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write a song like 50 Cent
Show these niggas what time it is, man | Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah
Show these niggas what time it is, man
Ayo
Yo dunny little bitch ass nigga shot up my car
Yall little dirty mafuckers know who you are
Little snitch ass bastards, bitch ass bastards
I still be in your hood comin through for mad years
Out in Brooklyn, I see your punk asses again
Itll be murder, I dont care whos looking
Thats right, catch me right up in
Red hook, pink houses, and Queensbridge still
Cant nobody run me up out the hood
Im like the IKEA store, see me up in your hood
Whether Im there for business, or no business
Yall idiots best mind your business
When my shots go off they find they victims
Then I scratch names of the shit-list
When my shots go off they find they victims
Then I scratch names of the shit-list
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Shoot me, and I still live, and thats your ass
We make homicide look like suicide
But thats murder, it be straight murder
The bullets you hit me witll be your last
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Yeah
I cant keep count of how many niggas I cut with my blade
Kilo across your face as thick as your braids
Nigga, its hot in the hood, you cant walk with a gauge
Come outside with the pump, youll be stuck in a cage
I took the hit, and got up quick, stuck in a rage
And my pain just pour through a pen on a page
Wrong shit out your mouth, Ill put a hole in your fade
Then its back-and-forth to court, fighting the case
I got extra money, my spots is pumping the bass
So if you cant rap, its cool, I hit you with a eighth
They call me Hustle Man, fam, cause I switch up my hustle
Get to sticking niggas up when that coke dont bubble
Since a lil nigga, I aint been nuttin but trouble
Its easy to fuck up when you feel like nobody love ya
I keep telling yall niggas that I came up hard
And I think like a nigga in Sing-Sing on the yard
Yeah
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Shoot me, and I still live, and thats your ass
We make homicide look like suicide
But thats murder, it be straight murder
The bullets you hit me witll be your last
Straight murder, it be straight murder
When its on
I beat the shit out of dead horses, keep killing em
You see us in em Porsches, we killing em
Rap music got problems, cause Im starting shit
Anybody got problems with P can come get it
Im not scared of you, Im very available
You acting like youre so hard, Im right here, dude
No guards, no bulletproof vest
Them shits is too bogey, and they make me sweat
Fuck it, if its time to go its time to go
Plus whats it gonna help when they shooting for your head, yo?
Aint no mission impossible
And aint no man alive got that much strength
That he cant get touch, huh, you that sick, aint you?
And that quick, you turn into a thug angel
Huh, you that sick, aint you?
And that quick, you turn into a thug angel
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Shoot me, and I still live, and thats your ass
We make homicide look like suicide
But thats murder, it be straight murder
The bullets you hit me witll be your last
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Yeah
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Shoot me, and I still live, and thats your ass
We make homicide look like suicide
But thats murder, it be straight murder
The bullets you hit me witll be your last
Straight murder, it be straight murder |
write a song like 50 Cent
Sometime she love me, sometime she love me not | Sometime she love me, sometime she love me not
Hustler affection, Correction, I hug the block
2-4-7 7days a week 12 months 3-6-5 a nigga so loved
Girl your so beautiful
Baby girl for me would you ride or die
I know you Know you can be my bonnie god I can be your clyde
Girl do your thaaaaang
Pretty girl just do your thing
Yeah pretty girl just do your thing x2
Its like this
Sometimes I love em sometimes I dont
Sometimes I will sometimes I wont
Sometimes I flip so it aint too easy
Wifey of a hustler not liek them other breezys
Im a lover im a confidant when we in the streets
I like to hold the fire arm
I plug it for ya
Take a bullet for ya
If you aint in the streets il distribute for ya
You my homie my lover my friend to the end
Ride or die drink fuck get high
Do it again, livin the same, but it feels good
Boss nigga he could check me when a nigga should
I respect it get naked to the drop of his fitted
Cause you know what bitches with it
Boss lady cute little 380 cash sheek and shady
Im poppin off for my baby
Girl your so beautiful
Baby girl for me would you ride or die
I know you Know you can be my bonnie god I can be your clyde
Girl do your thaaaaang
Pretty girl just do your thing
Yeah pretty girl just do your thing x2
I need a rider bitch rock hard solid bitch
Riding on these niggas she like let me try the whip
Bitch about that, I know you about that
Down ass bitch make you wana floss that
Dope man daughter pussy like water
And she keep coming like im calling her
I spoil her adore her hit for her
Christian dior from europe
You know im hood so I like them from around the way
Like ll cool j Nice ass cute face
Before I eat her out she put the hammer on my waist
She realer then them fakes I lover her to this day
Babyyy your so beautiful
Baby girl for me would you ride or die
I know you Know you can be my bonnie god I can be your clyde
Girl do your thaaaaang
Pretty girl just do your thing
Yeah pretty girl just do your thing
Verse 4: Paris]
Keep your eyes out of the way before I spray the old lead off your face
I aint the bitch that catch a case,unsolved for daddy I go hard
Do what I gotta so he not behind bars
Some bitches is weak they creep and they cheat
Need it be let it be ima lady in the streets
Boggey when out to freak d-d-d-d-d p
Energy out the box must be them SK shots
Babyyy your so beautiful
Baby girl for me would you ride or die
I know you Know you can be my bonnie god I can be your clyde
Girl do your thaaaaang
Pretty girl just do your thing
Yeah pretty girl just do your thing |
write a song like 50 Cent
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you cant find your way without me | Shawty if you love me like your lost and you cant find your way without me
You gon wake up one day when Im gone thinking why did you doubt me
But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
I made you why would I play you?
