moment When your emotions start to shift I’ma just shoot that over your brown eyes To chocolate thighs Make me wanna sing good lord Is this Adam and Eve happening again? We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right Let me know if you’re with it That kush in my hood so good, roll it up, back wood Can’t wait to let you hit it Now you’re in my world Now you’re in my world! Planet Fifty Listen shawty, this is my foreplay without the touching You can say it’s my forté, I feel you coming Mindsex I make you wanna take your clothes off 2020 golden Benz, I’m feeling that concept I want the best, now can you be the best for me Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect recipe Let’s take a walk on the wild side and chat til your body language is saying, boy come get this cake In my mind ten times, I done took off your clothes So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know it’s a go I’m a gambling man, talking ’bout life not dicing And that look in your eyes say it’s going down tonight You can show me what you’re into As I get into, kissing, licking, switching positions Acting like a nympho Round after round, I show you how I put it down Jet set, mile high club

write a song like 50 Cent When its on you better get-get-get-get-get down

When its on you better get-get-get-get-get down Get-get-get-get-get down I pull out you better, get down I let off you better, get down Get-get-get-get-get down, get-get-get-get-get down When its on you better, get dow I pull out you better, get dow You know it takes 7 days and 6 nights before I get right I get Puffy then I lean on him, put that beam on him You proably heard Ma$e tried to join the team Cause Puffys too busy selling pimple cream What Puff sell next is Maybelline Or dance next to Joc to try to get hot This is the quiet before the storm, the warning before its on 50 back on that shit, 50 finger to flip They dont do it like this, concentrate on the wrists I got see-through rocks on a Chronoswiss I got rich real quick, now Im sipping on Cris Its T-O-N-Y, G-Unit is the clique On the back the clip, thats the hammer on the pound So you better Im on the Greyhound and now Im on the run Cause I aint doing time for no damn murder one When I roll through the hood, man, its all good These hoes get down when I show em my wood Niggas get down cause they knowing they should And when them thangs spit rounds they flow through the hood If yous a hard nigga you feeling you gotta prove it I run with the Unit, please man dont do it Act tough now, you have to duck down You hit the lotto last week, you out of luck now, nigga I get money, money I got The strawberry deck could be the same color the drop You can see a nigga clear when I put down the top Sunlight hit the watch, you see the shit down the block Anything colored VS, my shit right My shits is diamonds, yours boltonites I know ya plan was to fake it till you make it But Imma blow ya ass up, lets face it

write a song like 50 Cent I want to be the reason you smile after you wipe your tears

Oh yes I want to be the reason you smile after you wipe your tears The reason you have the courage to confront your fears The reason theres two karats in each your ears I sperge with the paper, ma, I dont care How you like the pumps, boots, Jeeps, coupes? Make celebs, 50 fall off never Whats mines is yours and whats yours is mine So when I shinin, you shine Come on, the finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Dont let your friends get you confused sayin 50 bad news I need you in my life, girl, youre too much to lose Its funny cause for a while I walked around with a smile But deep inside, I could hear Voices telling me this aint right Dont you know hes not for you? I always knew what I had to do But its hard to get away Cause I love you, I just tried to stay I used to say I couldnt do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasnt with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And I know inside Ima be alright I said I couldnt do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasnt with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And that voice inside says Im gonna be alright Friends of mine say to me Say you got control over me Youre not alone, I played my part I saw the way you were from the start Could I expect so much from you? You had a girl when I first met you Did the best that you could do Now I realize that I cant change you I used to say I couldnt do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasnt with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And I know inside Ima be alright I said I couldnt do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasnt with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And that voice inside says Im gonna be alright Said I wouldnt walk away Some days I want to stay But leaving you is what I need to do to be okay Never thought it would be true Me living without you But now its time for me to make that move Oh woah Now when I tell you what my wishes are, you dont respect it When I smile at you, you dont smile back to reconnect it You aint even gone long but I already miss you I need you next to me so I can hug you and kiss you All the talking on the phone, all the time we shared How could you fix your mouth to say I dont care? I had plans for us to buy ice together Engagement rings and things and share life together Now when your friends tell you 50 called you like whatever Do you think we were wrong for each other from the start? Or was it my actions that made us fall apart? Just want you to know youll always have a place in my heart I used to say I couldnt do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasnt with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And I know inside Ima be alright I said I couldnt do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasnt with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And that voice inside says Im gonna be alright Oh, no Be alright, yes Oh, no Says Im gonna be alright I used to say I couldnt do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasnt with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And I know inside Ima be alright I said I couldnt do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasnt with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And that voice inside says Im gonna be alright

write a song like 50 Cent Its real, its real

Yeah Yeah Its real, its real Yeah Got em Bump that - niggas try to stunt on my clique Then when I get on that shit, I bring it to em Where they pump at, 12-gauge Mausberg No shell in the head fore you put in work You gotta pump that - you done hit a nigga with it And you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggas Im just havin fun with it, 50 Cent, Havoc bump that My son asked, Daddy why you carry a gun, you aint a cop I 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 dropout, shit, that aint bad I aint a Blood or a Crip, Im doin 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 You think all I do is rap, then you dont know me good Have Smurf hangin out the sunroof to light up yo hood Man, Carlito aint never seen Blanco comin But if he did, you think he woulda started runnin? And I move with them Doublemint Twins, and two macs Ill leave you flat your back - BRRRAT! Take that Uh-huh, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo My life story is that gangsta thing, packin that thing Iced out diamond rings; fuck linen Its Timbs and jeans, puffin cigars, stuff it with greens Whats fuckin with Queens? Nuttin and not a thing We kings of rap, shanks and gats, knuckles and bats Get at me, you want beef, come correct Stunt on any nigga in my clique-ah, you get clapped We sick, so quick, you be layin on your back Cause we dont give a fuck nigga, we love to dump You dont wanna get jumped, better turn yo music up And bump that - cause we comin with them guns black And cause of the hoodrats, know where your homes at Fuck that, this is for my niggas in the hoods that Slingin them blue caps, smokin that chronic sack Get that paper, watch for all haters Snitches and them bitches and them inside traders Nigga fuck that Yeah, yeah If you trippin with my niggas 50 and Noyd If anybody ask me nigga them my homeboys When it come to drama know we pack them big gats Bitch, and its like that We them thirsty ones, no mask, we stick cats I never handcuff a ho, I let you whip that Let my money bubble, live off the kick back This midnight shit is serious, where your kids at? These streets too dangerous to let them roam I done seen the gulliest of em, cry for home Like a fish out of water, they gasp and shake Im a friend of the jooks and the dukes and the duct tape Like a Down South nigga I wont stop til Im skraight Walkin up the street, testin out my heat Uh-huh.. and as you stand in disbelief When it comes to the slugs I aint cheap Nigga you know I..

write a song like 50 Cent You better watch yo back, motherfuckers is grimey down here

You better watch yo back, motherfuckers is grimey down here You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I dont care Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here You betta watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here Cause lil sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here Next thing you know you wakin up... When I say Ill lay a nigga down I put that on my momma Niggas gonna see its real when we get in the dramma I aint fightin wit these faggots ima back out the lama And start lettin off until niggas is no longer problems I watch the blood seep in the street, Im swift wit the heat I hit a nigga quick, Know why? niggas hit me They call me 50 my aka is two gun Charlie Find me up at 4 in the mornin to catch me a body Waitin for you in yo projects by your staircase door Come out! Come out! pussy you cant hide from a war I get impatient then Im bringin it to yo people, I ring the doorbell then Im puttin one through your peephole Boy its a no,no to fuck wit me cause im not your equal They say im loco, the pump will make your fuckin chest see-through But on the low though Ill show you how them hollow tips eat through, your legs, your back, your head and your hat You better watch yo back, muthafuckas is grimey down here You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I dont care Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here You better watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here Cause lil sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here Next thing you know you wakin up... When Im gunnin at yo ass wit the chrome Kid you runnin outta town like a boost mobile phone Yea the tech jam but it really dont shoot bad Ill turn yo head into a fishnet doo rag I got bricks of that raw sittin in that rice man And a long fofo when Im at da dice game You wont catch me slippin when Im hittin them licks I roll 4,5,6 wit my hand on my shit Im a gangsta on point ready to flip Fo you dummies i got dumb dumsb all in my clip I got bundles of that D man Im tryin to get paid So Im makin moves fast like my name was D. Wade You better watch yo back, muthafuckas is grimey down here You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I dont care Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here You better watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here Cause lil sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here Next thing you know you wakin up...

write a song like 50 Cent Move the fuck out the way

Move the fuck out the way This might get rain today Dont wanna play now Im on a roll Thats where I plan to stay Look at the bed you made And lay down Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me Tricks are for kids dont play with me Youll get smoked, I aint for the bullshit Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit Problem nigga, its ok with me The revolver always stay with me Youll get smoked, I aint for the bullshit 44 bulldog for that bullshit Nigga that was my mama crack spot I got birth rights I lay a nigga out on the turf nice Fuck a fist fight Shit shift all of sudden, you can box my box cutter as I can see it cutting Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy I bet this hurt you like it hurts me Hot as hell when that gunpowder burning What goes around dont come around When Im putting work in Nigga swallow your pride and run You stick around youre done Move the fuck out the way This might get rain today Dont wanna play now Im on a roll Thats where I plan to stay Look at the bed you made And lay down I dont know you, what the fuck you wanna say to me Im telling you niggas dont play with me Youll get smoked, I aint for the bullshit Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit Body on the ground, its OK with me I make examples so niggas dont play with me Youll get smoked, I aint for the bullshit 44 bulldog for that bullshit I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk I shoot a duck flying right out the sky with the punk A nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets 16 in the clip, I dump em all in your whip You think Im joking Im not Find out when that Glock get to dumping And your back get hot I got a temper, you dont wanna test my patience And end up docs new patient Stump your head on the pavement You try come at me on some brave shit Move the fuck out the way This might get rain today Dont wanna play now Im on a roll Thats where I plan to stay Look at the bed you made And lay down

write a song like 50 Cent Ladies and gentleman, I know you were very surprised when you heard for the first time 50 Cent is running for the president. I like to thank you for all for tuning into these debates. Some really important issues to adress and Id love to answer your questions and hear your suggestions. after I propose. Im not just another politician politicing, its your boy. 50 - here we go

Ladies and gentleman, I know you were very surprised when you heard for the first time 50 Cent is running for the president. I like to thank you for all for tuning into these debates. Some really important issues to adress and Id love to answer your questions and hear your suggestions. after I propose. Im not just another politician politicing, its your boy. 50 - here we go Yeah, I done smoked a couple pounds, but I aint never inhale Been in custody before, but never in jail Baby, I love you like America, dont talk to me fly But I promise you if you do, bitch, Ill black ya eye See, the hood fucked up, I got a plan for the crisis Bring the dope in on boats and lower cocaine prices Thats stage one of my plan to pass by depression When everybody high who gives a fuck bout recession? Imagine gas price is twenty dollars a gallon Ds catch a nigga and have walk to the island My main aims to take away pain Its okay, get fucked up, man Got that purple, roll that shit Got that pill pop, now take that trip Got the Hennessy, man, take that sip The painll go away if you get higher than a motherfucker And I know you think you know my style Sursprise, nigga, I done changed it now 5 years, Im the nigga you been hating on December 9th Imma give you what you waiting for Before I Self Destruct, motherfucker Its 50 Im in Detroit right now I got Eminem in the other room, Dre in here We putting it togheter Im gon hit, Im finna hit the restart button Its gon feel like I just started it all over again Like this 03 and this is Get Rich My album come with a full length movie Feautered film, Im like Prince right now, man Its like Purple Rain, baby, stupid Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent starring Curtis 50 cent Jackson Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus, Sasha Delvalle, Elijah Williams, Carlos Franco, Gabriel Ellis Shout out to all my niggas in Paris and New Jersey Aight, I gotta go work back on my album Its classic, December 9th, 50 Thats right, Thisis50.com, On demand Entertainmant Peace - oh yeah, ont forget to vote for me

write a song like 50 Cent I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears

I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears The reason theres two karats in each of ya ears I splurge with the paper ma, I dont care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine So when I shine, you shine The finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Dont let ya fears let you confuse sayin fiftys bad news I need you in my life girl, youre too much to lose Nigga, you wont deny that Ima fuckin ride out Then youll bump heads wit me Ill put a hole in yo ass, youll see That it aint cool to fuck wit me Nigga, you wont deny that Ima fuckin rider Then youll bump heads wit me Ill put a hole in yo ass, youll see That it aint cool to fuck wit me G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas I aint tryin to be dirty, still on the strip Im tryin to be dirty, filthy rich Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy Give Tony too much dope, Im pushin the big boy V12, SL detailed I rap and wait for them checks in the mail If you hatin, your due time life will expire Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like Bloodfire! Where Im from, niggas be on some sleek shit They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick And this dro and this nestle got me right So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes Im on first class flights heading towards Vegas Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players I roll a seven, cause we crap table players I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on Im hidin out, so my meals is home cooked I deal wit more hos than a chinese phone book Youre high with your messed up ratchets Im out blowin haze bags the size of ketchup packets Fuck whos in ya ride, theres tools on my side By the females standin with tattoos on they thighs Theres a lot of cats losin they wives Cause next time I see em, they got black and blues on they eyes Nah, I aint ready to die, but Im prepared But Id rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard They know me in the field, the kid with the fans That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille If you talkin bout millions throw me in the deal Big city, stadium tour, Rollie in the wheel motherfucker

write a song like 50 Cent Nights like this... I wish

Nights like this... I wish Rain drops would fall 5 heartbeats left One last deep breath I got a 16 shot Ruger, I got 16 cars All over how I write 16 bars Ja, Joe and Jada theyre fuckin retards I run Interscope, uh-uh Oh, my God Your stuff Ill make it hot You want Ill get ya shot Youre just open your coffin Youre dead men walking Now when Im out in London they say Im so smart I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya Must be goin crazy Cause Im still down To get down to let off rounds Im loadin up my 380 I cant wait till I see death Im tryin to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters The condos in Vegas - cause NY freezin My strap is the reason that you on the floor bleedin I learned the Coke game Young and Watchin 50! And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur. {DAMN!} I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya! Must be goin crazy Cause Im still down To get down to let off rounds Im loadin up my 380 I cant wait till I see - death! Oh babyyyy! Nigga Im gonna... Im gonna find you Its the first of the month Hahahaha Its the first of the motherfuckin month nigga OOOHHH! Its a fuckin zoo out here, man These fuckin chimpanzees, man Fuckin monkeys talkin bout me, man Pull through there man, its hot These niggas out on the curb, Im like look at these donkies Bunch of fuckin jackasses Man go do something, nigga What the fuck, man? Damn, nigga go to jail nigga Give yourself an excuse for bein Fuckin broke nigga Come on, man Fuck is up man This 50, man South Side, man You already know what Im about boy

write a song like 50 Cent Its more mental then physical

Its more mental then physical Its more then sexin, we got a connection Be my angel and Ill be your protection If you grind when I grind, when I shine I see to it you shine Im all ears, tell me whats on your mind If you feel like I feel its real, if Im gettin ahead of myself tell me chill But if you let me touch ya i could touch ya how you need to be touched Keep talkin to me girl and Im gon be the one that you trust Ill bring them candles, bring them roses, and them boxes of candy You bring them sorted flavored condoms and them edible panties Yeah, Im street but Im discreet, baby, I can keep a secret You can show me what you hidin in them Victoria Secrets Gotta hold slow so you know I listen to Marvin, lets get it on I take it off for you no problem, you can call when you need baby And we can pass time on that cloud with the silver line number nine I was raised in a way where the time was the day was to play hard to get babe But then it changed suddenly man you came and took my breath away Iwas caught in a vine at a time in the night where my life wasnt right babe But then again suddeny suddenly you came and I was swept away Ooh like a bird I just fly cuz im free Free to laugh free to love free to be No rain comes down on me This is whats happenin La la la la la la la Floatin all the time on cloud nine La la la la la la la High everynight from your light La la la la la la la Floatin all the time on cloud nine La la la la la la Olivia: Now this cant be a phase it runs through my veins So I cant get it out of me its so complete Its makin me feel like Im the only one that it is So i dont care where we lay anytime of the day any way it dont matter babe This unexplanable feeling its so soul healing And i want it all over me Ooh like a bird i just fly cuz im free Free to laugh free to love free to be No rain comes down on me This is whats happenin La la la la la la la Floatin all the time on cloud nine La la la la la la la High everynight from your light La la la la la la la Floatin all the time on cloud nine La la la la la la Olivia: I like to lay around in the sun spendin time Sip on moses on a quite evenin night Get away on a trip catch a flight When yo say to me Im the only one you need I let you taste my body spot just to tease Iwanna sing while you kiss all ova me Ooo la la La la la la la la la Floatin all the time on cloud nine La la la la la la la High everynight from your light La la la la la la la Floatin all the time on cloud nine La la la la la la {till song ends}

write a song like 50 Cent Mujeres en el club

Fifty W, Yandel Hey yo man ¡La Revolución! Mujeres en el club Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión Mujeres en el club Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión Estaba loco por caerle Deseoso por llegarle Sentir toda tu textura, cintura Dulzura que a mí me tortura, gial Deseoso por tenerle, acércate Mujeres en el club Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión Mujeres en el club Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión She like me, she want me She back that thing all up on me Shes ready, I think shes ready Shes ready, I think shes ready To get it in with me You know she love 50 Its rainin, hydroplaning, switching gears, zero to sixty Life in the fast lane, fast cash, fast fame We off the chain, running town like a mad man She on it like Im on it, she want it like I want it On the late night to bright and early in the morning She got that kinda loving you could be addicted to I wont let it get to me you just dont let it get to you Mujeres en el club Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión Mujeres en el club Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión Dama, derrama tu llama, Wisin te ama Después de la disco nos revolcamos en la cama Bien chévere verla caminar en pijama Flama, flama, y ella se desparrama Salgo, casi siempre en la cintura algo Mucho dinero, yo aquí valgo Por el área metropolitana de noche cabalgo Conecto una gata, voy a su casa y la embargo Alta, resalta, no hagas trampa Lentamente derríbame, yo soy loco con tu estampa Tá viendo aquella mansión subiendo la rampa Entra y en la piscina se zampa Estaba loco por caerle, deseoso por llegarle Sentir toda tu textura, cintura Dulzura que a mí me tortura, gial Deseoso por tenerle, acércate Mujeres en el club Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión Mujeres en el club Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión Hahahaha Muy simple, yeh ¿Tú cuánto vendiste?, muy poco ¿Y tú cuánto vendiste? Jajaja, ni saben Lo que tú vendes en un año yo lo vendo en una semana Los números hablan por sí solos Fifty Víctor El Nazi, Nesty, Marioso W, Yandel, 50 Cent Sin duda un clásico ¡Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh, heh! Wuuuh-uhhh Bueno jóvenes, disfruten el ritmo

write a song like 50 Cent Hey pass that nigga, we gettin high

Hey pass that nigga, we gettin high Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man 50 cant even smoke this motherfucker I cant smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, Ill fuck you up I aint talkin about a fist fight, Ill cut you up Yo dont want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus Im a sped ed kid, Im gettin all this paper You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb While the so called smart kids was poppin gum I think about poppin a gun, and then get the lump sum Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein blacks about Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friends Wrist, Sittin up in them Benz, to be in the pen In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole Lets go, lets flow nigga - 2X War, what is it good for absolutely nothin But niggas keep frontin Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier Die like a soldier War, state of mercy nigga You see me pop off nigga Aint no peace talk, bitch ass nigga Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga You dont seem nigga, yeah nigga Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid 50 Cent, new shit My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit Niggas, niggas, Rotten Apple And nigga shy money, aint fail nigga Uh huh, ya heard

write a song like 50 Cent Every negative situation contains the possibility for something positive, an opportunity. It is how you look at it that matters. Your lack of resources can be an advantage, forcing you to be more inventive with the little that you have. Losing a battle can allow you to frame yourself as the sympathetic underdog. Do not let fears make you wait for a better moment or become conservative. If there are circumstances you cannot control, make the best of them. It is the ultimate alchemy to transform all such negatives into advantages and power.