Not only showered you with gifts I bathed you
Plus I hit the first night and I stayed too
I know its early but I just thought I would page you
Hey you!
Know that Im willing and able
You could tell from all the presents that I gave you
Still you
Be acting like you so unfaithful
You swear Im fucking on a rendezvous
When you think Im freaking I be on my grind
Even when we not freaking you be on my mind
Im on the top Im flipping them dimes
So I cant give you all of my time cause Im
24 hours a day stuck in a war
At least 8 hours or more cooking them rhymes
So 16 hours just you can hit the store and you complaining you want more free time?..YUP!
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you cant find your way without me
You gon wake up one day when Im gone thinking why did you doubt me
But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You gotta believe me baby you got it easy baby
Fly SWA you watching Feezy baby
You got a mean Mercedes you got a cleaning lady
Heres some advice for you, you better heat it baby
Long as your whip in the room aint got a strip on them poles
So what the fuck do you care just cause I live on the road
Im busy gripping them Oss thats how you gripping them clothes
Home I aint getting no dough I cant be sitting in there
So what if they boyfriends be home baby Im different then them
I bring them benjamins in look at the kitchen in there
Look at the living room set look at that thing on your neck
Matching that thing on your wrist but got some dVs in there
I give a fuck if they stare I give a fuck what they think
I get them publishing cheques and put the diesel in there
Dont let them people in there
Gas you up and get you all upset!
You in my heart and Im a keep you there..YUP!
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you cant find your way without me
You gon wake up one day when Im gone thinking why did you doubt me
But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
Yeah, Its Philly freezing
Since rock the mic right
I, put you in position to rock the ice right and
Them other niggas be singing the same song
They might
Have what it takes but they handle things wrong
You in your mens. or something you lookin mean to me
You got to believe in something why not I believe in me
I got the Beamer keys Im just as clean as these
I smoke the greenest trees
All them niggas be fronting, STUNTIN!
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you cant find your way without me
You gon wake up one day when Im gone thinking why did you doubt me
But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top |
write a song like 50 Cent
Zero tolerance for that fake shit get shot playin! | Nigga we not playin!
Zero tolerance for that fake shit get shot playin!
Thats how we on it
Yeah its rap til we start sprayin!
When you see the nozzle on that K you should start prayin!
Thats how we on it!
I dont wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You gon make them boys dump, you gon make them boys slump
You gon make them boys dump, leave you and your man slump
You gon make them boys dump, show them with the right one
You gon make them boys dump, its like that for real, its like that for real
Yeah shorty wild, tre pounds, forty cals
At the dice game with brand new hundreds forty thou
Stay fly work out, all we eat is Halal
Youll never catch em dirty cause all they keep is a smile
When they caught em with a gat in the car you beat it in trial
He dont say too much, never eager to style
Remind me of Gotti, Shyne with the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch or the Cuban cigar
Tryin to expand the brand so he could see more
Everybody love him from the Crips to the B-dogs
Leave niggas for dead, let em have a bleed off
Four-four to the head, will tear a nigga meat off
And he dont show no emotions when he lettin that heat off
I dont wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You gon make them boys dump, you gon make them boys slump
You gon make them boys dump, leave you and your man slump
You gon make them boys dump, show them with the right one
You gon make them boys dump, its like that for real, its like that for real
Yeah, yeah
My nickname change, call me Trey when Im snubbin em
Billy when Im clubbin em, Box when Im cuttin em
Niggas dyin, I aint prayin, I dont even fuck with em
Card game shuffle; hundred grand in the duffle
Blackjack, poker, pinochle - you win, fuck you
Niggas tryin to lie on me, they sayin Im grimy
Fo hundred mil and I still cant chill
Call me G, double barrel, N - GOON!
Boom! I do it like a Natti nigga do
New York Citys pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate, Im into it
I dont wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You gon make them boys dump, you gon make them boys slump
You gon make them boys dump, leave you and your man slump
You gon make them boys dump, show them with the right one
You gon make them boys dump, its like that for real, its like that for real
Yo, yeah...
If you hit em in the head with the dummies, then you good
Funeral homes make the most money in the hood
Either usin the chrome, pearl handles or the wood
Animals tryin to get away with whatever they could
Its spooky, how you could get rich off ?loosies?
Four stacks for the jacket, sneaks cost a deuce-y
You see the five stars, Im a general, salute me
They want a nigga to disappear, they tryna poof me
Im just in the crib countin gwap, up all night
I got a new crew, DOS - Dump On Sight
I be in and out of the country I jump off flights
Four-fifth is room temperature, the pumps on ice
Handle shit accordingly, whenever it comes to you
Do the right thing or the get the right thing done to you
Whatever you do, I just hope you got a gun with you
The +Tommy+ is like a live band when the +drum+ hits you
DUMP!
I dont wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You gon make them boys dump, you gon make them boys slump
You gon make them boys dump, leave you and your man slump
You gon make them boys dump, show them with the right one
You gon make them boys dump, its like that for real, its like that for real
WHAT!!!! THIS IS IT RIGHT HERE!!!!
WHO SAY THEY FUCKIN WITH THIS!!!
SCRATCH LIVE RUN DEEP!!!SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!
G-UNIT D-BLOCK!!!
ITS THE DEATH OF THE WIERDO RIGHT HERE!!!
ITS MY THEME MUSIC!!!
MAKE A HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MOVIE TO IT!!
JADA!!! 50!!!
EH HEHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Nigga no wait, no pine box, no funeral | Nigga no wait, no pine box, no funeral
Just 9 shots, take Pac 5, plus Big 4
You got 50, I love war
:
Who wanna box, with my ox
You wanna thump, I wanna dump
Its click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
Its click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
:
I think I got him, 10 shots, follow the trail of the blood drops
Fuck the police, better talk to Allah arc
Nigga you bleeding bad, yeah, you bleeding bad
Your Rolex soaked, like the kotex
You know next, its gonna get dark
Where the cops when you fucking need them?
That blood filling your lungs boy, I see you weezin
The harder you tryna run, the more you leakin
You could have found something better to do this weekend
I got an arsenal, poison tips in my archery
Battery acid, I burn your face off properly
Guns ammo, knife Rambo
Nightmare, wake up Im right there
Youre hellbound, hell yeah!
:
Who wanna box, with my ox
You wanna thump, I wanna dump
Its click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
Its click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
:
Rider.. Gang!
Haaaaa!
Talk that shit now, I love it when you frontin´
Eating all that pussy, guess cat got your tongue
Open up your mouth when say it to the pump
Buckshot come out the back of your neck like razor bumps
Im too small to fight you can swing all you want
I box with the ox, you drop, I swing once
This a sad scene, at least you die happy
Next lick eater, it look like you was smiling at me
Damn Kidd Kidd, snuck me after he just dap me
Tell a nigga Im grimy, bitch Im from Mays am street
If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me
I sprint like athletes in a track meet
:
Who wanna box, with my ox
You wanna thump, I wanna dump
Its click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
Its click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk |
write a song like 50 Cent
So what I grew up with them niggas | Ohhhh! Ahhh!
So what I grew up with them niggas
I aint stuck wit them niggas
We from the same hood
But I dont fuck wit them niggas
If shit pop off
I touch one of them niggas
Cut one of them niggas
Poke one of them niggas
Beg For Mercy number 4
Im so Hood
First lp 10 million sold Im so good
I thought niggas would love to see me shine
But its makin them sick
To see me gettin mines
Got that Benz, got that Bentley and the new Bugatti
Got the Range Aston Martin and the new Ferrari
If its makin you sick
To see me blow Im sorry
Dude we used to be cool
But I aint stuck wit you nigga
I grew up wit you nigga
But I dont fuck wit you nigga
Got shot in the back
Den turned around and got shot in the eye
Labels 2Pac lay down and die
Theres a message in my music can you hear it God?