Every negative situation contains the possibility for something positive, an opportunity. It is how you look at it that matters. Your lack of resources can be an advantage, forcing you to be more inventive with the little that you have. Losing a battle can allow you to frame yourself as the sympathetic underdog. Do not let fears make you wait for a better moment or become conservative. If there are circumstances you cannot control, make the best of them. It is the ultimate alchemy to transform all such negatives into advantages and power. Hood Alchemy If one is continually surviving the worst that life can bring one eventually ceases to be controlled by a fear of what life can bring. - James Baldwin For well over a year 50 Cent had been working on what was meant to be hist debut album, power of the Dollar, and finally in the spring of 2000 it was ready to be released by Columbia Records. It represented to him all the struggles he had been through on the streets, and he had hopes that it would turn his life around for good. In May of that year, however, a few weeks before the laugh date, a hired assassin shot nine bullets into him while he sat in the back of a car, one bullet going through his jaw and nearly killing him. In a flash, all of the momentum he had built up reversed itself. Columbia canceled the release of the record an dropped Fifty from his contract there was too much violence associated with him; it was bad for business. A few inquiries made it clear that other labels felt the same-he was being blackballed from the industry. One executive told him flatly he would have to wait at least two years before he could think of resurrecting his career. The assassination attempt was the result of an old drug beef from his days as a drug dealer; the killers could not afford to let him survive and would try to finish the job. Fifty had to keep a low profile. At the same time, he had no money and could not return to street hustling. Even many of his friend, who had hoped to be part of his success as a rapper, started to avoid him. In just a few short weeks he had gone from being poised for fame and fortune to hitting the bottom. And there seemed no way to move out of the corner he found himself in. Could this be the end of all his efforts? It would have been better to die that day than to feel this powerlessness. But as he lay in at his grandparents house, recovering from the wounds, he listened a lot to the radio, and what he heard gave him an incredible rush of optimism: an idea started taking shape in his mind that the shooting was in fact a great blessing in disguise, that he had narrowly survived for a reason. The music on the radio was all so packaged and produced. Even the tough stuff, the gangsta rap, was fake. The lyrics did not reflect anything from the streets that he knew. The attempt to pass it off as real and urban angered him to a point he could not endure. this was not the time for him to be afraid and depressed, or to sit around and wait a few years while all of the violence around him died down. He had never been a fake studio gangsta and now he had the nine bullet wounds to prove it. This was the moment to convert all of his anger and dark emotions into a powerful campaign that would shake the very foundations of hip-hop. As a hustler on the streets Fifty had learned a fundamental lesson:

write a song like 50 Cent Girl you houndin me

Why you naggin me? Girl you houndin me Why you harassin me? I dont want alone time, I just wanna fuck Why you naggin me? Girl you houndin me Why you harassin me? I dont want alone time, I just wanna fuck 50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh As we proceed, uh You didnt like the way I wore my hair You didnt like the style a clothes I wear You didnt like the little things I do Just tryin to be close to you Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up In the hood they say 50 you a grimy nigga With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga When you disrespect me is where I draw the line You seen my artwork but you aint seen me draw the nine Come through the hood, youll get shot homey just cause I say so Im the hottest shit on this street, I dont do J Lo Why you naggin me? Girl you houndin me Why you harrasin me? I dont want alone time, I just wanna fuck Why you naggin me? Girl you houndin me Why you harrasin me? I dont want alone time, I just wanna fuck Uh huh, yeah I remember when you was a little bum nigga No champagne, just strictly rum nigga No pies, no cake, couldnt get a crum nigga Fuck too fast, too quick to cum nigga Now you wanna talk like you big shit Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin? Cause when yous fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin Why you naggin me? Girl you houndin me Why you harrasin me? I dont want alone time, I just wanna fuck Why you naggin me? Girl you houndin me Why you harrasin me? I dont want alone time, I just wanna fuck Yeah, um, YAYO! Dont call me bitch, dont be naggin me Cause the police thinkin bout baggin me You wanna call me on my cell, but dont got money for bail And you the main reason that Im stuck in the jail You showed em where the Mag at , showed em where the stash at Got a order of protection, no Im doin five flat In my heart I thought you was the one Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 Why you naggin me? Girl you houndin me Why you harassin me? I dont want alone time, I just wanna fuck Why you naggin me? Girl you houndin me Why you harassin me? I dont want alone time, I just wanna fuck Call me Call me

write a song like 50 Cent Give it to em

& Give it to em Don’t do much talking, I just check ‘em with the D Got ’bout 3, 4 bad, bad bitches in the tub waiting for me My favorite hos imported, her name Elize And she say she got a man, she can’t stand that he’s a zero Bitch, I’m the man, I love bubbling Shorty touch ya, touch ya hands all, all over me Yeah, no-one will believe I can get you high as NASA, careful with ya asses & I only want em bad Whatevers on tab I’mma spend a little more change at the bar Tell the DJ to run it back Imma give it to em, give it to em Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em 50 Cent got that shit thatll make them My shit knock in the club and it make them From the front to the back let me kick it I got them macking like they rocking to my old shit She want me to trick, I think this pussy one for me She seen my watch and all the rocks on top of my new pinky ring Oh, understand I’m out here in these street Get out of line tryin’ to take mine, I get at you with the heat, boy Girl, my swag is illsy Flip a row of Cavalli frames, I blew a couple G’s Shorty bad, I bet ya she’s a freak She might bring a friend if she want something to eat + Smoke purple shit and it slow me down, down, down I sip brown shit ’till my head spin round, round, round Shorty says she wants me, you know what’s up Might pop a pill before we fuck Basically we all turned up, all the way turned up First it’s Fifty, you know you so strong Than it’s Tell me how you go so long? Non-stop, please can we take a break She said “I need water, I need water” I don’t need no crowd round when I’m performing No TV, no lights, no camcorder I let the world know I’m a bedroom star Ya boy a freak, I always go hard +

write a song like 50 Cent Some friends turn foes over money and hoes

Some friends turn foes over money and hoes When they family aint tight, when they money aint right When you party with me, you party all night Cause I aint with doing nothing if we aint doing it right Players hate us when they getting face-to-face altercations They be getting played like Sony Playstation When the feds having fun, cockblockers try to stop me I heard some cats be in the background trying to clap me I see them when they start scheming, I know what they thinking of Mad at us for being players and they cant get no love What it boil down to, cause my flows hot, your flows not Youre so-so going against 50 Cent, thats a no-no Yall know better than that Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just aint the same Its a pleasure when you treasure all thats new and true in the game Easy living while were pimping what we know were dreaming of We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug First it was me and my pistol, but since the last mistrial Spin up a Cristal, Im living it up My lawyer, K.O.d the case, checked the lawbook for my name I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like Im a Mason Money is power, envy is cash, breed evil I could be robbed with the jewels I drop Came into the store a year ago I decided to stack chips on the whip Push the hoot, now I be sitting on Beach Huevo Contemplating coping the Coupe... Hmm, should I? Ghetto as I wanna be, I say What up dude? When I breach you serve you bricks, through time to beat you Send you back if you headed to your people Threw out my chest when I make power moves like Im right on the L You wanna, party with me, come on, party with me Oh, you dont wanna party with me, its aight with me Shorty, whats your favorite champagne, Cristal, Moet or Dom P? Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it aint on me Im caught up, in my ghetto way of thinking From the ice, to the minks, to the champagne we drinking Big boys is playing Benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch Lorenzos Follow me, round and round, the club 3 and a quarter drop-tops with hard tops 20 whips for chip; thats it. Average joes who flip bricks My team flash keys like they grow on trees When its hot, park the whips and ride bikes If you through traffic on the turn-bikes, aight

write a song like 50 Cent They dont do it like we do

They dont do it like we do They dont do it like we do We keep it gangsta They dont do it like we do Cause they dont live like we do We keep it gangsta Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day Niggas is scared to death of me, they know I dont play Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day Niggas dont want it, I bring it to em anyway Im gettin paper, things are changin, bitches love 50 They in da club wit me, poppin the bub wit me You should see Im in the tele, in the tub wit me Rubbin all on my back like they in love wit me Im a grimey ass nigga, Im far from a don Still a million niggas come at me, kick it like Farrakhan Im in your club wearin whatever, I aint tryna be cute Deuce-deuce in my booth, fuck you lookin at dude? We the reason that the Ds is searchin for bundles The reason that they make you take your shoes off at the tunnel Party wit us and get ya link popped, I got ya bank stopped Diesel like a nigga home on furlow in a tank top You know how we roll, back to back, expose, sippin V.S.O I D.W.I., Im a real wise guy They dont do it like we do Cause they dont live like we do We keep it gangsta They dont thug niggas out like we do They dont stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They dont thug niggas out like we do They dont stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what Some wanna check me, some respect me Some sit around tables plottin to wet me When yall niggas come yall better come correctly Do you understand me? Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, gangsta shit Im laughin straight to the muthafuckin bank wit this, haha Inside we got razors, outside we got MACs Thats why we act like we dont know how to act Who wanna got chopped? who wanna get shot? Who wanna get these Cristal bottles smashed all across they knot? Dupe, I run wit grimey niggas thats down to tear the club up You run wit dirty niggas that wash and tear the tub up My niggas get knocked witout Glocks, there go the shop They get sticked six months, then come right back to the block I told Tony, we approaching the game strongly I dont give a fuck if Im rubbin these niggas the wrong way, what-what They dont thug niggas out like we do They dont stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They dont thug niggas out like we do They dont stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what Yo, yo in the local club niggas stay gettin hit All they do is clean up the blood, change the name and reopen the shit I watch niggas sip cups and cherish Hennessy as they hard They get drunk, then they wanna thump Thats why I get a kick outta makin em sick Ice on the wrist, big as the shit Titanic hit Now shorties in my hood sayin they like my style Hoes in Hollywood sayin Im too wild Im gettin plenty paper, my head is still nappy Im still plottin to pop police like Pappy Mason, niggas clearly dont understand what they facin Let them get outta line then I have to lace them They runnin for they life then I have to chase them And let shot off in bump-a-clot head Styles awesome, aint it? The flows flawless, flip like a cordless jack Applaud this black, this aint ya average rap They dont thug niggas out like we do They dont stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They dont thug niggas out like we do They dont stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what Gangsta shit, 2000 shit Yo, ayo first they didnt like me, now they let me hit it up Shawty is a pro son, she know how to get it up You aint got keep it on the low son, her head game is crazy Erick Sermon, 2000 shit Def Squad nigga, 50 Cent nigga What-what nigga

write a song like 50 Cent {set to the beat of Gd Up by Tha Eastsidaz}

{set to the beat of Gd Up by Tha Eastsidaz} Yeah, I stay with my ratchet nigga Go head and talk bad nigga You best be on your best behavior out this motherfucker! Ha ha I stay gangstad up, niggas aint got shit on me Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, youre blind if you cant see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody I got a rifle with a scope in the trunk of the Viper So I shoot off the roof like the D.C. sniper I just bought a bezel, and a brand new piece And a level two vest and a brand new piece See yall hip-hop niggas dont want no beef Yall get shot and rat to the hip-hop police Nigga two guns up, I run up in your label Why your guns in the house like a couch potato? I stay gangstad up, niggas aint got shit on me Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, youre blind if you cant see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody These hoes want me to stop, but this is the worst part I was born with this game like birthmarks I dont trip, but Imma get a little watch from my modelin chick Cause she spent a lot of time on my dick I get a new fan every single time that I spit Gray and blue Benz, lovin every diamond I get Fast and furious in the Rang Rove, cause my bread folds Beef I hit your neck and turn your jewelry into red gold I stay gangstad up, niggas aint got shit on me Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, youre blind if you cant see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody Im from the bottom man niggas know I came up hard I got a temper man Im looking for some shit to start Man my tax bracket change, Im sittin on some change The hoes man they changed they dont treat me the same Its not my looks thats got me all up in them drawers Its the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors Man them Ds they done turned them dogs into dopefiends Smell a leak in my clothes so they barkin at me - WHOA!! Yeah, thats gon have to be good enough I lost a friend tonight Jam Master Jay... rest in peace I send my love to his family 50 Cent yall I stay gangstad up, niggas aint got shit on me Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, youre blind if you cant see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody G-Unit, Gods Plan! Damn... {gunshot}

write a song like 50 Cent {Doesnt really matter - us}

{Doesnt really matter - us} No, it dont fucking matter {Doesnt really matter - us} We gon do it my way {Doesnt really matter - us} From here on out its my way 187 in motion Hammer cocked when Im coastin, yeah 187 in motion Hammer cocked when Im coastin Redrum, redrum Fuck with me itll be murder one Redrum, redrum One shooter, ten shots, one gun This is redrum {Oh, its too late, oh, its too late} If I hit him, Ill hurt him, I just catch him and murk him Im not sitting here waiting for him to come back, nah Soon as I spot him, I got him, Ima run up and drop him Get that P-90 popping, nigga, hold that, uh I get the gun and they running, niggas know me for dumbing I got a good reputation, what the fuck can I say? Some of these niggas is bitches, yeah, most of em snitches So I dont let em know its me doing dirt when its me I know just how to work it, I can make it go perfect Have the homicides sitting there scratching their head To me, a victims a victim, you could pay me and pick em Then I hunt ‘em down and take his head off like a deer 187 in motion Hammer cocked when Im coastin, yeah 187 in motion Hammer cocked when Im coastin Redrum, redrum Fuck with me itll be murder one Redrum, redrum One shooter, ten shots, one gun This is redrum {Oh, its too late, oh, its too late} I bet you think that Im vicious, catch you hugging and kissing While the loves in the air, I put a hole in your heart Plus so now that Im missing, Im a fucking magician You might find my DNA all over your broad Me and my cannibal methods, I eat you niggas for breakfast See the cannon respect it, nigga, take off the chain Robberies turn to murder, I do shit you aint heard of Change my mind and just pop you in a blink of an eye I know you thought I was bluffing, but to me this is nothing Now you can lay there leaking, go head curl up and die You tell God when you see him Ill be happy to meet him I went to service this evening, he forgives, not I 187 in motion Hammer cocked when Im coastin, yeah 187 in motion Hammer cocked when Im coastin Redrum, redrum Fuck with me itll be murder one Redrum, redrum One shooter, ten shots, one gun This is redrum {Oh, its too late, oh, its too late} Its murder Nothing but murder

write a song like 50 Cent Said I cant let go of you

Said I cant let go of you Said I dont know what to do : I met Satan any day near from time to time Fucked around, called them both friends of mine Im a bad judge of character, I told her I love her Not much later she was my babys mother I was feeling that girl, man she was my bitch Started out as sugar and she turned to the shit For my account what she wanted is what she can get Man we came from nothing, how could I forget When the drop of candle was finished she could have the last sip When I had two dollars I gave her one I ain`t trip She has a daughter before me fuck who made her I raised her Guess that counts for nothing now everybody wanting Something from a nigga thought the money would make it all gravy Instead it made the closes people to me go crazy Now niggas smoking and drinking a 6-pack But I don`t want the bitch back Verse 1 Normally I`m just waiting for you to call me Normally I ain`t tripping up bout nothing Normally I`m steady doing my thing But now my hustle seems so hard for me Normally I can just shake it off But right now thats not easy at all I`m trying to just ease the pain take it day to day Trying to get it away So I got a blunt in my right hand Then I got this drink in my left hand And I`m just drinking smoking drinking smoking Trying to get her out my head And it hurts me more when I see That youre happier with out me So I`m drinking smoking drinking smoking Trying to get her out my head Normally I`m calm and collective But right now I`m just young and restless And I ain`t talking bout the show I`m taking bout the love that I can`t let go Normally I don`t feel like this Normally I`m just going to the next But this is so different don`t know how to deal with this Man I don`t know what to do with my self Cuz when ever I try to get out I can`t help Missing you thinking of you All them little things that we used to do And I can`t let go of all them memories So I drank I smoke to help me Clear my mind ease my mind Thats my reason why x2 Said I cant let go of you Said I dont know what to do Said I cant let go of you Said I dont know what to do Said I cant let go of you Said I dont know what to do Said I cant let go of you Said I cant let go of you

write a song like 50 Cent Nobody likes me, but thats okay

Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but thats okay Cause I don’t like yall anyway Man, I dont like y’all anyway Fuck all yall I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie? Even bitches who dont know me, they wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me I came in the rap humble, I dont give a fuck now Ill serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown Coke price go up, capsules come down The Ds run in my crib, Im nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me they dont even stash crack They keep it on ’em, right there in they ass crack The way these cats move confuse me, but it’s all good Puffy ran up on Steve, why you aint ran up on Suge? I’ma ask you these questions cause I dont understand Cheeks, why you aint show to Tys wake, I thought he was your mans Jigga stay away from Ja before he get on some bullshit Talk to police on that Sammy the Bull-shit Hey pussy Ja, why you get juxed in ya own hood? Why niggas who rob you walk around like it’s all good? Damn, why you ran to Preme to get your shit back? Why you wont approach me? cause you know Ill push your shit back Scream murder, I dont believe you Murder, fuck around and leave you Murder, I dont believe you Murder, murder your lifes on the line Yall niggas dont want no parts of me Im trying to figure out how yall started me You gon make me catch you on the late night Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six Ja, when I dont like a nigga, I dont pretend to Ill have the paramedics wrappin ya fuckin head like a Hindu Nas said he half-man, half-amazin You half-X, half-Pac, that aint hot Nigga, I aint goin nowhere so get used to me OGs look at me and see Im what they used to be Im the nigga that sell coke, the nigga that sell dope The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold sope The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick Nigga aint in his right mind going against me My pictures painted the words that make a blind man see Scream murder, I dont believe you Murder, fuck around and leave you Murder, I dont believe you Murder, murder your lifes on the line

write a song like 50 Cent If you gon give it to me baby

Yeah If you gon give it to me baby Dont play games, jus give it to me baby The waitin is drivin me crazy You can have it how you like it, girl, we could get it on tonight Im gon give it to you baby I aint playin games, Ima give it to you baby The waitings been drivin you crazy Your place or mine, baby, its goin down tonight Girl quit playin why you tryin to stall me Not on the first night, come on, that shit corny Im tired of finger-fuckin this phone Phone calls bore me, you got me horny Is you against me or is you for me Is you into dick pleasin if so you leavin Cell phones off so they wont be ringin Might as well get off when you get home you beastin Motherfucker already think you cheatin Homie woulda cried then give him a reason Im tired of you tellin me how hes cheatin Girl dont get mad get even If you gon give it to me baby Dont play games, jus give it to me baby The waitin is drivin me crazy You can have it how you like it, girl, we could get it on tonight Im gon give it to you baby I aint playin games, Ima give it to you baby The waitings been drivin you crazy Your place or mine, baby, its goin down tonight Dont hurt nobody when you move that thang You make a nigga jus lose his brain When you make that ass clap and swing your hips Put your head in my lap then lick your lips Come on dip baby dip, yeah Im bout my pimp With a whole lotta ice, 24s on my whip You can all take a trip the after party Thirty two room mansion and ten garages Make a home flick, how them real ménages So tell your girls its just me and my partners We dont throw dollaz we start with 20s And theres more where that came from, come get with me, yeah.. If you gon give it to me baby Dont play games, jus give it to me baby The waitin is drivin me crazy You can have it how you like it, girl, we could get it on tonight Im gon give it to you baby I aint playin games, Ima give it to you baby The waitings been drivin you crazy Your place or mine, baby, its goin down tonight I just wanna get you hot and wet Im so seductive I make em fiend for the sex I just wanna stroke your brain For the first half-hour then I smoke your thang This is exclusive sex, we a star couple On the lee-low though, we too much trouble And your friends is hot, and my friends is the shit We can have our own private party at the crib The haze, the licks, your legs can sit On top of my shoulders while Im goin in Yeah I talk dirty and we jus met But you feelin the vibe you gotta admit.. If you gon give it to me baby Dont play games, jus give it to me baby The waitin is drivin me crazy You can have it how you like it, girl, we could get it on tonight Im gon give it to you baby I aint playin games, Ima give it to you baby The waitings been drivin you crazy Your place or mine, baby, its goin down tonight

write a song like 50 Cent Yo whats up, it’s the kid 50 cent, this is new shit right here on ThisIs50.com exclusive