The mans never gonna blow
Another reason why
This disease infested
When I spit it any nigga can get it
Punks frontin in they rhymes
That assll be flatlined
cant we all just get along we used to be friends?
Nah, fuck that man
We used to pretend
These niggas is comedians
I thought I was tight funny
5 called tellin niggas mugged me
Bet on my new surreal shit
Would you bail a nigga out son
If you niggas knew he was tryin to kill you
And wouldnt let you hold a gun?
Think about it
Haha ha!
Aw man
Im havin too much fun with this rap shit man
I love this shit man |
write a song like 50 Cent
Love you girl, like I can | MJ
50 Cent
G-Unit!
This, is, sim-ple
I, feel, you understand
Another, man
Cant, quite
Love you girl, like I can
Your fantasies and your dreams
Believe in me, I will fulfill
Now you know, how I feel
Now baby, tell me, how do you feel
Boy I feel like this just cant be real
And if Im dreamin please dont wake me up
So whats the deal, should I save my love for you?
Cos no one makes me feel the way that you do
You make me wanna see your face everyday
Deep down inside I know that youre my soul mate
If you should leave, Im waiting patiently
Cos boy I know that youre the one for me
Let me be the one to give you everything
Let me be the one thats always in your dreams
Let me be the one whod be right by your side
Let me be the one
Let me be the one
Im your girl, see theres no one quite like me
Nobody will love you the way that I do
I get chills when you put your arms around me
You make me feel like Im the only one
You make me wanna see your face everyday
Deep down inside I know that youre my soul mate
If you should leave Im waiting patiently
Cos boy I know that youre the one for me
Let me be the one to give you everything
Let me be the one thats always in your dreams
Let me be the one whod be right by your side
Let me be the one,
Let me be the one
Baby if ever you need someone who knows you
Someone to go to, someone to be by your side
Baby if ever you need someone to talk to
Someone to hold you, someone to be down to ride
You can count on me, Ill be there for you
When you need me, I care for you like you care for me
Please believe me if I was locked up, I know youd be the one to come see me
Because you understand life where we from aint easy
Problems, they say when it rains it pours
But Im sure together we could weather the storm
Your friends, they dont understand the shit we on
When Im gone Im missin you, your love is unconditional
Youre my heart, I need you to live, picture me dissin you
Now picture something positive, me huggin and kissin you
If you ever doubt how I feel then this is what you should listen to
Let me be the one to give you everything
Let me be the one thats always in your dreams
Let me be the one whod be right by your side
Let me be the one, let me be the one
Let me be the one to give you everything
Let me be the one thats always in your dreams
Let me be the one whod be right by your side
Let me be the one, let me be the one
Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one for you
Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one for you
Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one for you
Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one for you
Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one for you
Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one for you |
write a song like 50 Cent
Play the block with it | My niggas sell dope
Play the block with it
My niggas sell dope
Play the block with it
Ay everybody broke, that’s a damn shame
That’s why I chain smoke, tryna ease the damn pain
Instead of star folk or get in the dope game
Cuz you could change the players but the game don’t change
The game don’t change, no, the game don’t change
The game don’t change, no, the game don’t change
You gon lose, you don’t know the rules to the game
Cuz you could change the players but the game don’t change
If your sleeping on cash, your ass better wake up
I sold this shit that made the Five Heartbeats break up
I’m ‘bout to get my cake up from this white bitch sniffin’ white jizz, powderin’ the face without make up
Air Max and the snap back over the shape up
Look niggas, I’ve got shook niggas to shake up
Call the apes up, get you duck taped up
Fake fuck, you be paralyzed from the waist up
Wait up, I’ve got my weight up, your family gon have to set your wake up cuz you were never waked up
Rise and shine. It’s true the music industry will rob you blind so get a job or grind
And every bitch lie sometime
But your bitch told me that she never had a dick the size of mine
I get so high I can’t open up my eyes sometime
Or stay with guap, I play the block. I’ve got pies to grind
Everybody broke, that’s a damn shame
That’s why I chain smoke, tryna ease the damn pain
Instead of star folk or get in the dope game
Cuz you could change the players but the game don’t change
The game don’t change, no, the game don’t change
The game don’t change, no, the game don’t change
You gon lose, you don’t know the rules to the game
Cuz you could change the players but the game don’t change
If you forgot that I was hot you’d better start to remember
For the chicken get the ego of the hark up in you
I ball cause I play the block like a startin’ center
I’m in the mood to have calamari and shark for dinner
I’m from a hood you have to have a lot of heart to enter
A lot of bodies gonna fall before we start to win it
I got that good dope, heroin and good smoke
Comin’ out the trap ho, smellin’ like crip coop, brook
Broke people look rich, rich people look broke