Yo whats up, it’s the kid 50 cent, this is new shit right here on ThisIs50.com exclusive You got me feeling crazier than a motherfucker Remember where you heard it first Play this on the radio Play this on the radio Play this on the radio Play this on the radio First they said that faggot hot, then they let that junkie shot Keep them motherfucking trophies, tell me where the fuck is mine? Im back on the underground, back where I belong now Told you how I felt then, this is how I feel now Focus on my lyrics now, Im having a melt down I don’t wanna sip tea or chit chat on your sofa Bitch, I aint Jay-Z, fuck you, Oprah Suck dick, deep throat and gag, now Im mad You don’t like hip-hop, then we don’t like your ass Fuck the award shows, don’t even mention my shit Im the hottest nigga on the net, they cant censor my shit I say what the fuck I wanna say, I done been through some shit Look, shit, damn, cocksucker, punk bitch motherfucker Play this on the radio, play this on he radio Faggot, ho, slut, cunt, suck a dick, roll a blunt Play this on the radio, play this on the radio White bitch, Black bitch, Asian bitch, crazy ho Play this on the radio, play this on the radio Cracker spit, horny trick, buy a pussy, here we go Play this on the radio, play this on the radio Yeah, turn it up now, so you can hear me It’s the return of the heartless Creative monster Eminem, Dre, 50, Shady Aftermath Niggas cant tell me nothing, son I was broke and fucked up, now what? I dare you to say something, Ill break your fucking neck Any one of these niggas, son, Im waiting And Im on your heels, Mr. Carter, I heard you You want me to...die ugly? Okay Don’t end up on the list, nigga Be a missing person Like Camron, like Ja, like Joe Who want some? Who want it? What up?

write a song like 50 Cent Ay, ay quit belling my phone, bruv

Ay, ay quit belling my phone, bruv You think money grows on trees? I just got back from the U.K But Im going back to the U.K I just bought a flat in the U.K I just got back from the U.K But Im going back to the U.K Im a little jetlag now, okay? Shes my London girl - shes my, my My London girl - shes my, my Yeah, the first time I seen her, son, I knew she was the shit I seen her in the V.I.P. chilling with her clique She hot, mane, I watched her, I like her style She dont know what Im thinking when Im staring at her lips In my imagination I can see her suck the dick I like that, I want that, we could do it right now Just a minute of your time, let me talk to ya love I wan get to know you, maybe I can call you up Then we can chit-chat til you let me hit that Ill get deep til I hit the back of your kit-kat Youre not a freak, but youll be one when Im done Its anytime, anyplace with me, hon Im sexual, when Im next to you Im a horny dog, oh my God She said shes so sophisticated, you know when she talk to me Shes such an intellectual, she make me want her sexual Give what I got, backshot after backshot, sweat non-stop I really like the way she move, Im trying to say she hot She rodeo, she ride it good when she get on top She work it, she work it and she be putting it down It looks good, yeah, good enough to taste it A boy toy, yeah. Im what she wan play with She a cougar, got a little age on me But Im experienced, thats what she dont know, homie The same old, same old, starting to feel different Anytime, any place, baby, Im with it Dont stop get it, get it Collapse, relax then get right back with it Yeah Yeah thats the shit Yeah thats my bitch I just got back from the U.K I got a new bitch in the U.K My papers straight, Im okay I just got back, nigga, today 50, you fucking with the #1 nigga now You know, Im international, Jack You understand what Im saying, nigga? Anywhere around the globe International gangsta shit You heard me? Im a pop sensation When I cock that and pop that you gon understand what Im saying

write a song like 50 Cent You know for sure we aint playin

You know for sure we aint playin When you hear us sayin, Its a Queens thing mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim And what hood we from, we say, Queens! Queens! Queens! Now in tuned with the sounds of the best Niggas that ever do it and still doin it the best This is what it sound like, over in Q-U The projects is haunted houses, real demons and ghouls Ya shakin in ya shoes, get some henny, light a dutch Smokin back to back bogies, you scared to death son Out here is real tough, niggasll line you up Real sharp like the barber, get your hair cut! I bang bang and boogie, ya blood on my hoodie You outside stuntin with ya jewelry all goodie Its easy mayne, believe me mayne When Im heard in a jux, thatll ease the pain Im the shittiest nigga, I cut the prettiest nigga From his ear to his chin, I dont care if you his friends Yeah, I did it back then, and Ill do it again I catch a flashback on ya jack and wave the MAC-10 Man, take that shit off! You know for sure we aint playin When you hear us sayin, Its a Queens thing mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim And what hood we from, we say, Queens! Queens! Queens! I dont slide like Usher, I dont make no bands I aint a frontin ass coward, I dont rinse SoundScans I wish Rick and Russell was back, I miss the old Def Jam Cause them new monkeys act like they dont know who I am The promotion and marketing wasnt worth a damn Now they on the balls again cause Fifty my man? Its a Queens thing doofy, this is how we do We rep our hood goofy, how bout you? This is L talkin, not some Patrón and trees Look at the caliber of playas that roll with me Now Im back on top where Im posed to be And yall payin the respect them niggas owe to me Queens nigga! You know for sure we aint playin When you hear us sayin, Its a Queens thing mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim And what hood we from, we say, Queens! Queens! Queens! Yeah we Queens duke, ya know what it is pop They walk upon you, force you in the whip, barrels poked in ya ribs pop Glare from a six shot, bills wallin then hiccup Apes with a shaper from C76 block Queens home of the gulliest goons, fuzzy the room With 50 caliber gun smoke, MAC-1 and one toast Back when I slung dope, sling a batch My stainless gat, packed it back to the D.O.C. and the Run crew Played the P.E. logo, put in front of the gun scope Queens hear me boy boy, bring it here where they slump folks Dizzy with the cartridge and, ready on your marks, you spin Barks from the dogs got they hands shakin like Parkinsons Feel me? You know for sure we aint playin When you hear us sayin, Its a Queens thing mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim And what hood we from, we say, Queens! Queens! Queens! My seat laid back, finger on the trigger Tints on the hoopty, listenin to Thriller Mama se, mama sa, ooh, ma coo sa I got sixteen shots in my Ruger I put one in ya brain, ya medulla Im in Southside Queens with my Luger Ill turn ya dreams into nightmares like Kruger But Im not from Elm Street, Im from Guy Brewer Yeah! You know for sure we aint playin When you hear us sayin, Its a Queens thing mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim And what hood we from, we say, Queens! Queens! Queens!

write a song like 50 Cent Ay yo fif’ I was thinking you should go back to doing the shit you used to do

Ay yo fif’ I was thinking you should go back to doing the shit you used to do Murder them, murder them They violate, I demonstrate Yeah, I’ll murder them Niggas be fronting word up They stunting till they hurt up That semi talk I’ll let it buck I had these niggas running hard I’ll pull a nigga’s skirt up and have him kicking dirt up I’ll get a nigga an’ a nigga back up stupid hard Silence it’s the return of the tyrant Seein’ through my third eye with both closed eyelids Stand closer to the homie you gon’ to die with Flames come up out the muzzle wanting shit that I did I’m talking like the feds ain’t listening Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you’re fishing in I give to a nigga if he want it Better ask niggas about me I’ll be on it I get to drop, blow out your knot, perfect planning Hit your back with something hot out the cannon It’s murder one, it’s premeditated Murder, then it’s another one Back to back, put work in It’s murder one, it’s premeditated Murder, then it’s another one Back to back, put work in You know I ain’t got the strap on me Holding that for me I’m f-cked up, it really doesn’t matter though Hundred nine millimeter shells in the Calico Wait, niggas drop like dominoes Run for your life, puta si vámonos I was taught to see my crew a long time ago Grew up around cocaine, yeah even my mamma know I cut a O in the fo’ with seven at a time Made four hundred of that, you know a nigga grind Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time A nigga shine like a nickel nine I’ve been talking to the man in the mirror Nigga so ass they was shaking like Shakira It seems like my vision’s gettin’ clearer See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin near ya It’s funny how niggas never hear ya, till you run down on ‘em Gun down on ‘em It’s murder one, it’s premeditated Murder, then it’s another one Back to back, put work in It’s murder one, it’s premeditated Murder, then it’s another one Back to back, put work in Yeah starting to feel like the old me

write a song like 50 Cent Paper touchin! I dont know if your money right but a nigga like me got paper

Paper touchin! I dont know if your money right but a nigga like me got paper I dont know if your money right but a nigga like me got paper I dont know what your money like but a nigga like me bout paper Im bout paper, Im bout paper All my niggas gettin paper We got paper, we got paper All my hustlers got paper Listen up hustlers, I treat them bricks Like the Wheel of Fortune spin it, thats why Im rich Sick, I should have been in Saw IV But Im numero uno trick draw four HEY! I wave at the haters They know its me I be wearin all the lasers Shakedown, we paper touch Ever since I came home and escaped the cuffs Cafe, servin the East to the West! I got em on E like Ryan Seacrest The Wire said keep the devil in the hole But Im the chef my kettle is never cold Its whatever for the dough, whatever on the flo Like Im from Frisco just tell me when to go Memorial Day in M-I-A! I made it Hurricane Chris, Ay Bay Bay From PR to DR, niggas know who we are They know how we do it its the motherfuckin Unit Push the rock move the yayostack paper like Leggos 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 talkin 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 50! I dont know if your money right but a nigga like me got paper I dont know what your money like but a nigga like me bout paper Im bout paper, Im bout paper All my niggas gettin paper We got paper, we got paper All my hustlers got paper HA-HAH!!!! Yeah.. Yo, if it look like a good write-off, Im chargin it The Gucci napsack got a couple large in it The CD player got El Debarge in it Laid back, while your girls massagin it I keep my loot saved, sell mad crack Other than that, stay in the crib and watch bootlegs Polo robe on, Louis Vuitton cleathers Thick R&B chick, gettin my Hov on Soon as we unwrap em, cuttin the stove on Cook em, cut em, and bag em then Im gettin my Os on I dont pay attention to internet bloggers I really get it in, wit the murderers and robbers This is what a goonll do Treat your gravesite like a urinal then YouTube your funeral Its just Jada , and I might see you in hell Much later, but right now Imma touch paper Baby, I touch paper, so much paper We can split it down the middle like Dutch paper And fo real, I dont even call it paper I got money out the ass, so its toilet paper Shorty good money in the back area Curve on her hip make me wanna Blackberry her And everybody talkin duffle bag shit Only paper in is prolly what they stuff the bag with My swag fit like its tailor-made yo New York love me, I got a tailor-made flow Oh naw, I aint who to go hard wit My young boyll do the job like the Omar hit, sheeiiiiiiittttttttt! I dont know if your money right but a nigga like me got paper I dont know what your money like but a nigga like me bout paper Im bout paper, Im bout paper All my niggas gettin paper We got paper, we got paper All my hustlers got paper Konvict!!!!!

write a song like 50 Cent My Glock pop from blocks you can feel it

My Glock pop from blocks you can feel it G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthafuckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthafuckin unit! Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’ I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’ I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up I got a trunk full of tens I got a stash full of ends I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20 inch rims Got that Beamer that Bentley I got that 63 Benz And a white bitch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end Call her head game the Hoover I mean the way she maneuver Up and down, up and down, and a nigga head spin ’round She’s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go She get to takin’ it deep, and put a nigga to sleep Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’ I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’ I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up Its on now, ’cause these bitches gyrating We strapped right, cause niggas be violatin’ Party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she aint stoppin’ Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ pussy poppin’ tic-toc-in Make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick Play the game bitch, shit make us both rich Fuck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit I aint nothin’ like the niggas you done been with Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’ I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’ I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me Tricks on me, tricks on me Me I’m never trippin’ for a bitch homie Bitch homie, I’m rich homie Turn it up! Thats 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka You niggas see me Lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthafucka You niggas aint sayin nothin’ Know I got that muthaf-ckin tre pound, 6 shots muthafucka I let it rotate Niggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at? Nigga I dont know where the fuck that Lil’ nigga at I aint heard from him Fuck Yayo too nigga, I’m on some new shit Fuck the group nigga I’ma introduce you to my new niggas Uh, its 0-11 I figured out whats the matter with this shit It aint me, its these niggas Its the Roc, I’m on my Jay Z shit Nah nah, fuck the group man I’m on my Beyonce shit I’m on my way to the top godammit

write a song like 50 Cent Now play my Tony Yayo shit

Now play my Tony Yayo shit Yeah, 50 Cent G-Unit Remix Tony Yayo We gonna do it again Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - ho Hey yo, my truck talk for me If I was bummy and ugly Your bitchll still have love for me As long as I push a truck, rims chunky Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye And them loud system full of bass and highs You see that X5 BM Packed with Puerto Ricans Bad mommies on the low, just creepin Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... Might see me in the Jeep Rollin round 4 deep And you know we on the creep Nigga, Im holdin it Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road I pull the seats back Put the sheets in the luggage rack Pull out my balls And play an Aaron Hall track I tell a chick Bend over, mami Hit em with the Henny Dick Now my windows foggy Its time to party, I got TVs, CDs and DVDs Now bitch, get on your knees You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat Dont cum on my leather, dont stain my floor mats Wheres your baby mama? She in the truck and Im blessin her Undressing her Make hop out for air re-freshener I aint stressing her Cause my rims keep checkin her Shes 21, my rim size older than her TWENTY TWOS Niggas say they want beef But when they see me in the street They dont slow down to speak Cause they know Im holdin ..

write a song like 50 Cent Go on love, its my birthday

Go go go go go go Go on love, its my birthday You look tarty love, its my birthday Ill buy you a bacardi love, its my birthday And you know Im having a laugh, its not my birthday You can find me in the pub with a pint of bud Look love I got a fiver if you let me see your jugs Im into playing darts, I aint into growing shrubs So come fill up my mug before my fag gets stubbed You can find me in the pub with a pint of bud Look love I got a fiver if you let me see your jugs Im into playing darts, I aint into growing shrubs So come fill up my mug before my fag gets stubbed When I pull up out front you see my vauxhall nova When I hit the bar its ten pints before Im over I came to watch the game cause Im a blackburn rover And I munch on M&Ms while Im downing Smirnova But only nothings changed cash down bottoms up And I got a paper cut from rolling my rizzla up If you watch how I move youll mistake me for a geez or a gimp Cause I fell down my stairs and now I walk with a limp In the crap bits of Watford they say 50 you hot They like me I want them to love me like lesbian pop But go to Hemel Hempstead and theyll tell you Im crazy Cause I once got drunk and humped a statue of a lady But Im fully focused now, tea and coffee on my mind Got a part time job in the daily grind Now this girl yeah she likes my hair she likes my car Her friend is fit but shes as ugly as tar You can find me in the pub with a pint of bud Look love I got a fiver if you let me see your jugs Im into playing darts, I aint into growing shrubs So come fill up my mug before my fag gets stubbed You can find me in the pub with a pint of bud Look love I got a fiver if you let me see your jugs Im into playing darts, I aint into growing shrubs So come fill up my mug before my fag gets stubbed My girlfriends mum gave me the cash That bought me all my fancy stuff My couch, my fridge, my plates, my weights Look mate Im tied down but I aint changed And you should love it way more than I hate it Youre like my dad, your fashion sense is outdated Im that bloke by the bar when Im on my round Youre that weird guy who never leaves or makes a sound When the beats are pumping I get my macarena on My mates drag me to my chair before the end of the song If the roofs on fire someone dial nine-nine-nine And if you wanna get drunk love it isnt a crime Ill tell you what I tell every girl - youre fit, nice hair If you dont wanna rush it, heres another Red Square Or I could tell my mates Ill be round the back with a Kronenbourg Theyll know where we be yeah You can find me in the pub with a pint of bud Look love I got a fiver if you let me see your jugs Im into playing darts, I aint into growing shrubs So come fill up my mug before my fag gets stubbed You can find me in the pub with a pint of bud Look love I got a fiver if you let me see your jugs Im into playing darts, I aint into growing shrubs So come fill up my mug before my fag gets stubbed Dont act like you dont know where Ive been either mum In the pub all the time mum Its about to pop off mum Burn Unit

write a song like 50 Cent They say I aint lyrical, they say I aint a miracle

{DAMN!} Im number one! Yeah! They say I aint lyrical, they say I aint a miracle I say some hard shit so they say I aint spiritual They act like they know God better than me I know God Allah, he used to pump crack up the street Allahu Akbar, clap him, run through your backyard Let the MAC off, tear half of your back off {gunshot} This is my block, my spot, I am here Im a Southside nigga to the bone, get that clear Ayo pull that back, man! Ayo play that again man, youknomsayin? Im number one! {THISIS50.COM!} Yeah! They say I aint lyrical, they say I aint a miracle I say some hard shit so they say I aint spiritual They act like they know God better than me I know God Allah, he used to pump crack up the street Allahu Akbar, clap him, run through your backyard Let the MAC off, tear half of your back off {gunshot} This is my block, my spot, I am here Im a Southside nigga to the bone, get that clear Now I got a better hustle so Im getting better bread Buy my bitches better shit so they gimme better head You thinking about getting down with me, yeah, you better kid Where the fuck you gon get a job? You a predicate... ... felon, its back to crack selling Nigga get caught telling , crack your melon I told you Id blow, now you see it to believe it My head gassed up, man, Im so conceited Nigga, you aint never gon see me in the hood Motherfuck that shit, nigga, Im too good {gunshot} Run tell niggas 50 is bougie You dont buy his CDs and dont go see his movies He dont act like he used to in Juve He was on the medication {WOOO!}, now that nigga there loony Can it be I been away too long? I mean way too long Can it be I stayed away too long? Did I leave your mind when I was gone? Its not my thing trying to get back But this time let me tell you where Im at You dont have to worry cause Im coming Back to where I should have always staaaayed And now Ive heard the maybe to your story And its enough love for me to staaaaaaaay Can it be I stayed away too long? Did I leave your mind when I was gone? Its not my thing trying to get baaaack But this time let me tell you where Im at I wanna, wanna be where you are, ooohhhhhhhh Anywhere you are, ooohhhhhhhh I wanna, wanna be where you are, ooohhhhhhhh Everywhere you are, ooohhhhhhhh

write a song like 50 Cent Now I lay thee down to sleep

Im so so serious Im oh so serious I, I got it I, I get it Now I lay thee down to sleep I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep If I should die though before I awake Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake Its 50, Im so real, you aint see none realer Ex-crack dealer, I click-clack for the skrilla Im heartless, something like a cold-blooded killer Im filthy, dirty with the money, my nigga I done ran through more cars than your Rolls Royce dealer I put that on my Goddaughter, I love you, Jon Miller New Bentley or not, watch the chinchilla Sean Don spitter, Banshee four wheeler Im big in New York, I move like Godzilla Gorilla, U.N.I.T Nigga Grave digger, ask Puffy and Jigga Made nigga, my pockets get bigger And bigger, you got no choice but to feel a Nigga when I spit that shit, I figure Itll only bring more bread You fuck around, I get down and go upside yo head Now I lay thee down to sleep I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep If I should die though before I awake Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake Now I lay thee down to sleep I pray the Lord forgive me for holding heat If I should die though before I awake Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake Oh! I just got back from the UK A lil jet-lagged from the flight But when Im out there, they say... They say, 50, 50 youre my favorite We love you, 50! Youre massive Mash it up, there is no competition No, no, there is no competition You have to be kidding I cant believe it, Im drunk! Its 50, yeah

write a song like 50 Cent When the chips were down you just laughed at us

Ha ha Im back, bastards! When the chips were down you just laughed at us Now you bout to feel the fucking wrath of Aftermath, faggots! Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you cant convince me the Lord dont love me When my cds drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why cant it just be Im blessed Im a track-star, running through life, chasing my dream Best deal I made was trading the mic for that triple beam I zone off thinking is there really heaven or hell So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell I need no answers to these questions, cause time will tell Got a date with destiny, shes more than a girl Dont much good come from me, but my music Is a gift given from God so Ima use it I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day If times are hard, when you hear it, know youll be okay A old G told me Gods favorites have a hard time You out the hood, thats good now stay on the grind Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I dont wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking weed, well never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies elses child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So Im told, but I havent seen the change unfold With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen, rise My ghetto queen, rise Dont be afraid to try Too many of us died to the door to open wide My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize Though everybody dies Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me My friends cant understand this new me Thats understandable, man, but think how bananas youd be Youd be an animal too, if you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo And everybodys looking at you, what you want me to do? Im starting to live like a recluse and the truth is Fames starting to give me an excuse to be at a all time low I sit alone in my home theater watching the same damn DVD Of the first tour, the last tour he was still alive And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills will make me feel alright And if Im still awake in the middle of the night Ill just take a couple more, yeah youre motherfucking right I aint slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on dole em out Daddy, dont you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground Fuck, dont I know the sound of that voice Yeah baby hold me down Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me

write a song like 50 Cent Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT , yeah, its 50 CENT

Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT , yeah, its 50 CENT And Lloyd Banks , and Tony Yayo , nigga, nigga You gotta love it, New York City I been doin my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears Im doin my thang I said Ive been doin my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn Im doin my thang Uh, yeah, my chain is so heavy , I think its necessary For me to talk about all of the stones in my resi I used to push a Chevy , about to cop a Bentley And stun 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 any I know a stripper named Jenny I marked a nigga named Vinny I aint in on many , a CEO named Giddy 50 is so witty, 50 is so high 50 got the fuckin hood on lock I been doin my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears Im doin my thang I said Ive been doin my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn Im doin my thang When Im knockin you down, no one can save ya, from the other side of the door It sounds like you going through this before My passport is valid, so Im goin through Asia Flyin through Paris, stoppin in Britain, shoppin and shittin If you aint jumpin off of the truck, you walkin We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks My name papi, so Im higherin the price Bitch about to make enough money, to buy you a life I been doin my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears Im doin my thang I said Ive been doin my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn Im doin my thang Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yo, I got so many hoes, that my pimp game natural The only time I dont fuck, is in the AIDS capital Look at the watch, you have a hard time seein it I got so many rocks, they have a hard time breathin See the cross on my neck? Hoes want to know whats the course on my neck First she said no, now she almost said yes Now we in the telly, and we both butt nak, workin up a sweat I been doin my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears Im doin my thang I said Ive been doin my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn Im doin my thang Yeah nigga You know its me when Im cruisin through your motherfuckin hood And shit nigga, Dont try to act like you dont know it me And shit, You know what Im sayin? I didnt put no tints on the motherfucker So you could see me nigga If Im gonna spend $125,000 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 You a half time hustla, im a full time hustla

50 Cent: G-G-G-G-G...G-G-G-G-G...G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! You a half time hustla, im a full time hustla Cuz I stay on the grind, i stay on the grind While you chasin your dick, Ill be chasin them chips Cuz I stay On the grind, I stay on the grind Man, the Ds on me, cuz they caught me with a nine And I, stay on the grind, I stay on the grind Wife be beggin, for me to spend time Cuz I, stay on the grind, I stay on the grind All I do is sit and think of ways that I can come up Catch you joukes and run up, and leave a nigga dun up My pockets im hurtin homie, I aint feelin this shit Have yo mama screamin BABY MOVE! ITS A HIT!!! I aint Scarface, No women no kids I dont give a fuck Better teach that bitch and that little nigga ta duck With a P90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya If you survive, you gon feel what talonsll do to ya Im a hard-headed nigga, I came up so hard Had to get shot 9 times for me to find God If them planes hit the projects, nobody will care Look around, they aint nothin but black folks around here When brothas become political, and start to manuever Theyll give you a hundred years man, they did it to Hoover Ya, you can hate me or love me, when you see me bust shots Or come and hug me, come show me she loves me I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5, and I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I aint got time for love. Im tryna get mine, and I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got more than a little, and Im always gon shine, cuz I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call when Im busy, when you got spare time, cuz I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got cliental, I flip coke in a hurry Darryl Strawberry even called me on the celly And Whitney Houston, so my coke be movin I got the china white from this Cuban And my dope connects, a doofy African He got Boo-koo bucks, he be traffican I know feinds thatll rob a train, to feed their vein Feinds thatll kill an addict that support their habit Feinds thatll pawn their jewels for dog food So when Im on the strip, you know Im on the move Fuck coppin a Bentley, wit low ass milage I cop ten bricks and pay for a palace Now theres coke in Atlanta, dope in Alabama Im, not a rapper, Tony Yayos a scrambler Remember back then, is when I slinged on the corner I had the sheep skin, my girl had the leather bomber I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5, and I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I aint got time for love. Im tryna get mine, and I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got more than a little, and Im always gon shine, cuz I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call when Im busy, when you got spare time, cuz I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind Dont get caught robbin the pot, cause your handll be tossed And playin both sidesll getcha man buried, boss Ima flood the watch, and every cross Nevermind the chorus, im in a Porsche, its my turn to floss Dont put me in a mix of your rap lies Diss me, Ill dip you in toilet water so you can get baptized I grew up with the peasants in the halls Elevators is broke, probably had asbestos in the walls Now haters get reckless with the calls Cause Im fuckin their bitch and they buyin breakfast in the morn Not to mention, he dresses in the malls New Prada footwear, X and O necklace with the bars I dont care if you over 300 pounds, dont seduce me Youll get your big ass cut up like Bruce Lee I wont stop til my squad eat We got tools, thatll spin your ass around like a 5 Heartbeat I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5, and I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I aint got time for love. Im tryna get mine, and I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got more than a little, and Im always gon shine, cuz I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call when Im busy, when you got spare time, cuz I Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

write a song like 50 Cent Ficar por cima é tão melhor do que embaixo

Ooouu Ficar por cima é tão melhor do que embaixo Muito melhor... Mano você só pensa na grana Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar Mano você só pensa na grana Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar Mano você só pensa na grana E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar Mano você só pensa na grana Achando que isso que vai te salvar É verão, meu Porsche é branco como leite Na BA os caras me chamam de Fifty Cent É engraçado de frente, pra mim Fico com raiva você tem inveja, de mim Eu vou descer o braço, afinal, sou da quebrada Fica esperto, num entro numa enrascada Tá ligado em algo por qualquer besteirinha Fica esperto com a minha gatinha Não é minha culpa se a grana é da posição Tentar ele iria e resolve com o chefão Todo mundo fica louco quando a grana não chega Eu quero ter minha casa, meus filhos e minha nega Quando chegamos, você Ouve a nossa batida Abre sua mente, minha querida Estamos em contrapartida Você é minha prometida Mano você só pensa na grana Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar Mano você só pensa na grana Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar Mano você só pensa na grana E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar Mano você só pensa na grana Ou achando coisas que vai te salvar Os manos me adoram sou daquele lugar Chego na boate as minas só querem transar Quanto cê tá de putas? Eu tenho elas Em São Paulo e Rio, você prefere qual delas? Você sabe que enlouqueço elas na sorte Após o voo de cinco horas, de Nova York Eu falo cum gangster e com a vadia Sou um cafetão que não fala bom dia Ela vai trazer a calcinha, eu suponho Transar com ela, é meu grande sonho Ela falar do jogo, s-s-s-sexual De quatro ou de lado ele me acha legal A merda mudou Desde Portugal Ela sabe dês de Que ache legal Cara, eu to me segurando Você vai tar roubando Mano você só pensa na grana Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar Mano você só pensa na grana Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar Mano você só pensa na grana E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar Mano você só pensa na grana Achando que isso que vai te salvar

write a song like 50 Cent My Polo on my Dolce on

Yeah My Polo on my Dolce on Its my crew and Polow Da Don I get that kitty ma I get that cash boo Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass ho! Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat But bitch I get pussy for free, Im hittin that Big boy Bentley, big boy semi Niggas wanna kill me, aint worth nigga pennies I drop a bag off, and the Uz will spray you I need six pockets like a pool table These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab Hoes like, Why he actin so Hollywood? Cause theres a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood Im hot, no ghostwriter for the mic Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH! Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat But bitch I get pussy for free, Im hittin that She got what I want, want She got what I need, need She rollin my blunt, blunt Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {growls} Im so ghetto, Im so, Im so ghetto On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal I bes in the club with my burner like WHAT I done did so much dirt, I aint tryin to get CUT Im a bad boy, that bad boy they wan fuck with They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid I make that hard white flip, nigga since Get Rich My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch Like, get in get in! You and your friend He sold ten mil twice, he fin to do it again ALL ABOARD! Bitch dont miss the train 50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo brain, huh? Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat But bitch I get pussy for free, Im hittin that I dont pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well its the kid A.K.A., in and out your sisters crib Mr. So Fly, I OD the stores My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors Before you see me off, youll see hell freeze You got a V-12? I got 12 Vs Its only so many months, you do the math Im a smoker, its so many blunts for you to pass on me Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin And your mouthll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin You might see, me, frozen cause Im holdin I done told em If yo game cant control em, then shes as good as stolen Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat But bitch I get pussy for free, Im hittin that

write a song like 50 Cent I took a sip of the potion

I took a sip of the potion Little SK, a little Goose, now I’m loose Quest for the cheddar I bought shiny Beretta I’m firing squad hard, you niggas should know better Than to bump with Ferrari, district calamari I kill like rebels in Warri, I’m sorry I ball like I think I’m the Prince of Abu Dhabi Black gold gush out the ground Gun powder fly out the pound I turn a clown smile upside down That’s 3 time zones in my watch face Still hard to tell time with diamonds all over my watch face Twinkle like I’m outta space, Im the big dipper You a little dipper, pipe down little nigga Nice wheels, but don’t talk money, thats what Im about I could fit your house inside my house And your neighbours and ya yard, oh my God This shit aint about shit so I aint gon’ go hard Now kick push, kick push, get the fuck outta here, kick push You’re now being hypnotised, close your eyes And say 50′s my favourite, 50, 50s my favourite I’m not the the one to play with, I mean what I say, bitch 50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite Still on that gutter shit, forever on that gutter shit 50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite I know you love that shit, real niggas be loving this 50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite Oh shit, now a nigga floating That Luger German, thats Kush burning I’m Einstein on the grind, my wheels turning I’m out in Cali Not in Hollywood, Silicon valley I’m bout to get rich, I mean real rich I’m talking Facebook and Spotify type shit I’m not a programmer, I use ghetto grammar Slang, pussy, I’m strong as David Banner The Hulk, my money come in bulk And if this shit go bad I go back to the dope Now pay attention to the murder I wrote This my light shit, my heavy shit on the album Lets get right, bitch

write a song like 50 Cent You want some of this?

You want some of this? When you hear that... Nigga, its on When you hear that... You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn Shells will bend your ass up - word is born When you hear that... Nigga, its on When you hear that... You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn Shells will bend your ass up - word is born You say you a shooter; nobody believes you I dont say Im a shooter; I just shoot if I need to Gat bust Adrenaline rush High off dust Rap tycoon Mossberg boom Nigga, I go through ya whole set I come through ya hood bumpin Bobby Womack Old school, new school Nigga, dont move I run up right behind your ass, lightin up the tool Nigga, what? When you hear that... Nigga, its on When you hear that... You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn Shells will bend your ass up - word is born When you hear that... Nigga, its on When you hear that... You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn Shells will bend your ass up - word is born Yeah, nigga 50, nigga You know what time it is The Talk of New York Im like a Mexican drug lord - my cash come quicker Im sittin on bricks like a Columbian nigga Movin coke - a lot of that white shit On the Amtrak, comin back with this dyke chick And this white bitch Man I just bought a nice whip Chi-Chi get that Yayo; homie toss that brick They lovin my product They fiendin to buy it Man, I got these fiends gettin skinny like Bohemian Diets Po-Po they creep pass Man, I peep task They lookin at my face cause I shoot like Steve Nash The Llama in the truck Baby mama baggin up Got Medina in the cut So these fiends ballin up When you hear that... Nigga, its on When you hear that... You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn Shells will bend your ass up - word is born When you hear that... Nigga, its on When you hear that... You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn Shells will bend your ass up - word is born You hear that boy, Yayo Ah, man Its crazy You just gon give em that for free? Ah, man Im puttin this shit out man Tony Yayo man... 2nd quarter AH!

write a song like 50 Cent Cause I aint into talking

Nigga, you better walk Cause I aint into talking I hit you up I put you in your coffin You see with me? Its really not a game man I hit them up Lay them down Bang bang This around shack wheres is at? Click clack gimme dat POW POW BAP BAP THATS THAT! Let my chiddy bang bang, I aint wit da chitta chat Play my role script was that the code Im a stick with that Been made my mind up to be the first dumpin Since a nigga shot at me right after we jumped him I told Tity, Baby, and Mane not to touch em I used fuck wit em, now Im like fuck em Dick in the dust, my riders gon do it Real nigga shit I give em the gun to do it Nigga shit real you can die over your music Whatchu gon do kill a nigga youtube it it look stupid nigga You, you, you, and you a bitch Now look how I played you..like I do a bitch I dont talk it, I walk it, put your coffin on an auction My zodiac sign says caution, nigga Just cause you pussy nigga you aint got nine lives I pack 50 shots you get hit bout 30 times Ready N.Y. time, ownin L.A. time Time pickin you, another dead body found Another day, another died, triple murder homicide You can stay on the side now your family jeopardized You aint bout this gangsta shit, I can see it in your eyes Matter fact I cant, talking with your head down M-zone gangsta Rida Gang Lone Ranger Hand in his pocket, keep his fingers on his banger Dont sit behind me, see I dont trust strangers For the green I turn also, dont make me angry You got splenda in your gender, pussy in your persona Screamin at ya so hard but sounding like Rihanna You dont even add up, I know you dont the problems I can hit a nigga wit a choppa from a chopper Im that bad kid nobody never wanted to play with Tryna do somethin evil and get away with Growing up I wasnt always the family favorite Now they dont say shit, cause Im famous I hit the block I wanna see ankles spraining Im aimed and cocked, Im Bangkok dangerous Dont run for cover, run for your gun! And if you aint got one... run Stick a fork in that nigga, hes done You pussy, cause you dont get none like a nun Like Lennox with the ox I murder for fun Dont charge me with Murder-One, cause Im a murder some Uh..yeah, yeah murderer, murderer Light em up, light em up, burn em up burn er up Niggas just talkin shit, I aint never heard of ya Keep walkin or be a wheelchair purchaser

write a song like 50 Cent Its no secret, you know that

Its no secret, you know that A nigga want to fuck No time for playing games, Im saying, mane Dont you tell me whats up Baby, if you want it That money, you can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now, baby If you want it Baby, if you want it That money, you can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now, baby If you want it Sike, we dont buy pussy, bitch This aint Murder Inc., this is G-Unit We got hoes from coast to coast to stash the toast I dare you approach, I kill if provoked Jeff, you a joke, the fact that your stroke is on my album Paid him fifty thousand He told me how he tickled your ass, you fruit pop You sing like you in love, you homo thug The X make you feel like a don, you Elton John Baby, if you want it That money, you can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now, baby If you want it Baby, if you want it That money, you can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now, baby If you want it I play the club with a cup full of Hennessey Nah, that bitch aint my girl Its just whenever Im around she pretend to be Look, I dont dance much Im in the club with the toast If you wondering why Im pulling my pants up Come alone, niggas might ruin your day Cause we throwing elbows while you doing the shake After the party im on the fence pissing Just because I like french fries dont mean I like french kissing Bitch Baby, if you want it That money, you can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now, baby If you want it Baby, if you want it That money, you can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now, baby If you want it Yo, when the sun go down and your ho aint home She with the G-Unit getting her freak on My NY shorty be on some jealous shit But my L.A. bitch take that color shit serious I live on the tour bus, and party on the plane I got hoes from Hawaii to motherfucking Spain We can creep in the truck on the low from your man Cause all I want to do is get my nuts out the sand Baby, if you want it That money, you can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now, baby If you want it Baby, if you want it That money, you can have it But you got to fuck me now Fuck me now, baby If you want it

write a song like 50 Cent Im not sayin Im a saint

Yeah, yeah Im not sayin Im a saint But I know what games I play And I know what games I dont And I dont say that Im complete But I know what classy means And I know that you are not Sittin there in your fast cars, windows down Bad songs blastin out Cat calls, but you dont know my name I dont know what you heard about me But you wont get me out on that D Boy, your hustle tricks are so cheap Youre just a mother-effin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But you wont get me out on that D Boy, your hustle tricks are so cheap Youre just a mother-effin P-I-M-P Do you think its that easy? Do you think you gon get me Just by tellin me you want me? Im sorry, not sorry, no Come on, boy, what happened to your manners? Come on, boy, you know it really matters, yeah Well, you wont get to me Sittin there in your fast cars, windows down Bad songs blastin out Cat calls, but you dont know my name You dont know my name I dont know what you heard about me But you wont get me out on that D Boy, your hustle tricks are so cheap Youre just a mother-effin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But you wont get me out on that D Boy, your hustle tricks are so cheap Youre just a mother-effin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But you wont get me out on that D Boy, your hustle tricks are so cheap Youre just a mother-effin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But you wont get me out on that D Boy, your hustle tricks are so cheap Youre just a mother-effin P-I-M-P