Some good folk, life ain’t gon end on a good note
If you need it then I got it for sale
I’ve got the product for sale, a narcotic to sell
I’ve got pounds of Arizona and exotic to sell
I’ve got that kill vacuum suit I need to stop and to smell
You ain’t even gotta inhale or catch the damn smoke
That sour will have you high off of second hand smoke
Everybody broke, that’s a damn shame
That’s why I chain smoke, tryna ease the damn pain
Instead of star folk or get in the dope game
Cuz you could change the players but the game don’t change
The game don’t change, no, the game don’t change
The game don’t change, no, the game don’t change
You gon lose, you don’t know the rules to the game
Cuz you could change the players but the game don’t change
I get rich, when the dope flip its gymnastics
And I could make your bitch disappear, my dick be magic
Trust me, it’s static and I get the baddest bitties, pretty with big titties and big asses
That’s why in highschool I skipped classes to get changed
Or get brain like the nerd your big glasses
I stab niggas, grab triggers, kick asses and spit acid at your bitch asses
Everybody broke, that’s a damn shame
That’s why I chain smoke, tryna ease the damn pain
Instead of star folk or get in the dope game
Cuz you could change the players but the game don’t change
The game don’t change, no, the game don’t change
The game don’t change, no, the game don’t change
You gon lose, you don’t know the rules to the game
Cuz you could change the players but the game don’t change |
write a song like 50 Cent
I warned you, told you not to push me, pussy | It hurts...
G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!
I warned you, told you not to push me, pussy
See what happens when you push me, pussy
I warned you, told you not to fuck around
But you never listen, so you go ahead and fuck around!
I told yall I crush em, I crushed them, it’s nothing
I destroy him and any motherfucker they lovin
Got my thinking cap on, now Im sharp as a blade
Dont believe me you sit there and watch me get paid
New game, homie, my next move is always my best move
Stricktigic, I show you motherfucker’s my chess move
Believe it, Im not that rapper nigga you used to
That hammer hit that shell that hollow tip will go threw you
Contact hop, smoke from the cronic got me fellin damonic
Shoot one in the head for any nigga that want it
I prepare for the worst and wish for the best
40 Cali on my hip, teflon on my chest
It’s toughful math, niggas get blast, D’s canning it up
Feel the crime scene playin DA, mad as fuck
Hit my voice em on the wire tap, now you can get me like that
So called investigation, just was time wasted
You call me Palli, call me son, call me don dotta
50, I break em off proper!
I warned you, told you not to push me, pussy
See what happens when you push me, pussy
I warned you, told you not to fuck around
But you never listen, so you go ahead and fuck around! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Im on a hard bench, tryna sleep in a holding pen | Im on a hard bench, tryna sleep in a holding pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you aint tell me to do it
You aint a shooter, you a shermhead, you fuckin loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, hell start switching up
Im cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
Gemstars open niggas up like barettas
Im tryna be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, Im prepared Jack
A buck fifty, keep the change you can wear that
This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didnt use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there nothin to it
Same night from the Vibe awards
Still with me looking for some new spinal cords
Fuck your life and see the mind of yours
Concrete floors, I still feel like Im behind them doors
I want war
Im Read up for Teed up
Im getting fast money but I need to speed up
These Niggas kicking their feet up, just smoking their weed up
Well Ima creep up with my heat up and make em freeze up
Hold up Buck, ease up
Put some bodies in a box for Mazaradi Fox
New York when I get there I need to hear a lot of shots
A couple chickens on a video vixen,send her on a mission and one cent better not be missing
I dont listen, Im hard headed
Just one but you all get it my niggers all breaded its crum just to beat the case
I see death when I see your face
And even at this pace ima still lead the race
This Buck
This is murder this is not music
I had the style 10 years ago
I just didnt use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there nothin to it
Yeah, all Imma do is this. Imma keep countin money
I dont give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
Imma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This shit, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, Im licking my fingers
Im gettin... I got 100 d-dollar bills, for real nigga
All Imma do is this man
You hear that sound in the background?
Imma do this shit till my thumb get tired
Imma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
Imma take a break. Go get a new stack
Hand me that money over there
What we gon do? All year long
Its back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what Im doin, cause niggas cant stop nothin that Im doin
Right after you get in the way
We gon start shooting again like its nothing changed
We went through that whole
Kumbaya my lord - lets be friends by the fire
Its over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See thats where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and...