write a song like 50 Cent Shawty, shake that thing, I said shake that thing

Yeah, yeah Shawty, shake that thing, I said shake that thing Girl, you know I like the way you move it Aint shit change, same clique, same gang Girl, you know youre rockin with the Unit When we hit the flo, girl, you already know How we do it, do it, do it When the hits come on, if my clique aint gone We gon do the same two-step to it Shawty, you know I want that cat Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back Hustle, now hurry, now shawty, make that stack Girl, work it out, work it out Shawty, you know I want that cat Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack Girl, work it out, work it out She aint the same girl she was when she was 16 She want her tummy tuck , she want her breasts reduc She aint sexy , but she like to fuck And she like to fuck and she like to fuck Yeah, my stunts so shocking to see Pull up at the light and drop the GT I know you heard me on the radio I know you seen me on the video She want drinking Cristal, you still drinking Mo-ey? Your bitch bag Louie? My bitch bag Chloe I got rubberband tires on the Rover, man And a see-through wrist on the Rollie band Shawty, you know I want that cat Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back Hustle, now hurry, now shawty, make that stack Girl, work it out, work it out Shawty, you know I want that cat Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack Girl, work it out, work it out Yeah, yeah, quarter mil automobile Woodgrain wheel when I wanna go chill Rubber grip, feel on the bottom of the steel Imma ball and champagne bottles gon spill, for real Shawty shake her ass like a stripper But she all bones, I like mine thicker I aint your ordinary hot rhyme nigga Im a top dime nigga, pop dime nigga Radio play, Hot 9 nigga They buying big chains so I got mine bigger I get it, but no gifts get bought I only cum inside the lips that talk Shawty, you know I want that cat Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back Hustle, now hurry, now shawty, make that stack Girl, work it out, work it out Shawty, you know I want that cat Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack Girl, work it out, work it out Shawty, I dont chase it or taste it But I will Louie Vuitton a bitch with the matching bracelet Time is money so dont waste it I really didnt cum that quick, I faked it Baby, Im patient, no discrimination Blacks and the Asians, even caucasians Got em all shakin, money Im makin One of yall taken, my hotel vacant She knew I had cake when the lights hit the ice Lets go get right, tell your girls good night You know just what I like, you can ride my bike Just hold on the handlebars and I handle yalls Shawty, you know I want that cat Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back Hustle, now hurry, now shawty, make that stack Girl, work it out, work it out Shawty, you know I want that cat Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack Girl, work it out, work it out

write a song like 50 Cent Yall niggas better ease up

Uhh, yeah Yall niggas better ease up Cause I aint for the sucka shit Better figure out who youre fuckin with Hoes down, Gs up Dont get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit Yall niggas better ease up Cause I aint for the sucka shit Better figure out who youre fuckin with Hoes down, Gs up Dont get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit Real shit, yo.. Ive done been caught slippin, had to take the bullets out myself Bite down on this bandana and hold my breath Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left And Id be out of here, finally get my chance to see death Meanwhile Im healin up on Popular Hill Gettin head in the VA, they got your bitch on the film I got to bust a couple heads with my nigga Soulja Slim Talked to C-Murder, he bout to come home from the pen And when he come home, I might be the one thats goin in Just hit your block last week, this week Im goin again You dont know who you fuckin with Im the one they come and get You know what you gonna get, I dont know which gun to get You aint ever shoot nothin, got shot at Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin cap Im bout that, Im gettin the chopper right now I know where Buck hide em at Yall niggas better ease up Cause I aint for the sucka shit Better figure out who youre fuckin with Hoes down, Gs up Dont get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit Yall niggas better ease up Cause I aint for the sucka shit Better figure out who youre fuckin with Hoes down, Gs up Dont get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit Yall niggas better ease up Yeah.. Ive been with the bullshit, niggas sayin Im slippery Their beef was with my car door, them niggas wasnt hittin me Niggas say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signs Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin I take a niggas work, murk, all I do is diss All I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is miss Im my town, boy Im what they wan talk about I show a country nigga quick what New York about City slicker, slick nigga talkin slick shit The slick kinda nigga niggas better stick with If theyre tryna eat, out there on the street Pop shit, pop a nigga, watch a nigga leak Yall niggas better ease up Cause I aint for the sucka shit Better figure out who youre fuckin with Hoes down, Gs up Dont get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit Yall niggas better ease up Cause I aint for the sucka shit Better figure out who youre fuckin with Hoes down, Gs up Dont get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit Yall niggas better ease up Yeah, Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki Money comin in, aint no time for sleep Blunt look like a twig, one hand on a SIG Stashbox for the pigs, yah dig So your claim to fame is puttin work in Im on the Cayman Islands gettin brains like a surgeon In solitary pursuits, and nothin but the fuckin dough If niggas ribs touchin, kick ya fuckin door Man, fuck outta here with all that money shit, ya scramblin still Flood em, let the damage build, 357 cannon filled Realest on the planet, still, steal a nigga just because Mayhem in a county club, yo he dont mean it, yes he does Beamer leanin hefty drugs, I hope you niggas rest in pain Peel em off a ground of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6 I steal a corner, rocky wrist I hear youre boring, Im convinced I was born to double dead presidents, uh Yall niggas better ease up Cause I aint for the sucka shit Better figure out who youre fuckin with Hoes down, Gs up Dont get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit Yall niggas better ease up Cause I aint for the sucka shit Better figure out who youre fuckin with Hoes down, Gs up Dont get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit Yall niggas better ease up

write a song like 50 Cent This mothafucka, 50, dog.. is the illest.. mothafucka.. ALIIIVE.. in the world!

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Sha, whattup? It’s EM! Yo! This mothafucka, 50, dog.. is the illest.. mothafucka.. ALIIIVE.. in the world! I just listened to that song.. again! “The penitentiry is…” I quit! I quit rap. I quit!

write a song like 50 Cent Man I, get so high

Man I, get so high Can you imagine how fast the weed go? Take two pulls, and then pass Pull out another sack so we can roll that Its the up North title taker, rollin lah In that Rikers Island bible paper, high as a skyscraper Im fresh out of jail smokin pounds of haze Duckin my P.O., cause Im high for days Hydro, weed-o got my mind in the zone Dont fuck up my high bitch, leave me alone Let it spread to the head, two pulls and pass Stop steamin on the weed girl, make it last Im so high, Banks so high Buck so high, Dre so high We be gettin high smokin chocolate tye Thats why I got the cotton mouth and my throat is dry Yo, Im out in L.A. at the cheeba spot While you lightin up dirt where the seedsll pop And Im chasin it down with Henny and Hypno Two pulls and pass, you know how fast the weed go Man I, get so high Can you imagine how fast the weed go? Take two pulls, and then pass Pull out another sack so we can roll that Man I, get so high Can you imagine how fast the weed go? Take two pulls, and then pass Pull out another sack so we can roll that Im hittin G-13 in that 645 Eyes real low its gettin hard to drive And I pray to God, pos dont pull me over Cause the Coupe real smoky off that green Arizona Smoke on Monday, parole on Tuesday Golden seal pills, dont use that usually But I be gettin high, nigga, doin my thing So my eyes Chinese cause Im high like Yao Ming Roll up all night, head get right The hash plant mixed with that Northern Light, right White rhino, white widow White people, roll up that Indo Jamaican people roll that Bob Marley Wind up your body, stink up the party And we be puffin hard til the weed is done Cause we got love for that Cheech & Chong Man I, get so high Can you imagine how fast the weed go? Take two pulls, and then pass Pull out another sack so we can roll that Man I, get so high Can you imagine how fast the weed go? Take two pulls, and then pass Pull out another sack so we can roll that Come smoke with me, come ride with me Come toke with me, let your mind be free This here aint for no folks on asthma My visions like plasma Come smoke with me, get high with me Take a toke with me, let your mind be free This here aint for no folks on asthma My visions like plasma, woah-ohh So high So high, so high So high, so high So high, high

write a song like 50 Cent Gods Plan , Yayo

Yeah, yeah, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit Gods Plan , Yayo I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought my bling-bling-bling Thats how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought that bling-bling-bling Thats how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick You can catch me run inside, nigga, doin my thing Cause what I write with my pen got me next to Don King Im blowin H2O in a H2 With a project chick named Rachel I got rocks on my neck with a big-ass piece And come through in a Lex with Claudette Ortiz With no roof on the top, thats my Sunday car In the Hummer lookin hot, thats my Monday car I got a stable of hoes, now Im a P-I-M-P And saw your bitches on a Amtrak with grams of D We got beams on the gat, we detail our weapons And the way that I rap, we e-mail assessors Niggas hear what I spit and wonder how I write it G-Unit gon win, we on automatic pilot I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought my bling-bling-bling Thats how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought that bling-bling-bling Thats how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick Ménage à trois, I got these dykes wet Off of blue E pills with the knife checks Im still blowin green in the PJs Laid out in the cut readin screenplays, nigga be easy Dont talk greasy, the rap game needs me Im spittin sixteen, you gettin charged, fuck a freebie Yall niggas in court spillin the beans About the kid from New York that be killin the fiends Im a H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler I got two maids, but fuck it, I need a butler I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought my bling-bling-bling Thats how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought that bling-bling-bling Thats how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick Bitch Cant forget, Rewind, DVD Magazine Can the drummer have some?

write a song like 50 Cent If, some shots should happen to go off tonight

G-Unit! Haha, haha If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Dont worry about me, Ill be aight Niggas can waste ten while firin at me Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Dont worry about me, Ill be aight Niggas can waste ten while firin at me Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me Lifes a bitch and then you die, this couldnt be worse I either dont eat this week, or snatch this purse Clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani My eyes bloodshot red, Im high but LETS RIDE! I aint scared, if I die it was meant to be He might send for you, before he send for me Gun-butt you with the back of the baretta The .357 or, the black MAC-11 We drive bulletproof Coupes nigga, go on take your shot We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for yall You can run but they comin through them country walls Bang dropped me off and show me where he live at Think he tough? Imma put six in his six-pack When you hear that click-clack bitch better get back quick One to the chest make niggas do backflips If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Dont worry about me, Ill be aight Niggas can waste ten while firin at me Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Dont worry about me, Ill be aight Niggas can waste ten while firin at me Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me You dont think I know you niggas want me to get murked Get lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed shirt Cold with two to the dome - the little niggas Dont get to see Disneyland, theyll settle for a funeral home You dont need hoes to know that the leads hot Im prepared for anything tonight as long as its not a headshot The bigger the rim, the bigger the tire Hollow tipsll make him feel like a nigga on fire Everybody gotta go, its the truth So I figure while Im waitin on my turn Imma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheelchairs, eye patches and crutches Arm slings that came home to haze and dutches We can go there but need I shoot Put some holes in your Fila suit, you probably hurl when you see my Coupe I play the hood all the time cause I dont give a fuck You can shoot me down but as long as I keep gettin up, WHAT! If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Dont worry about me, Ill be aight Niggas can waste ten while firin at me Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Dont worry about me, Ill be aight Niggas can waste ten while firin at me Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me Shootout shots ricochet, dots in that nigga dere When your times up, your times up, this is real shit On my balls til my number calls, say a prayer Hopin God hear - look, I dont fear man Wanna bang out lets bang out, I dont care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no Im more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, Im makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-los From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, Im thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggas whole fuckin rosters Im big in New York, like B.I.G Plus I runs with D-R-E If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Dont worry about me, Ill be aight Niggas can waste ten while firin at me Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Dont worry about me, Ill be aight Niggas can waste ten while firin at me Cause Im Gods child, theres angels around me

write a song like 50 Cent Yo, Id like to dedicate this to my mom, Sabrina Jackson

Yo, Id like to dedicate this to my mom, Sabrina Jackson God bless her soul We gon get it on in here; nothing but real shit Yo, shorty aint a shorty no more; shorty be wiling Shorty adolescent ass belong on the island I went from riding big wheels to wanting to be a big Willy Found interest in drug dealers and cold-hearted killers Could it be its in my blood cause my mom sold drugs? She used to bust slugs and surround herself by thugs Made mistakes by showing them love And they killed her Some friends never came to pay respects, so fuck Hilda You know how friends do friends - like Tony did Manolo The type of fast shit that Henry did in Good Fellas Some snakes dont show up to weights cause they backs is yellow When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the team See, niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow muthafuckers, Imma break it down iller See, Preme was a business man - you guess who the killer Remember? He used to push the bulletproof BM His hairll get you seasick; I sat back and peeped shit They roll with E-Z Wider, and they aint get blunted Had the whole projects working for fifty or five hundred What about bug, who trade and them niggas had cheese? In the late 80s push Mercedes And Maseratis, kept reserved spaces at the horse races Where they met Columbian connections like Lucho and Mariella Then bookoo bucks on the horses; they used to cook and flip bricks Faster than the jet flip flap jack and pack gats Niggas said Ds was dipping, burned his face with acid Til this day, they would say the mothefuckers gasted Its my confession; I make corrections; I strive for perfection I try to be the best in, whatever I do; Im telling you This is my confession; Im teaching niggas a lesson Cause they cant do, what I do; heres my confession Yo, a lot of New York blocks are only bringing pennies in I stand beef - too many cheaps; too little fucking Indians Too many sips of the brew will make you do what we do Play with insecurities, until we start fussing and cussing Frustration builds - few lose, and fist fights leave niggas busting Not only do we have to look out and avoid encounters with Jake Gotta look out and avoid encounters with snakes Niggas who fake and play both sides of the gate I squeeze Boyz II Men for they cheese like Michael Bivins Slip with half a big nigga cap like Robert Givens Coming up I heard sipping too much booze will leave you confused And if you watch the news, youll see some players in this game and lose Niggas think they together; they aint together at all Stand on the block together, but divided they fall A lot of niggas locked down and aint got nobody to call And a player aint the same player when he cant ball Yo, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me - the type that keep the bricks flipping Jewels dripping, the margarita sipping - description Nappy blowouts shaped up, brown-skinned And ask the hood rats about my dick; the chickens recommend it I make statements like Try me if you want Presentation: cool and calm - words as if Im daring ya Usually roll with a 2 shot .25 derringer Im not an actor; my lifes not a movie I never worked with the Fugees Im not killing you softly; pack a small gat just to back you up off me But later when things simmer and all sin ceases My peoples will see to it that you rest in peace in pieces Kill or be killed - its what the hood teaches Never go to church so the preachers cant reach us And if we do, its only on Easter

write a song like 50 Cent Im a hustler, baby, Im a hustler, baby

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Im a hustler, baby, Im a hustler, baby I know heartbreaks, setbacks Bitch, if I crap out, Im sure Ima get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, its all a part of the game If I aint the coke man, or the dope man Im almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, Im gon take it Robberies turned homicide, its nothin to play with Make money, make-make, make money When shit hit the fan, well take money, South sidе Beef with the best of em, donе shot at the rest of em Checks, Im collectin em, check, boy, Im finessin em Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head Fore the weather break youre dead Lets get to it, they dont do it like we do it Cop it, whip it , bag it, flip it Re-up, we up, Gd up, whaddup? Runnin round this bitch, still not givin a fuck When it come to that paper therell be no complications Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin And its alright, thats how we do it on this side Niggas get to it on this side I know heartbreaks, setbacks Bitch, if I crap out, Im sure Ima get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, its all a part of the game If I aint the coke man, or the dope man Im almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, Im gon take it Robberies turned homicide Its nothin to play with Its all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right Dont get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin on sight Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right Protect your life cause Ill Deebo it like you was just a bike Two Cuban links just like Im Tity Boi, ridin round your city, boy Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy More money, more problems, got me feelin like Im Diddy, boy Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me Try to post up on his block, I bet we wont allow em Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull em in the alley We need some silence, suppress em when he start rattlin As you drivin, therell be hell when you done did a robbery Not your hoe man, Im the boss man Not the dope man but I bring the propane He had a scope on it but he hit em close range Stormy days but you know we bringin more rains I know heartbreaks, setbacks Bitch, if I crap out, Im sure Ima get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, its all a part of the game If I aint the coke man, or the dope man Im almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, Im gon take it Robberies turned homicide, its nothin to play with So you over that Nigga you aint know I dont fuck with you Until you felt the vibe Felt the vibe Youre not the only reason Im movin round with this heater with me

write a song like 50 Cent Dont make me come and get ya boy

Dont make me come and get ya boy The 40 Cal. will hit ya boy Them hollow tips will split ya boy So dont make come and get ya boy Yeah flow slow, eyes low from the dro, push the glow Pimp the hoes, throw them balls fancy cars, designer clothes Gold coupe, new Vogues, big diamonds, white gold Youre fucking with a psycho, i write but you like though Full clip, dont trip, Blood/Crip Gangster shit Westside, Eastside, riders ride, cowards die Cold world keep the heat with me when Im in the street Cos when youre starving, where Im from, niggas learn to kill and eat Ecstasy, Crystal meth, Marijuana, Cocaine Man i got your drug of choice, heres a bundle or have a weight Sniff or shoot G-Unit moves snorkels and thermos My clientele is superior when will you learn, yo? Dont make me come and get ya boy The 40 Cal. will hit ya boy Them hollow tips will split ya boy So dont make come and get ya boy Cant stop it, i am unstoppable! Yeah! Im changing my name man Dont call me 50 Cent no more Call me 50 Interscope Cent, Curtis Interscope Jackson Im runnin this mothefucker! Hahaha

write a song like 50 Cent We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do

We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do Long as I can spend the whole night with you Hennessy sippin Bacardi drinkin Smirnoff sippin Absolut drinkin Tangueray sippin Absolut drinkin E&J sippin Champaigne drinkin Im gettin tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi Wit a model at a party I got kids, but mommy gon be swallowin prolly See I always get my way girlfriend, Im spoiled bad Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag Your performance will determine the price See if you fuckin to champaigne, but if not its Smirnoff Ice And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you But they dont make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah I dont fuck wit scurry ass niggas That aint got a care in the world Im fin to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl Admit it, Im that motherfuckin nigga you lovin New York nigga, soundin like Im straight up southern What bitch, dont try to play me close to see what Im drinkin Yeah Im rich, I aint a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin Im some type a nigga that aint bout that money man If I smack you in your face you get funny man Ha ha

write a song like 50 Cent Go, go, go, go, go, go Go Shorty, its your birthday We gonna party like its your birthday And we gonna sip Bacardi like its your birthday And you know