You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do |
write a song like 50 Cent
This very necessary, very legendary... 50 | This very necessary, very legendary... 50
If Im not ya favorite, I wanna know why
Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac
End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat
Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw
I done told ya one time, but for the last time
Dont make me put ya brains on the floor
This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor
Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door
P, What we got?
10 gs, you gotta be more
These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw
Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor
And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord
Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich
50 this is it, i aint feelin this shit
Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash
Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav
D-tay and fox, billy and fame
Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game
First theres one shot, then two shots
And ya laid out on the floor
Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops
And they view yo ass in the morgue
Maybe in ya next life, youll get shit right
And this shit wont happen again
Come stunt through my hood, like its all good
And we runnin up in ya crib |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yall know what that is right? | I mean, I mean, heh
Yall know what that is right?
I mean, I mean
Yall know what that is right? Uhh
Lil mama, show me how you move it
Lil mama, show me how you move it
Lil lil mama, show me how you move it
Lil mama I wanna see ya
Lil mama, show me how you move it
Lil mama, show me how you move it
Lil lil mama, show me how you move it
Lil mama
Tags on the back of the Lamb say B-Dub
Everynight Im in the streets and Im Gd up
5th album and Im still bangin out ya spea-kers
SoSoDef, cant nobody see us
You know I keep it fresh when it comes to the fashion
At the age 10 is when my momma heard the passion
I gotta stay stuntin and I gotta keep flashin
7 figure checks is the only thing Im cashin, I smash it
Everything I get on it look tight
Aint nothin like a hump when it jump and it shook right, shook right
Ladies on a homey like Im Denzel
Shirt off, big chain rockin like Im LL
Since 12 I done had a mill sittin in my garage
Lil Brazilian girls comin givin me a massage
Before I was, people was treat me like a big {ass} star
Its a test if you wanna be in my entourage, uhh
I keep catchin all my lil comp in a slumber
Comin with that heat that keep me hotter than a summer
Call it what you want, Im the king of Columbus
And if you wanna act up, D got the dumper
Round here Im ridin 30s on a Hummer
Tag on the back of it say Boy Wonder
Fo 15s beats sound like thunder
The baddest girl up in here, I better get her number
When I was younger, momma said I was a dreamer
Moved to Atlanta, stayed with J.D. and Teena
Never ever though, Id be sellin out arenas
Drivin erythang from a Phantom to a Beemer
Baby is you hearin what Im sayin, Im the real deal
{Nigga} that you wit, he a snack Im a full meal
I see you got it in the back like Jessica Beale
But you talkin baby all I wanna know if its trill
Now let me see
Groove with it do it
Girl turn around and show me how you move it, I said
Groove with it do it
Girl turn around and show me how you move it
Rollin with the B its like when you fly first class
Erything free, much different than them dirtbags
Im an entertainer keep you focused like a circus
God put me here to get it poppin, thats my purpose
{Niggas} say they know me cause they gettin overpowered
See I make it storm and the {bitch} make it shower
20 minutes all he got, I last four hours
So when I come around, he outta business like Tower
Baby it aint trickin if you got it, thats the motto
Hitmakers ballin like we just hit the lotto
Front and back, yall feel with ery kind of auto
Take your pick and you can bring it back tomorrow long as you let me see it |
write a song like 50 Cent
I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers | I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers
Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
You running, I’m coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I’ma get ya boy
I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
That beef I cook it, niggas I gets down
Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
I bet when I squeeze it, niggas scatter
The hoes, that’s a whole different story
Find out the baby ain’t mine, right there on Maury
Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
That’s 36 o’s of love, give me kiss, give me love
Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged
This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
I’m on ya head with the beam
So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers
You’re fucking with the wrong one
The strong one that God gave the gift
Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it
Why would you be mad, I done made it bitch
Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
You running, I’m coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I’ma get ya boy
(Get get gully, g-g-get gully
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
We get gully and we get money
Them schemin ass chicks can’t get shit from me)
Rain drops from heaven, the angels are cryin
It’s raining outside, envision my gun firin
Red and white flashes, the police coming
Nigga you aint hittin none, why the fuck are you running
I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
Where’s teh love, I don’t know but here’s the snub
Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
You know it’s really not worth it
To fuck with me, you’d rather tongue kiss the serpent
Don’t cry we all die
It’s just a matter of time