Go, go, go, go, go, go Go Shorty, its your birthday We gonna party like its your birthday And we gonna sip Bacardi like its your birthday And you know We dont give a fuck, its not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll twenty deep its twenty knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna fuck Look homie, aint nothin changed: Hoes down, Gs up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! If you watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I dont walk with a limp In the hood in L.A. they sayin, 50, you hot. They like me, I want em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, the niggasll tell you Im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold Im fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil out the deal and Im still on the grind Now Shorty said she feelin my style, she feelin my flow Her girlfriend willin to get bi and they ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I aint Changed Loving it, smoking my Cronic This bitch so hypnotic, Manola on me Walk across to the dance floor, proceeded to dance on Had on a miniskirt, but I wish I had pants on Im kinda tipsy, searching for gangsters Niggas in here, they look like lawyers and bankers This 1 guy aproached, he had a chain with an anker Said he bust slugs, na boy, you a wanksta All in my face, telling me how he trill Well Im holding my own nigga, so you aint saying shit Scarlett OHarlem, yeah thats me With the red sweats, G-Unit across my body You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed

write a song like 50 Cent I stay away from cats that rap that aint got traps

I stay away from cats that rap that aint got traps And producers that make tracks that aint got no plaques Im J to the A-Z-Z, chrome Z-3 You aint ballin, you aint rollin with me Jazz said it These cats aint cheap, they broke Take me to a flick, cant even buy me a Coke Oh, they quick to say you aint gettin nada from us Cause in their pockets, they aint got nada but dust Come on, come on Why are you sittin here under me Givin me grief, sayin you love me? You know you lyin through your teeth Livin it up, the good life, for free I dont know what you want from me Dont you know, I need somebody who can do me right And keep his pockets tight? I dont know why I keep taking this mess from you I need a baller Someone not like you who will do me right You triflin, good-for-nothin type of brother Keep a sister workin day and night I dont think youll do So you and me are through, oh-ooh Im lookin for a man who will pay my bills Pay my car note, gimme what I want Keep a sister real tight And ladies, if you wit me, say right - right, right Cause I dont really wanna have to Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want Cause I cant go for that, cant go for that No, no - I cant go for that So, you rollin around in my drop six? Frontin, tellin your boys how you copped it? Leechin off o me all the time Why wont you just get a life? You really dont get it I spend my money on myself I gotta move on And find somebody else I need a baller Someone not like you who will do me right You triflin, good-for-nothin type of brother Keep a sister workin day and night I dont, I dont Think you, think you Youll do So you and me are through, oh-ooh Im lookin for a man who will pay my bills Pay my car note, gimme what I want Keep a sister real tight And ladies, if you wit me, say right - right, right Cause I dont really wanna have to Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want Cause I cant go for that, cant go for that No, no - I cant go for that Im lookin for a man who will pay my bills Pay my car note, gimme what I want Keep a sister real tight And ladies, if you wit me, say right - right, right Cause I dont really wanna have to Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want Cause I cant go for that, cant go for that No, no - I cant go for that Ayo, this one babe After we done laid She started tellin me about bills thats unpaid And you know me, Im that nada cat Type to loan you a buck, get my dollar back You holla at, me like you want me to trick, trick I trick you into lettin me hit Said she aint no pigeon and she hate nada Uh-oh, put you off with the fake Prada, uh-oh Im getting dough but it aint splendid Offended, cause they tax for it when I make it Runnin game when I spend it Then chicks hit me with that Kirk, lemme get that Then, I hit back Aight! Well, first let me hit that Yo, what I flow for Blow for her, get dough for her? Cop a O for you to trip and what, you cant go for it? Lets get it down to the nitty-gritty You pretty-bitty Gimme two years and I might consider you for fity-fity, shot caller Im lookin for a man who will pay my bills Pay my car note, gimme what I want Keep a sister real tight And ladies, if you wit me, say right - right, right Cause I dont really wanna have to Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want Cause I cant go for that, cant go for that No, no - I cant go for that Im lookin for a man who will pay my bills Pay my car note, gimme what I want Keep a sister real tight And ladies, if you wit me, say right - right, right Cause I dont really wanna have to Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want Cause I cant go for that, cant go for that No, no - I cant go for that

write a song like 50 Cent Doggy struck a match and the match went out

Doggy struck a match and the match went out G-Unit, is in the motherfuckin house Oh shit! Yeah, haha Its the motherfuckin DPG-G-G-G-G Unit! Can you believe it? On some gangsta shit Y-yeah, on some gangsta shit Straight up nigga, check this out right here though Check it, check it out, check it, check it out Doggy struck a match and the match went out G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house You keep talkin shit, Ill put my gun up in your mouth My gun up in your mouth, Ill show you what Im bout Sit back, kick back nigga fore I click-clack Dig this, I did that but I cant admit that Niggas want some get back, I know it so I get strapped Suckas took they laws off, these hoes want my draws off Cuz tried to foul me, but I had to steel back In fact when I hit him, he was bloody in the bilz-nack His buddy tried to peel back, but I had to kill that Real niggas from the turf, shit I know yall feel that We wont talk, aint no need for that The word on Snoop is Im a G for that A G for what? Fuckin niggas up with no talkin See the best way to leave a niggas off in a coffin And now Im back on the set and Im walkin I done it so clean, aint nobody even talkin Its like flippin a bitch, Im Crippin with this Ill fuck around and have you niggas missin and shit Doggy struck a match and the match went out G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house You keep talkin shit, Ill put my gun up in your mouth My gun up in your mouth, Ill show you what Im bout Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I here to replenish opponents, you gangstas Aint nothin goin on but the crazy DPG-Unit, baby! Who that nigga you love to hear from? Im comin back with the full artillery, comin back with them full drums Ill beat yo ass and Ill stomp you out With Buck, Banks, 50 comin just to stomp you out Snoop and Supa, Daz C-walkin again for the cash We came from playin them fuckin games so raise up the flags Yeah, yeah, yeah Now keep talkin bitch nigga, lay your body in chalk G dippin, we Crippin, Dogg Pound Gangsta mission Blastin a straight assassin flashin the heat Mashin with G-Unit, we do it, nigga please move it Dont make me cock cause I wont stop I got you scoped in my infra, fuck up and Ill getcha I got my 9 in my pocket bitch, kick off an apocalypse Doggy struck a match and the match went out G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house You keep talkin shit, Ill put my gun up in your mouth My gun up in your mouth, Ill show you what Im bout Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how its gon be You dont wanna fuck with Snoop cause then you gotta fuck with me G-Unit, DPG Go head, start some shit, I got my strap with me Watch how niggas get to duckin when I get to bustin, its nothin Ill touch him for talkin too much, Ill cut him, push my knife in then fuck him Man, pussy niggas dont deserve to breathe The strong survive, the bitches perish nigga youll see Aint nothin like the smell of gunpowder, the shells hittin the pavement Even the paramedics couldnt save him I gave him one to the chest, and sixteen to the face Got knocked then call Cochran to get me off the case We on deadly grounds, I done been to hell and back I had to stand out in the rain just to sell my pack Hangin outta the back of the black Cadillac window Adrenaline pumpin, the infrared on his temple nigga Doggy struck a match and the match went out G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house You keep talkin shit, Ill put my gun up in your mouth My gun up in your mouth, Ill show you what Im bout Im straight outta Southside Jamaica nigga Im bout my paper nigga, your words wont make or break a nigga Ill put yo bitch on a track, make her break a nigga Got rings like a Los Angeles Laker, nigga! We smoke more than you can handle So on my regular day, I burn longer than a Rest In Peace candle And my neck piece is a anchor A G-Unit gorillas equivalent to a Dogg Pound Gangsta Doggy struck a match and the match went out G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house You keep talkin shit, Ill put my gun up in your mouth My gun up in your mouth, Ill show you what Im bout

write a song like 50 Cent You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this

You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this Act like its christmas and put me on your wish list When it go down Im a help you blow your whiskers Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey You know you want me you probably wanna lick this Girl Im a treat everyday you cant get this Im busy man I be handlin my business But we can get our freak on some quick shit Tonights the night shorty youll never forget this I dim the lights, I get it right Im like a pimp sick Down on the bed, I make the clothes disappear quick I see through her La Perla pretty clear kid Im turned on now I really wanna hit, kiss Her neck and nibble til Im way down on her waist kid Man shes a freak, Im a freak I be freakin off When she come in with a friend Im like Take it off! I got a fetish for the cheddar, yeah Im rich bitch That dont mean Im runnin round buyin chicks shit You see the chrome doubt be shinin on my new six My pinky ring, my neck, my ears and my wrist lit I like the ice Im pretty nice on the dice trip Twice in a row you know, I got to get the dough My confidence is high, I know I could hit a lick My gs pretty good, I know I could get the bitch You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this Act like its christmas and put me on your wish list When it go down Im a help you blow your whiskers Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey You know you want me you probably wanna lick this Girl Im a treat everyday you cant get this Im busy man I be handlin my business But we can get our freak on some quick shit Ill be your wife, Ill be your girl, Ill be your mistress But if you aint spendin that dough your gettin dismissed That mean you gotta keep me laced like a seamstress You cant expect nothin less from the Queen Bitch My doggy style make you wanna jump on that Just like a dog on that chase for the kitty kat Man hes a freak, Im a freak I be freakin off He pour the honey on me, and then he clean me off I take his breath away, Kim leave em speechless Im so wet, Ill have a nigga feelin sea sick He in the streets all day but its alright Cause hell be back tonight, and then the next night And then the next night, because the sex tight Ill be his Advil, I gotta keep his head right He outta town and he fiendin for me every night Hes so addicted sendin for me on the next flight You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this Act like its christmas and put me on your wish list When it go down Im a help you blow your whiskers Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey You know you want me you probably wanna lick this Girl Im a treat everyday you cant get this Im busy man I be handlin my business But we can get our freak on some quick shit You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this Act like its christmas and put me on your wish list When it go down Im a help you blow your whiskers Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey You know you want me you probably wanna lick this Girl Im a treat everyday you cant get this Im busy man I be handlin my business But we can get our freak on some quick shit

write a song like 50 Cent {set to the If I Could Go instrumental by Angie Martinez}

{set to the If I Could Go instrumental by Angie Martinez} Yeah... She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it She want me to want it, she want to climb up on it Smile, ha ha... {yeah, Lloyd Banks} 50 Cent {SHADYVILLE~!} Mami we can, creep through the ghetto witcha, feet in stilletos Hit the, club and party as long as you sneak in the metal Or we can head to the house, from the house its the floor From the, floor to the couch, from the, couch to the door Then its, out to the store or, out to the mall Watchin, out for the law, cause of this pouch full of raw I dont care how much you love her dont, vouch for the whore Cause the first chance she get Im in her mouth on the tour Im lovin the ladies, with no husbands or babies Since little Ive been active, lost dozens of babies Gettin a hummer stuntin, in your cousin Mercedes Or roll up on you dumpin, pourin guns at your 80s You the man on your block? Im the talk of the town Thats probably why they wanna see me in chalk in the ground But you can find me on the corner with a pack of marijuana Middle finger to haters nigga you fuckin with the greatest Yes, I wanna go, to a mo-tel Just for fo hours, only short stay We dont have to go, far far away To have some fun, try things my way Bitch grab your bag, get in the Escalade Put the seat back, were onnn our way Theres no games to play, nothin else to say Listen to your man, youll like things my way You make me wanna, rest in the tower make a, mess in her flowers How bout, sex in the shower or, neck for an hour You got a ring on your finger even, one in your nose Squeezin some on your toes, runnin your tongue like lobes Ohh remember spin the bottle? You coulda been a model While you begin to swallow, niggas in Timbs tomorrow No love, no hoes, no paper Nah no ice, no Mo, theres no acre Your bitch look good Ima take her Wont have to fight to make her the first - {abruptly ends}

write a song like 50 Cent Me, I call the shots round here

Me, I call the shots round here I say who get shot, who dont get shot round here I say who can and cant pump on the block round here Stick-up kids can get they ass got round here Niggas snitchin, Ds comin, its hot round here They finna run up on one of the spots round here Be on point, its easy to get knocked round here But be smart, you need to have that Glock round here Yo, Im on that James Bond shit That Z3 smoking that bomb shit, my guns in my armpit Im still pitching rock and bundles of D But you can catch me in Hollywood with Pamela Lee Yo, my team stay rocky, kid In the crib, priced out, its as big as Versace crib You could be D-Zel or Frel, my 9 mil I drive by and do you like the Russians did Denzel Me, I call the shots round here I say who get shot, who dont get shot round here I say who can and cant pump on the block round here Stick-up kids can get they ass got round here Niggas snitchin, Ds comin, its hot round here They finna run up on one of the spots round here Be on point, its easy to get knocked round here But be smart, you need to have that Glock round here They aint never heard a clique like mine so they admire us heavy Clue, you better get them firetrucks ready Cause I am, Im hot now, I came up quicker They comparing me to veterans, nigga And Im too young to buy liquor Im holding out till they break the pore of a chip straight Struggling, baby, Im on tour of a mixtape Frontingll get ya bashed in Nigga, my flows worth mills like the dress Princess Diana crashed in Me, I call the shots round here I say who get shot, who dont get shot round here I say who can and cant pump on the block round here Stick-up kids can get they ass got round here Niggas snitchin, Ds comin, its hot round here They finna run up on one of the spots round here Be on point, its easy to get knocked round here But be smart, you need to have that Glock round here Even the old folks in my hood know I stay with a gat They say, Sabrina baby boy just dont know how to act They sit in front of a hollow tip, leave a hole in your Jag Big enough to fit a D battery in your back You call G-Unit Jew-Unit the way that money stack Its a fee for me, nigga you were paying for that We got artilleries and targets to spit it at Banks to popingp shots that they would sign on your fitted hats Me, I call the shots round here I say who get shot, who dont get shot round here I say who can and cant pump on the block round here Stick-up kids can get they ass got round here Niggas snitchin, Ds comin, its hot round here They finna run up on one of the spots round here Be on point, its easy to get knocked round here But be smart, you need to have that Glock round here Yeah, nigga. You need to have your motherfucking gun round here. Dont be off to see the wizard, motherfucker. Lying without a heart. Barking and shit. You aint gonna do nothing, nigga. Dont make me touch something out this motherfucker. Go ahead and jump back, nigga. Im waiting on these niggas. You think Im scared? Oh, Im shaking in my motherfucking shoes. Im scared to death. Dont I sound scared?

write a song like 50 Cent Say man, we dont need much to come to the freak show

Say man, we dont need much to come to the freak show Come to the freak show Fuck that, leave the lights on Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on leave the lights on Girl, I cant see shit, leave the lights on Girl, leave the lights on 68-69, leave the lights on Damn, leave the lights on Zip down my zipper and play with the python Girl, I make the bed rock like Im on a yacht Shit, citation, think quick, lick my cock, baby Times money, check my Tourbillon Movement. Im rich bitch, I say move, you get to moving Im a Bently Mulsanne type nigga, Im crusing Looking aint hard to tell whos winning, whos loosing Got a penthouse around my wrist, Im flashing out Condo around my neck, Im cashing out Im nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get I got whips for days, I got kick for days Louis, Hermes, Jimmy Choos Ferragamo, Dolce Gabanna, red-bottom Loubs Plus I got the Prada collection I might leave my socks on sex, and old habits and old habits Baby, show me what you know Let the freak in you come out on the low 68-69 all the time, shorty You can be a freak for me Come and be a freak for me Baby, I can lick yours, lick mine Shorty, you can be a freak for me Come and be a freak tonight This kid right, leave the lights on I cant see shit, leave the lights on Damn, leave the lights on Zip down my zipper and play with the python Girl, I´m not into all that S&M shit The leather spikes not for me but you can get your ass whiped Limited time, skip the foreplay I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way Hope the head gamess good, she looking exotic Seven hour flight, she already rotic London, Paris, France, Japan Talk to me while we fuck, girl, I cant understand Lets get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning Start the next round, lick from my neck down So she did do, felatio correct. Wow! Ill play monkey see, monkey do So everything you do to me Ill do to you It tickles but I cant quite hear What the fuck she trynna say with her tongue stuck in my ear? 68-69 all the time, shorty You can be a freak for me Come and be a freak for me Baby, I can lick yours, lick mine Shorty, you can be a freak for me Come and be a freak tonight This kid right, leave the lights on I cant see shit, leave the lights on Damn, leave the lights on Zip down my zipper and play with the python Hey, girl, I know you want me, Well why the hell wouldnt you want me? Shorty now push up on me Zip down my zipper, play with the python You gon be just be like that? You so insensitive, hurt my feelings I mean from the bottom of my heart I love you

write a song like 50 Cent Bartender bring the bottles of Rose

Bartender bring the bottles of Rose That bitch like me but I don’t give a fuck Bitch nigga smelling like good weed Crush the hashish Look I don’t give a fuck I’m so grimey They can’t blind me The paper I get it The paper I get it What the fuck nigga I rock Like I got that style that’ll keep me forever on top Bitch, my drop top, make niggas feel like theres something wrong with there hustle I’m eating, I suggest you niggas try this Scrap the plate move the weight I got the itis I’m sick, I’m addicted to the gold You take a hit of how this feel you want more Sorta like what crack did to boogie and New Jack Wassup when I crossover, there aint no coming back Take a hit of this, this is what I’ve been cooking Perfect product, customer good looking This trip, this flip, I’ma get the count right Do my numbers man, why your baker count light Thta work you put out, that was stepped on My shit raw dope, pure heron Bartender bring the bottles of Rose That bitch like me but I don’t give a fuck Bitch nigga smelling like good weed Crush the hashish Look I don’t give a fuck I’m so grimey They can’t blind me The paper I get it The paper I get it Here it is nigga, 1000 grams of uncut Take it off consignment, fuck up and you’re f-cked This is certified hood shit, ghetto gold good shit Sniff a line of this, take a pull of that This a fact, either which way you hiding that I’ve been here before, it’s so familiar Bag up, fill up the paraphernalia I wanna win so bad, nigga I wanna kill ya Get in the way, this six spray, I’m bad news Denzel when the trumpet blow, more better blues It’s psychotic, my flows are narcotic Tll me how you want it, my nigga I got it For days, My money give me goose bumps My pockets swollen, two lumps Count it all, 10c no cent a dime You know me, you know I got a hell of a grind Theres nothing to it I can smell hater You know what this is G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G G-Unit This is therapy for me man I just gotta focus on my art. I’m an artist You can appreciate it Like you appreciate a Picasso Or an Andy Warhol, you should love me When you look at me You should say this is fresh This is abstract This is a work of art This is 50 Til next time, G-G-G-G-G-unit

write a song like 50 Cent My swag on ten I gets the green

My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying that the hell is that mean? First it was the Glock going hand to hand Then I got to moving the gram by gram Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt One by one, I knocks them out I get that paper nigga, I get that paper Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you Gem star will scratch you, youre not on my stature, you’re just a rapper In fact, you’re a regular rapper Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping Like go on to my niggas, get the mossberg pumping I blow bread nigga, heavy bread It was rip to big now heavy dead Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something… My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying what the hell is that mean? I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying that the hell is that mean? Find More lyrics at My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying what the hell is that mean? I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day I’m from NY, but I fuck with HB When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on What up Blood, don’t get it fucked up A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up Out of habit, I got bad habits Semi autos, and fully automatics Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit I been doing this I don’t need practice I been doing this I don’t need practice My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying what the hell is that mean? I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying that the hell is that mean? My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying what the hell is that mean? I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread

write a song like 50 Cent I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah yeah

I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah yeah I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah yeah I know what she like, I know what she want My bitch just like me so I know she wan stunt A taste of the good life, yeah, I know what she want A trip to PR, sex in the car, floating diamonds shabar Call us hood, its all good, thats what we are Find an exotic space to visit, chinchilla, gator-lizid Thats how a nigga gets it when Im on my shizzit Bright lights, city life, a nigga so flashy Have you like Damn! That Ferrari flew past me! So fast a nigga dont know limits Had a bad bitch in it, I can see it wasnt tinted Get the money then spend it , break rules or bend it To my liking, I move like a viking A warrior, I shouldnt mean more to you Im the American dream, one man regime Shorty love me like she love new shoes Insecure, so she investigate me like the Feds, ooh Funny how time flies when youre making love It goes on and on and on , we just cant go wrong Funny how time flies when youre making love It goes on and on and on , we just cant go wrong They can smile, they can frown, they can love it, they can hate it They can wish bad shit on us, its cool, we made it Look at me to see the Lords blessings while they stressing Switch whips, push the Bugatti through the recession Its just me and you, I can see it clear Police coming, I need you to stash this pistol here Its all hood, you hesitate theyll put our life on pause Its a common wealth state, baby, they make up laws Fuck CMB, its you and me, baby, we all we got I say we gon make it, they saying we not Yeah, but they dont know Im meant for you, they dont know how youre into me They dont know shit about how we bond mentally Their relationships are oh so basic They cant understand how we do and how we say shit So blunt, dont front, I got you open Its the original G shit, you know how we get, duck down! Funny how time flies when youre making love It goes on and on and on , we just cant go wrong Funny how time flies when youre making love It goes on and on and on , we just cant go wrong 50... You already know what its about from there, man Lets get it... I get the bread, man Watch what I do now Ima start taking over construction, gon start rebuilding the city Come back, man, 40 projects, nigga Family day, you already know what thats about, man Its gon be crazy, everybody gon be there And the rest of yall niggas that dont show up, aint nobody anyway Ha ha ha ha.... YO! I promise you, man You aint never gon see another nigga like me, man So you should celebrate me now, cause time flies, man And before you know it, Ill be gone, its 50... Funny how time flies when youre making love It goes on and on and on, we just cant go wrong Funny how time flies when youre making love It goes on and on and on, we just cant go wrong

write a song like 50 Cent Hello? Oh shit, nigga, oh shit

Hello? Oh shit, nigga, oh shit What the fuck is going on? Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking tell I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking tell I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion Some niggas is broke, trying to be on some don shit Me? Im a grunt, comfortable in that conflict Go head nigga stunt, its cool til I get on it You can keep the blunt, but that chain, nigga, we want it Call it a jux or whatever you wanna call it Call the police and get hit with a clip for it You know how I move, that semi here on my waistline Aint nobody ever gave me shit, nigga, I take mine I run in your crack house, MAC out, screaming Go head make me Duct-tape you, the fiends and that snotty nose baby Calm down and cooperate fore I hit you With some shit that docll operate for hours you coward Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking tell I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking tell I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion I tried to keep it cool these hobby niggas make me violent I split your fucking head, yeah, that would stop your ass from whining Baby, Im delusional, distorted, no defying You think you can play me? Pussy, go head, nigga, try it I fell I broke my arm, I felt pain when I was six They kill mommy at it, by 12 I was selling knicks See me Im a survivor, I tell a nigga suck a dick And niggas know Im strapped so they aint saying shit Me? Im a party pooper, I be fucking up the fun These niggas wanna stunt, I wanna get at em with my gun Since a little nigga, I been on the same shit Dont act like something new when you see niggas getting hit uh huh Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking tell I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking tell I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion Im Notoriousssss! Biggie aint around, now you need me, alright? Im Notoriousssss! You can chill with Pac, nigga, in your next life Im Notoriousssss! Its 50, nigga, Im back mashed, whats up? Man, this shit getting ready to change, man, telling you, mane Motherfucking gangstas cant do the skanky leg Whats next, mane? You gon be dropping it low like a stripper? Oh, shit Im trying to fit in and I cant fit in, damn, IM BACK, BABY!

write a song like 50 Cent Yall niggas know me, cause I do my thang mane

Yall niggas know me, cause I do my thang mane You look, you goin see, G-Units my gang mane You front on me, I pull out the thang thang And Pop at you bang bang and Blow out your brains mane They say Im a trouble maker, Im always in some shit right Keep my strap on me, niggas goin front, Imma get right I dont care if its broad day or its night Im out on bail money and my lawyer fees will be alright I aint know pussy or no punk, niggas know bout me And know my flows, know the clothes I move around its hard as hell tryin to be low key Cause every gangsta in the hood fuckin listen to me And if I say Im in my Bentley you could picture me rollin But if I said that shit last year you could picture it stolen My dirty ass clean now! - Im fresh out the hood! If you mad cause I aint hookin your ass up then - GOOD Niggas aint neva did a thing for me! Now they wanna hang with me Next thing you know they got they hands out - when see me I dont play no games homie I keep that thang on me! - I lay a bitch-nigga DOWN! This is Benzes, BMs And Bentleys, back to back, when we come through... Palmers, Rangers Denalis, Escalades you know how we do... - G-UUNIT! You fuckin right a nigga still in the hood call me They say that the Feds want me But they gotta come and get me We aim for the head homie. Pistol grip pumps With the rubber grips POP, til it stop Then slide in another clip burnin down the BLOCK You dont know who you fuckin with until you get shot See Buck is on some other shit I keep a Desert Eagle in my reagle just for a bitch! Beam on the Mack, will put wings on ya back How ya ass gon walk - when ya leg detached! Yo the game changed, lil niggas run the streets yo The black panther nigga down like Dee-Bo. My curfew at 9! - Im low for my P.O! We pop up at 12 just to search the condo! G-Unit is the gang mayne, niggas go hard! So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard! I only been in the game for a year it aint changed But Im hot! - Inside ya brains in the rear of the range I be valid till Im guilty Yea they call me slitherin them cowards should of killed me, Im powerful and filthy So niggas say: Sorry! - Before I let them Goons loose And send ya ass home with the rims like Prune Juice Im New Yorks prince! - Bent like tints Signed with 50, I been in da benz brand since

write a song like 50 Cent You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line

You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you cant shine You aint gettin yours? thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine I got a M1 in my hand, Im finna start killin shit Im not the nations new Malcolm X, but Im militant What, Im supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest? My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin bench press Why you screamin war senseless, Im tryin to spaz Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear em out Four fifth, four shots, thatll fuckin air em out In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real G-Unit niggas, they gon always make bail Whether its two Gs or twenty Gs Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls Im not that nigga that you striptease for You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call Cause Im out like a pimp than a trick, bitch! You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you cant shine You aint get yours? Thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine

write a song like 50 Cent I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time

I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time I wake up, I look up, shook up Say fuck, put my hands on my nine Niggas I cut, or we stuck, and they move So we buck, they come back In my dreams at night I have nightmares Nightmares, all the time Last night I had a vision of my dead friends in my sleep They showed my things, I aint really wanna see They showed me flashbacks of murder Scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs With they feet head and hands cut off Oh shit, I had woke up buggin, sweatin bullets Checkin for my gun, I gotta Stop smoking that haze or something I know I aint crazy, Ill go outside for Some fresh air maybe, its 3 oclock in the night The block is on fire, took My nigga bottle for a swig oh the fire He told he just had seen the bitch ass Nigga, must be god thats keeping me from seein this nigga Wanna crawl on me, and creep on me Cause they know better then to let me see him in front Of me, outside the car, away from the police Ill turn him into dreams, demons in my sleep Every time I go to sleep its like I stroll down memory lane And see the dirt Ive done before I acquired the fame If you can see what I see, you see me Poppin the chain, or you see me scrappin I pull out and pop off that thang Im usually hustlin, bubblin, slingin that caine No matter the weather its sun Snow sleet or its rain, see fiends got a habit It hurts so they feedin they Vein, and I gotta habit of havin grams of it man Im chasin the paper, it simple im bout my bread I cock it and pop it your white tee will turn red See niggas that know me, who owe me, they see me They run, they know If I catch em I cut em for feed em my gun Its real in the field, nigga front And get yo cap peeled, with that nina, that tech That ooo wop or that mac mill, unload then reload, I live by the streets code And pray to lord have mercy on my soul Keep havin these dreams, I think Im just losin my brain I wake up in sweat, my girl think im sniffin that caine I try to remember, but none of Them ever the same, I dream of my brother But never since he passed away He talk to me, and I cant hear nothing he say Fuck it, go along with it, just be happy to see him I think that nigga tryna tell me something Though, when I see him I forget to ask him Fuck I wanna know Probably tryna to tell me, your gun , it better blow When you in the street Cant react slow, cause niggas in this rap game, think shit sweet Getting disrespectful like I wont push meat Should be poppin off in my dream but then I get caught Is he tryin to tell me so my soldiers cause you a bust Niggas wanna see my down, I aint fraid of getting poked Damn if I ever go broke

write a song like 50 Cent Yeah. G-Unit, nigga. 50 Cent. You heard me. Irv, homie, I cant believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker. I fuck you up, nigga. Fucking punk-ass niggas. Dont nobody respect you, nigga. You preme son, nigga. Motherfuckers been getting extorted since day one. Its all kind of bitch in you. Chinese. Spanish. Black. White

Yeah. G-Unit, nigga. 50 Cent. You heard me. Irv, homie, I cant believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker. I fuck you up, nigga. Fucking punk-ass niggas. Dont nobody respect you, nigga. You preme son, nigga. Motherfuckers been getting extorted since day one. Its all kind of bitch in you. Chinese. Spanish. Black. White I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine So the Feds want to search us like Arabs boarding a plane Im in the Range switching lanes Reminiscing on cans of sardines .. and car dreams Ill burn an unfamiliar bun Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood Mom hip to the game, two ice chips in the chain A few nights skipped on the plane With two white chicks getting brain Bang bang from big heaters, hundred dollar sneakers Two-seaters, two meters .. and a bundle of haze Its enough to last fourteen days Eat where they sell lobster My eyes planning like Pharrels partner Nigga, respect me like your father when it come to drama I put the llama to your mama and beat her like a piñata Nigga, Ive been hotter since 97 Youve been begging the fifth cake like a kung-fu legend One blue seven, whats popping, nigga? Different day, same shit Well, what you copping, nigga? X case, more bricks Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping, so why turn soft? Straight bulletsll burn a nigga sideburns off I got a model with a sick ass Bagged her on Fifth Ave I fucked her all for a hot dog and a playoff Knicks pass Now we shopping in the malls on the West Coast And as far as pussy .. Ive been through more walls than asbestos So lets toast and have a sex on the beach These niggas quoting my lines like Im Martin Luther King speech Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis Met her in club and caught her eyeing my piece And with all the birds at the show I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe Call on Hot 97 cause she know Im on the radio Crazy bitch Yeah. Ja, you little, Stuart Little-looking motherfucker. I catch you Ill break your motherfucking neck, nigga. You only weigh 110 pounds you little faggot! I know the stylist you been fucking too, nigga, I paid the fifty thousand! Check my album out, nigga, February 11th you gon hear him talk, you little bitch. Tried to jump on us like it was a promotional stunt, Seven days before your album drop, huh? You little bitch... Order of protection... From who? From who I need to order protection from, nigga? haha, You little k-oh, man. You motherfuckers, man. Yall niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me

write a song like 50 Cent I never used to snore in my sleep till this rap shit started

OWWWWWWW!!! I never used to snore in my sleep till this rap shit started Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it And yall think Im gon stop?! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! In one year I got rich, now lifes movin so fast But bein broke with no food is just a thing of the past Plus Im the new phenomenon like white women with ass And yall prayin that I flop?! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean All these rappers wanna know what Im gettin for sixteens Try 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! See in just six months I infiltrated the system If you find somebody better, then Im sorry I missed him Niggas hate givin me props cause I might use it against them Cmon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! If you mad Im on top, then wish me gone If you mad Im on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that Im right, punk wish me wrong But after your three wishes - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! Its time to saddle up the Tontos cause Im the Lone Ranger I eat dinner with Jews but dont talk to strangers Im just a few albums from filling your disc changer If you ever think of stoppin me - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! Im a hustler by nature but criminal by law Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall Next year Im lookin into buyin Greenbriar Mall You probably own a lot of proper-ty! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! Cmon and take a look, hes got gigantic balls! Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara Falls We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws Im bout to go on vacation - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! Shout out to Bill OReilly, Im a throw you a curve You mad cause Im a THIEF and got away with words Im a start my own beverage, itll calm your nerves Pepsis the New Generation? - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! These niggas be frontin, they hate it when we stunting They see us in Caddys and coupes and Benzs and its nothing They act like they got something, we dont deserve - something Nigga hate it, like it or love it or - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! Its simple, top of the charts, number one wit a bullet Disturbin Tha Peace and G G G G Unit! Got it locked boy, get ya shot boy You dont like that were on top boy, okay - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! From NY to ATL, we get it crunk bitch Semi-auto on my waist, I dont play that pump shit Motherfuckers think that I blew up real fast But Ive been underground a long time so BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! I got candy paint, on my 65 Impala holla at my shorty if you ready to ride Whacha mean your ass aint got money for gas? Then get the fuck out, youre mad? so what, BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! Yeah! History has been made! Ludacris and 50 Cent! real recognize real If youre feeling a little awkward about the situation Dont hesistate to just BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!

write a song like 50 Cent {Whoa by Black Rob beat}

{Whoa by Black Rob beat} Whoa! 50 Cent... G-Unit! Yeah! You want beef wit me take a number and get in line You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you cant shine You aint gettin yours? Thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine I got an M1 in my hand and fin ta start killin shit Im not the nations new Malcom X but Im militant But Im suppose to be scared, cause you got a big chest My four-fifthll lift you and your motherfucking bench press While you screamin war sceneless Im tryin ta splash Swing my knife too Ill break off in yo ass Niggas get hugged up in a huddle, I know how to clear em out Four-fifth four shots, thatll fuckin air em out In the hood niggas love me cause I keept it real G-Unit niggas they gon always make bail Whether its two Gs or twenty Gs Whether they knocked with two pieces and two kis Bitch please, get on your knees You can lick these, balls Im not the nigga that you striptease, for You got a problem I aint the nigga, to call Cause Im more like a pimp than a trick BITCH! You want beef wit me take a number and get in line You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you cant shine You aint gettin yours? Thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine You want beef wit me take a number and get in line You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine You mad at me Shit, cause you cant shine You aint gettin yours? Thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine

write a song like 50 Cent This feels like a dream, yeah

This feels like a dream, yeah haha Im dreaming big, real big, I got big dreams Ill kill em this year, I got big schemes Its bigger than coke, its bigger than dope My marijuana mentality went up in smoke I go hard, so hard there aint nothing harder Poor or rich, my nigga, I hustle regardless Til I die and touch the sky Ill be trying to get my piece of the pie Shoot me or love me or hate me or leave me alone The jealousys growing cause Im in the zone The underground king, Im on the throne Cause niggas just aint on the shit that Im on What Ive been through shift my mental It sounds like murder on the instrumental I tend to spaz, I went through cash So fast got to get me some more If Im dreaming then just let me sleep Dont wake me up til my dream is complete If Im dreaming then leave me alone Turn off the lights and unplug the phone I cant get over the fact that Im with you Now that I have you I dont know what to do Girl, if Im dreaming Im dreaming bout you About the things that Id like to do Dont wake me, Im dreaming Girl, dont wake me Dont wake me, Im dreaming Girl, Im dreaming bout you If Im dreaming then just let me sleep Dont wake me up til my dream is complete If Im dreaming just leave me alone Turn off the lights and unplug the phone Ive been waiting for such a long time For you to say that you would be mine Now that youre here, here by my side I cant control the way that I feel inside Dont wake me, Im dreaming Girl, dont wake me Dont wake me, Im dreaming Girl, Im dreaming bout you If Im dreaming just let me sleep Dont wake me up til my dream is complete If Im dreaming just leave me alone Turn off the lights and unplug the phone Dont wake me up cause Clean Cuts dreaming In a deep sleep my mind keeps scheming I heard she had a man, I said so what? She be looking sweeter than a honey donut And I wanna taste her, straight, no chaser We can do this now if not then maybe later Front to back, in fact I keep her screaming For you Im fiending, girl, you got me dreaming If Im dreaming about you, lets make this dream come true If Im dreaming about you, lets make this dream of love come true Dont wake me, Im dreaming Girl, dont wake me Dont wake me, Im dreaming Girl, Im dreaming bout you If Im dreaming then just let me sleep Dont wake me up till my dream is complete If Im dreaming then leave me alone Turn off the lights and unplug the phone If Im dreaming then just let me sleep Dont wake me up till my dream is complete This dream is just, just you and me Come here, baby

write a song like 50 Cent People! Your boy Banks is back! And this is a Timbaland track!