Nigga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine
Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendencies inside of an emcee
Fuck around I will line you
Run from me, I will find you
Forgot I’m nice, I will remind you
One, two, fifty coming for you
Three, four, better lock ya door
Five, six, grab ya crucifix
Seven, eight, don’t stay up late
The monsters back
Yeah, I need a target
So I can smash their head
I’m nice! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah we stop fuckin with theses niggas | Yeah we stop fuckin with theses niggas
Its real... its real... yo
This money done got a nigga like me in trouble
I made it niggas hated leave me dead they beloved to
Mommy before I walked up out that door I shouldve hugged you
Whos my real friends seems Im livin in a bubble
For cryin like a bitch nigga get your fuckin firearm
Got me blowin hollow tips right at your Teflon
Nigga stick and move if you aint gettin stepped on
No heat? Thats like a cop without his vest on
We buggin constantly thuggin we aint showin no lovin
Ice griller than sluggin face the repercussion
Niggas stomach is touchin its real not for nothin
Keep fakin and frontin you know its gonna be somethin
They say you live and you learn niggas never will learn
Burn heavily burn when streets and music merge
Niggas comin at me sideways
Nigga get your hammer and lets do this the right way for real
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You know we pop those thangs
You know we pop those thangs
You know we pop those thangs
You know we pop those thangs
If you scared nigga get a gun, dont go get a dog
Got a .44 long to put your ass in a morg
You peace talk with your pistol I send niggas to get you
Ten grand to hit you the shells are sure to split you
Porsche Box Drop...DROP, gun in the stash... BOX
Get your bitch ass... SHOT, standin around here
The flow so... HOT, they say I got it... LOCKED
Hold on a second homey lets get this clear
The wrist stay... ROCKED, the ruger stay... COCKED
I hope you smoke a lot cuz I supply a weed... SPOT
Now I got a question and I need the answer on the spot
That bitch you with she like you or she like what you got
Its 50 Cent and M-O-B-B breath easy
We aint finna kill nothin we just chillin nigga
But look dog dont go actin loco
You in Queens you a long way from Kansas?
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You know we pop those thangs
You know we pop those thangs
You know we pop those things
You know we pop those thangs
Ay yo
Why dudes walk around with those on the hip
The pocket or the box nigga wherever they fit
You know we done been through the worst of the shit
All we know is how to survive yall niggas eat a dick
Eat it quick eat your food through the I.V fuckin with P
Need a plastic bag attachment to shit?
Yall make us so real ice grill faces before them guns popped out
Now you look like you seen death
You aint ready for murder dont play with these kids
Upgrade to a set of wings fuckin with my clique
Basically be a cold case fav real quick
People that enjoy life they dont come to our set place your bets
Your favorite rap is sex I swell up niggas heads
Frail niggas is dead better get your weight up yeah
You heard what we said bird niggas aint deaf
Fuck yall wanna do about it huh? Straight up
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You know we pop those thangs
You know we pop those thangs
You know we pop those thangs
You know we pop those thangs |
write a song like 50 Cent
I have seen the Book of Tales | I have seen the Book of Tales
Crafted by magical hands
Older than time itself
Its pages are filled with darkness
And mystery
Theres a ghost down in the hall
Theres a ghoul beneath the bed
Now its coming through the walls
Now its climbing up the stairs
Theres a spirit in the dark
Hear the beating of his heart
Can you feel it in the air
Cause theyre hiding everywhere
Is that scary for you, baby
Am I scary for you, boy
Is it scary for you, baby
Is it scary for you
You know the stranger is you
Is it scary for you, baby
{Sorcery...Illusions...}
Theres a creaking on the floor
Theres a creep behind the door
Theres a rocking in the chair
But nobodys sitting there
Theres a ghastly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin nearly open
Where a restless soul is pokin
I am gonna be
Exactly what you gonna see
So did you come to me
To see your fantasies
Perform before your very eyes
A haunting ghostly treat
The ghoulish trickery
And spirits dancing in the night
But if you came to see
The truth, the purity
Its here inside a lonely heart
So let the performance start
I, I, I, I, I always feel
I, I, I, I, I - Somebodys watching me
I, I, I, I, I always feel
I, I, I, I, I - Somebodys watching me
I, I, I, I, I always feel
I, I, I always feel like somebodys watching me
A nightmare, thats the case
Never Never Land, thats the place
A monster, that you can see disappear
A monster, the worst thing you could fear
All hail, the king has risen
All hail, hail, the king, hail, the king has risen
All hail, the king, king, king, king, king, the king has risen
All hail, the king, king, king, king, the king has risen
Youre by yourself, but its my touch you felt
Im not a ghost from Hell, but Ive got a spell on you
You should be watching me, you should feel threatened
Why you sleep, why you creep, you should be threatened
Every time your lady speaks she speaks to me, threatened
Half of me youll never be, so you should feel threatened by me
You should be watching me, you should feel threatened
Why you sleep, why you creep, you should be threatened
Every time your lady speaks she speaks to me, threatened
Half of me youll never be, so you should feel threatened by me
What you have just witnessed could be the end of a particularly terrifying nightmare
It isnt - its the beginning |
write a song like 50 Cent
Ay, ay, come here bitch | Hahahaha, ahhhhh...