People! Your boy Banks is back! And this is a Timbaland track! WOO OOOH!!!! This is my house bitch I run this This is my house Lloyd Banks] This is my house you gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house This is my house Hey, your under my roof, so take off your coat, your hat and funny boots I cant tell you they names, I just know they loose Prefer mix the Cranberry and the Goose A little Armor and thats at least a hundred proof Now shortys eyes wide from the Bentley and the Coupes She cant stop stealin so she trippin off the stoop And Im a playboy I might as well tell her the truth Lets run a menage trois and hit the booth I got a big pool and a room full of bathing suits See yall can go swim, while I get in Ill show you how to make a million dollars with a pen I drink champagne and pop bottles when I spin I cant complain a top models in the Benz Her wheels is shinnin like its diamonds in the rims Just gimme a day or two Im climbin in her friends I do what I do cause Lloyd Banks] This is my house you gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house This is my house Hey! Watch how you speak Cause I dont slip or squeak I got the heat If you get outta line, youll be in the street Ambulance man tryin to cover up the leak And nobody to care if they get you in a week I rather go there split a swisher with a freak And get a lap dance while I listen to the beat Shes a beauty and petite I can lift her off her feet If she gets in a spur, we dont fuck in hur Im iced out so she dont see nothin but a blur Becareful where you rub dont get nothin on the fur You know we got them things so the drama dont occur You front cause you drunk, yo ass gettin jumped Im high off the funk, dro, hash and the skunk Dont make them niggas dump yo ass in the trunk They remembers a black mask and a pump Them niggas should have told you Lloyd Banks] This is my house you gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house This is my house

write a song like 50 Cent Right now with the situation gettin better

Right now with the situation gettin better So Im doin you things, holla Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt Now piece by piece we put it all together Time to get this dough nigga, its now or never Im wild as ever, foul as ever Reap whatever, whatever, whatever They say Im a slick talker, shit talker Grimy ass New Yorker Come cut ya, gum butcher, lay your ass out If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me If you fucked up in school nigga, its all on me I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga Break you off proper nigga, the cops aint gonna stop a nigga Lets get this money man, them hoes come with the paper Im done to go wherever this game takes us Look homey, you see my 22s, sittin on low bros That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows Shit I didnt have to say that, yall already know - 2X From New York to New Orleans A problem, holla at me My niggas comin to see If everythin is alright Yall niggas can blow some trees Have coke and some Hennessey My niggas from U.T.P Everythin is alright For those who couldnt figure me out, what this nigga be bout Cookin it, and cuttin it, and flippin it, in 24 hours I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike In the summertime the white Air Force Ones, Louie Baton, Nike sign Dont really talk much , I let my money speak I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep Im sippin Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin weed Shakin them haters off, bouncin to this jukin beat Fuckin with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin Lettin New York know these U niggas aint stuntin Nigga we aint runnin, I guarantee you that After these messages well be right back Take off your necklace huh, because this tech will hit a Innocent bystander who dont respect a nigga After you finish your collard greens and cornbread Get you a Glock, and come around here where my mom stayin From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened I got the Columbian, and Im gonna hold em down When you get close, call nigga Im gonna guide you down You got it now, , well then what time you leavin? In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin What us speed with V8, them cops then heated They locked my partner Gus up for smokin weed and speedin But hell be home though, probably about the same time you get ya Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasnt? Well come to find out, my homey found somethin But he had to choke a bitch, and fo pound somethin Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped em Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped em And pumped em and pumped em, and pumped em and pumped em We over here, E, shots of, sippin on Courvoisier Yeah Rockin exclusive, haha, haha... Haha, cant forget, Teamwork Music, haha

write a song like 50 Cent Baby when I told you, youre the only one I like

Baby when I told you, youre the only one I like I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight And baby when I told you, youre the sunshine of my life I meant to say, shawty I aint no trick, bitch please I aint buying you shit When I told you I like you for everything you are I meant I like the way your titties sit up in your bra Everything I said in your ear by the bar Was just to get you in the back seat of my car Youre an inspiring actress, girl you could go far If you knew who I knew, baby you would be a star But when I told you, you had sexy lips I meant to say I bet you suck a good dick And when I said I was feeling ya hips I meant to say, I bet she like it like a dog and shit So tell me doc, am I really sick? When bitches find out how I think, they say I aint shit When I say I love it, I mean I like it a lot I say I wanna fuck, I mean right on the spot I say its my pussy, but bitch you know its yours You say its your dick, okay then lick on the balls Baby when I told you, youre the only one I like I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight And baby when I told you, youre the sunshine of my life I meant to say, shawty I aint no trick, bitch please I aint buying you shit When I said I miss you, I mean I aint hit in a while I was thinking I come over, Im thinking I can knock you down When I said just kiss it, I mean come on just suck me off I said Ill take you shopping, I meant Ill drive you to the mall I wanna keep in touch, you know I hardly ever call Im doing big things, but I like my money short You lookin good baby, I complement you on your clothes I mean them jeans ya wearing, I cant wait to take em off I bet I get ya hot, I mean hotter than a stove Ill be ya freak, ya freak, yeah Ill lick ya I suppose I mean from your neck, all the way down to your toes I wont miss a spot, Im good at this, lord knows Now here I go again, I mean I wanna get it on I say anything, Im a horny little dawg Put ya legs back, and hop on you like a frog Get religious quick, have you saying my god Baby when I told you, youre the only one I like I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight And baby when I told you, youre the sunshine of my life I meant to say, shawty I aint no trick, bitch please I aint buying you shit

write a song like 50 Cent Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin aint a game

Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin aint a game Nigga that go gainst the grain, gon get to out the frame TVs in the Range, Im into nice thangs I slang weed, cocaine and hero-ayn 50 Cent thats my name, nigga I bring the pain You thought, shit stay the same nigga shit gon change Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range Run up with your Roley your rings and your motherfuckin chain Haters, you funny mayne, Im bout my money mayne Bitch get down on that track and get my money I aint playin Better understand what Im sayin when Im sayin I aint playin Ill be in front of yo crib layin with the mac to start sprayin Any nigga thats in the game for the fame gotta be a lame Crackersll put you in chains, boxes to drive you insane Sun caint shine all the time man its gotta rain Now hoe go sell, you better crack the whip mayne Well a pimp is a pimp and Bun is comin to getcha And if 6 is 9 then Im 30 thousand dollars richer Hit your bitch when she aint witcha, Pryor pussy like Richard Wide open make her forget ya then nut on your picture Lit your world up like the 4th of July, nobody knew why Not too fly maybe fo fly, servin dick to make your hoe cry My nigga you know I chew ya like a barracuda Who and what you thought you could do to non-hesitatin game shooters Blew your spot up, when I left nobody got up If they did they got shot up left for dead in the parking lot, what? Nigga you got nuts, put your money where yo mouth is I doubt this motherfucker even know what the South is All about, startin the clock, ring the bell or somethin Cause they stuntin, steady frontin, not cuttin, talkin bout nuttin Now what in the fuck, made them push the button of a mack Now Im set to attack, crackin yo back, just call me Jack cause Ima rip When money is no object When money is no object When money .. when money When money is no object what you thank, its a game? Bitch you will discover Bitch you will discover Bitch you will dis.. pimpin, bitch you will dis.. pimpin Bitch you will discover Im a pimp and not a lover Aiyyo the bitch used to bring me dough, used to be yo bottom hoe Now yo paper comin slow, she feel like she had to go Roll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers Politic with them Willies, the real shot callers Yeah 50, yeah I took his hoe Now he comin round here, what he lookin fo? Hell never get her back, she chose another mack His other hoes are whack and thats nothin but a fact Im a pimp, I dont love em like that If I ever lose a hoe I get another right back Im Too $hort, a real player and a pimp I aint seen you in a while, Pimp C tell em where you been Been around the world, yall niggas aint seen all the shit I seen Yeah Im good, sittin in the S covered 16 Im comin through a couple bars {?} lean 600 Benz S Class, know what the fuck I mean? A pimper, I stay in shrimp-ah, like Jack Tripper A candy sweet dipper, playin with cock and suckin on nipples Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers Rapper to bird flipper, man a motherfuckin ripper Its called gangsters to strippers Murder Mob and the Pack bumpin loud on the speakers From the A to the Bay, Newport to new graves Im breakin these hoes on Too $horts mixtape And this aint even the album Its just a mixtape, it aint even out yet So close your mouth bitch, turn it up loud it hits Jazze Pha and Lil Jon I told you all about the shit

write a song like 50 Cent Wise came home Far Rock edge, man; I figured Id drop in

Wise came home Far Rock edge, man; I figured Id drop in Bless him with a lil short change to go shoppin! Buzzer dont work! - Elevator shitty staircase pissy His sister ran out huggin on a nigga, she missed me! Momma living room, she sipped Cristy till she was pissy! Told em niggas tried to blaze me last night but they missed me In the CL, some niggas wet the driver side door, I had my vest on. - I put the fuckin\ pedal to the floor! Her son facin her - for a less or tens, he hurtin They be hollerin like: 50, let us put some work in! Todays a nice day if tonights a nice night, - somebody gon die It is what it is my nigga; why ask why?! See? I stay with some sit in the street But the niggas Uptown love me like they love Pistol Pete. - You heard me? Haha, haha! BRAAAAAAAAAAAAATT! Yall nggas eat that, ngga! Live with that! I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin marijuana Cops rollin up on us, my neighborhoods like a sauna Pistol-grippin, insurin wont nobody run up on us But if they do, fuck em, we murderous nickel-dome em I aint playin no games, Im on a mission fo the change Motherfuck bein a lame, Im ten toes in the game - deep I cant slip, this whole world want me sleep See I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak And playin for keeps, cause see, its a thin red line Between a nigga gettin his, and me gettin mine And plus Im a nigga with that feelin like its my time And anybody standin in the way of that is dyin I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you? I aint the one, be pushin buttons in the sight of my gun Im the real live version of the Corleone family So I spit this clearly, so you hoesll understand me.. I had my eyes on the Mascara, - mami, the Maybelline queen; Dolce Gabana, Fergano gettin choked in the sauna. She had a - dot on her face like Madonna, dressed like she date a designer. Looks so good, I spent a day with her mama. {whoooo!} Tried to break her, bring her, beat her, eat a plate of lasagna, {uh-huuuuh!} Grab some paper, bring the heater in case its haters behind her. {AAAAHH!} They call me Bandana Bank$, baby, I clap your homie, homie Then Im through with her, - go holla at Macaroni Tony, {TONY YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYO!} In the back with a few cup of Henny, baggy pants to tuck the semi In case you get to fuckin\ friendly. - My clique as tough as any! {any!} Stuntin plenty, I dont trick a penny; {haha!} get your own shit! Callin me with questions will only get you a phone click. - ! I can squeeze without blinkin, Im a cold-blooded nigga Bank robber Im a natural born killer Drug dealer, anything it took to survive Even if it took a nigga to die, Im a gangsta

write a song like 50 Cent In my hood, when you young

Yeah Uh-huh In my hood, when you young You taught to handle your biz, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Stick-up kidsll run up in your mama crib, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Over some lil shit, niggas will split your fucking wig, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Im from New York City, eyes on the prize, dodging the worm Ill fry your head like a project perm, bullets burn My right hands in the urn—how the hell did I deserve To be placed in a situation where nobodys concerned? Curse the coward thats bragging and didnt clap they mark He deserve a beating faster than a fat mans heart I play my part, well-respected , every minute, every second Youll put a dent in your budget booking me for a record In my hood, when you young You taught to handle your biz, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Stick-up kidsll run up in your mama crib, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Over some lil shit, niggas will split your fucking wig, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Cashville is where I call home , theres no one to call on Its every man for himself, I come from the bottom I been the nigga behind the trigger and been in front of the bullet But where Im from, we dont think about it, we pull it Crips and Bloods, Cali done got these country niggas banging Aint no more hanging, nigga, what set is you claiming? Round here, money aint coming like it used to be Cause these teens killing fiends over half a G In my hood, when you young You taught to handle your biz, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Stick-up kidsll run up in your mama crib, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Over some lil shit, niggas will split your fucking wig, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Niggas is three-wheeling, ass-scraping, 100 spokes, Gold Daytons Home of the Lakers, we riding dubs like Payton Bandana, forty-five, cock it back, hollow-tips gon fly You bitch niggas go run and hide, its NWA til the day I die Purple haze, I get high, where the beef at? Im ready to ride All-star game, dont come outside, lil drama and its gon be a homicide Low-riding through the CPT, Banks riding shotgun Buck in the backseat , G-Unit, pop something In my hood, when you young You taught to handle your biz, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Stick-up kidsll run up in your mama crib, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Over some lil shit, niggas will split your fucking wig, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, nigga Coming from where Im from, where Im from

write a song like 50 Cent Bitch what you know about?

yeah Bitch what you know about? Grippin fo fos Poppin fo fos Pimpin them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin that dough Pushin that blow Sippin that Mo Bitch what you know about? Bitch what you know about? Grippin fo fos Poppin fo fos Pimpin them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin that dough Pushin that blow Sippin that Mo Bitch what you know about? Big money, big things Big wrist watch, big diamond rings My niggas love when the club be off the chain Yall front theyll make you niggas take of them chains You can run til the hollow tips hit ya frame Hang on for ya life mayne A little candy paint, a little bit of chrome Some woodgrain a nigga money long Call shots in this bitch like a boss should What the fuck I want in your hood? I cruise through ya strip ridin real slow Im not shootin but I can and I will though Said I cruise through ya strip ridin real slow Im not shootin but I can and I will though Bitch what you know about? Grippin fo fos Poppin fo fos Pimpin them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin that dough Pushin that blow Sippin that Mo Bitch what you know about? Bitch what you know about? Grippin fo fos Poppin fo fos Pimpin them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin that dough Pushin that blow Sippin that Mo Bitch what you know about? Keep my name out ya mouth Before them AK shells come straight in ya house Wont stop til ya whole block layin hit em all up buck buck then we out Fuck where you from nigga fuck what you bout We can get it poppin Bodies start droppin Feds start watchin Niggas start talkin Death is knockin At your front door Niggas really dont want war Talkin and walkin Youll meet your coffin Aint no stoppin When the Glock get to poppin Bitch niggas runnin, screamin and hollerin Want to see what its like when you get shot? Want to get jacked for ya iced out watch? My tour bus filled up with guns I aint tryin to go out like Big and Pac Bitch what you know about? Grippin fo fos Poppin fo fos Pimpin them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin that dough Pushin that blow Sippin that Mo Bitch what you know about? Bitch what you know about? Grippin fo fos Poppin fo fos Pimpin them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin that dough Pushin that blow Sippin that Mo Bitch what you know about? Check ya ho Check ya dough Hate the game, but respect it though Cock and blow Let that go Otherwise the Tec will blow In other words ya neck will know What it feels to have a exit hole Them guns will make a nigga dumb turn him into a vegetable I ruined mines Doin lines My little niggas usin nines Spittin rhymes But I flip a bird Feelin like im losin time Got to get it all Im with it all Been there, done, and did it all And what I saw was niggas fall Once the young whore get the call Bitch what you know about? Grippin fo fos Poppin fo fos Pimpin them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin that dough Pushin that blow Sippin that Mo Bitch what you know about? Bitch what you know about? Grippin fo fos Poppin fo fos Pimpin them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin that dough Pushin that blow Sippin that Mo Bitch what you know about?

write a song like 50 Cent As times go by, I twist a lot

Yeah, F-50 As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think Im all poinry, cause you see me gettin high But my knife, Ill have yo ass seein out one eye As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think Im all poinry, cause you see me gettin high But my knife, Ill have yo ass seein out one eye 740 I, with the brand new shake Got me pissin on hoes like the R. Kelly tape If you see me in the club, nothin but Cris poppin See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin Tryin to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 Or 1 to 3, for an extra G RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto Picture me trick, and take a loss Im cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome 9 Ls will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, you dont know a fuckin clique liver As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think Im all poinry, cause you see me gettin high But my knife, Ill have yo ass seein out one eye As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think Im all poinry, cause you see me gettin high But my knife, Ill have yo ass seein out one eye I never mix money and product with my friends These chips, make relationships come to an end I pull the graveyard shift, gettin money non-stop And been on the block, ever since bunny tops 250 grizzies, scrape the plate Got me on 750s straight from the plate You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits I do you dirty like Bishop did Raheem in Juice Allow myself, to introduce myself This is Tony, the talk of New York, Im holdin the belt I got thug in my blood , game like a pimp And wrote my first verse, takin baths in the sink And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one Never gotta borrow a handgun Niggas on the street, gettin smoked like bran son So I stay dirty like Sanford and Son Groupies gossipin stay runnin their lips Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick Enough of the talkin, lets take it to the valance The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged Dont be surprised, If I spit at you Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral Our bread is goin towards a brick of dope Cause Ive been goin hand and hand since Different Strokes Im a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts WHAT!

write a song like 50 Cent I dont wanna hear no complaining

I dont wanna hear no complaining Cause you niggas already know how I get man You niggas cannot punk round here What the fuck, you think its different cause its music? Nah, man, fuck that, man Close your eyes - see the shooters, see the money in the bag See the Ds in the unmarked on a nigga ass See 62 on the plate when niggas bag up Scrape the plate my nigga, everything add up Im hungry, like I been missing a meal Back writing like I need me a deal, Ill show you the steel Its a jux, nigga, feel the chill Up your spine, Im a menace for real, I blast to kill Leave your brains on the dash and wheel Mix the kush with the hash and chill, lets talk bread Them niggas in the way of the money, lets shoot ahead The rest of them suckersll scattered, they dont matter Im trying to get my head right, Im buggy like my head lights Big Benz, big friends, bitch get in I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game We used to be the same, now we not alike mane, cmon The thiiiings you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! The thiiiings you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! I like my bitches fast just like the Porsches Switch gears, riding like 500 horses Youre now rocking with the boss of the bosses My wrist glist so sick, I leave a nigga nauseous Thats the Hublot, whats that you got? I rock that on Monday, youll have that one day Follow my footsteps, you know I move proper So what you got a chopper? Nigga, I got a chopper Mines aint got no wheels, whats the deal? Propellers propel, Im on the top of New York Top of the food chain, nigga, talking my talk Success is my addiction, you should take a hit of this {HAHA!} Im down for the friction, you start it Ill finish it Victim? Pick em - knife work, stick em Chrome Colt, pop em - hollow tip, drop em It wont be long fore youre going dying now, watch em The thiiiings you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! The thiiiings you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! Yeah, after the drought its the flood Its strategic, man, I planned it Now follow my footsteps, you know I move proper Let me inspire you, let me make you wanna win Lets take it to the top, baby I wanna say something to make you hungry Dont let nobody fuck up your vibe, man Coming in with that negative bullshit, we dont wanna hear it How they gon stop a hustler from hustling? Man, til next time,

write a song like 50 Cent The walls have ears lil nigga, I run New York

The walls have ears lil nigga, I run New York Even when I aint there lil nigga, I run New York I said the walls have ears lil nigga, I hear when you talk Lets get this shit clear lil nigga, I run New York I wake up, stare at the ceilin Im alive, what a beautiful feelin I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers Its a habit Im always prepared for war See my lifes like some shit, you seen in a flick Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick When I was hit and out the game I said one more flick Test my aim in the range Im like one more clip Its my brain, Im insane, I be on some shit Man I run Interscope, Jadas tryna annoy me Nuthin but another disgruntled employee He been in the game ten years and he still aint rich Even his mama upset that he still aint shit And he keep runnin his yap, like Ima take all that One more word out his mouth Ill push Styles shit back See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long And the trigger on the fo fos extremly strong With a little tre douche is like pop, pop Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop And the verses he be kickin none of em hot Cos he aint got none of that shit he says he got And he aint did none of that shit he said he did And I aint got time to be talkin bout this shit, I guess its easy to see lil nigga, I run New York Yeah I live in CT lil nigga, but I run New York And I dont go to parties lil nigga, but I run New York And I stay gettin cheese lil nigga, cos I run New York My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster LOX made more money than them thin tiny suits The game around south, drugs and rappin Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum Styles and Sheek Louch went double plastic Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics A hundred shots, a hundred clips, yall ready to die Fat Joe aint a gangsta, he scared to fly Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk I had Ja Rule buried in some high heel punk Vested up in a bullet-proof, man fuck that Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch Yo, I slip cocaine, in your project lobby And beat you wit my pistol like Caine did Chauncey Its T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O My whole clique, gotto,my Os on the fly hole C4s, we fly on linz And my rocks lookin like, Flex likes yo benz When Im down in DC lil nigga, I tell em, I run New York When Im out in Philly lil homie, I run New York When Im in VA I tell niggas guess what, I run New York Im in NC niggas holla at the moon, cos I run New York Now who the fuck told that lil nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell Me whats goin on. Want me to serve him somethin for real, cos Ill serve, murder eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the Nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I wont buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga Still aint a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo business in da street. Now niggas know you aint Shit, damn! I see yo monkey ass in da paper, cos you aint returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give em back, you dirty nigga. Aint none of that Shit you be wearin yours. We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These niggas Im supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set Up, thats what he gonna say, they set me up, man. I aint even go through that

write a song like 50 Cent Yeah, and understand that, understand the whole world revolves around change

Change muthafuckas Yeah, and understand that, understand the whole world revolves around change See a lot of you need to get the out your heart Open your eyes to a lifestyle some of us are just born into You see in this world theres only two kinda people: Winners and losers You a winner 50? You mu-fuckin right Im a winner, what about you? You damn straight Im a winner And let me you tell you som You know at the end of the day It aint about how many cars you got Or-or-or how much ice you rock It aint about that shit Its about how to fuckin feed yo family Thats what this shit is about Understand that, simple minded muthafuckas Yall busy gettin pimped Its about feedin yo family Alright, think about that shit While you recoup your record deal Yeah, think about that son Cause you livin on the strength of the next nigga anyway aight Just be easy, doo Imma let you live Just chill, aight Let me get mine