Ay, ay, come here bitch
Woo!
Yeah Im talkin to you, Im talkin to you, shorty
It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
On the kid; they all wanna touch
On a nigga skin, they love me so much
They all got P on they brain
At the show, do anything to get backstage
Just so they can hug 50 and kiss on Banks
After we all get a turn, the broads said Thanks
Shit, just last month a nigga wasnt shit
Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists
Niggas bringing me they girl like, You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-Unit!
Man, little groupies, they make me sick
You aint getting in the after party unless youre a chick
And bitch, you aint getting in the hotel, unless we grip
And youre gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
Shorty, whats up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga
Im tryna fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga
Ill tear it up, in the telly, youll be loving a nigga
Ill work that, work that, yeah Ill work that, work that
Its funny how a bitchll make her way backstage
Harder than the politician on the campaign
No games, baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
Let me see you back it up til you pull a hamstring
Face fuck, girl go for broke
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
Then Havoc on the floor
I dont need to get her number, shell be at the next show
Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
Dried up nutt on her neck
They dont call us the Massacre tour for nothing
We destroy good girls; send them home, pussy soft from fucking
Catch em in the morning in somebody white tee
And thats the kind of bitch that you call wifey
Shell do it anywhere from the telly to the tour bus
Heres the hotline bitch, call us
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yo Young Buck where my money at man | Yo Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody in here but you, Spyder and Mase
Theres supposed to be three hundred thousand in there
When the drama get to poppin it dont bother me, it dont bother me
When the shell casings get to droppin it dont bother me ,it dont bother me
When the wolves come out for the robberies, it dont bother me
Cuz they know who I be, it dont bother me
Cuz they dont bother me
Nigga Im always strapped I sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
Yo Whoo Kid these niggas didnt hear what they were supposed to hear, bring that back
Yo Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody is here but you, Spider and Mase
Theres supposed to be three hundred thousand in there
When the drama get to poppin it dont bother me, it dont bother me
When the shell casings get to droppin it dont bother me, it dont bother me )
When the wolves come out for the robberies, it dont bother me
Cuz they know who I be , it dont bother me
Cuz they dont bother me
Nigga Im always strapped I sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
Its a new day, switch the case
Semi the fully and spray, nigga u can die today
Duck or get out the way
Every nigga I know hoop dreaming or scheming
Morphine and dope the fiends still leanin
Im a chip off the whole block, whip off the old lot
Ill rip off ya whole spot, let a clip off and more shots
Niggas love Big Poppa, around
Cuz I dont let them eat I lay my muscle game down
Imagine if there was no there was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
Its the killa season, who the fuck need a reason
These faggot niggas cheesin, til they hit and they bleedin
Peacetalks save it, squeeze the milli wave it
I cause a crimewave, 9 bodies in 9 days
Lyin sideways, havin the beam on the side page
Call me genius cause I know shit that you dont know
You gon work for me or you gon starve to ya bones show
And you can talk dawg but it aint shit you can tell me
Im filthy rich still eatin peanut butter and jelly
Aint nothin changed but the chips, the cribs and the whips
You know me yeah Im always switchin the bitch
Like gooding on the mount, you know switchin a pitch
I dont know nothin about baseball but Im pitchin the bricks
When the drama get to poppin it dont bother me , it dont bother me
When the shell casings get to droppin it dont bother me, it dont bother me
When the wolves come out for the robberys , it dont bother me
Cuz they know who I be, it dont bother me
Cuz they dont bother me
It dont bother me neither niggas
My niggas all ignorant they dont listen to rap
They just fuck with the hoes and they be twistin them caps
We all millionaires that be stealin in stores
I dont pay for no G Units, I just walk out the door
This aint no funny money this here the real bills
We got enough of this shit to go get Osama killed
Pay a little nigga to go figure out where ya momma live
Leave her address in the mailbox to find her kid
I dont need no helpin hand for no other man
My name aint game, Im really who I say I am
I think Im getting more accustomed to the beef
Just caught a rapper yesterday and stuck him for his piece
I love New York City, New York can hate me
I ate up Ja Rule and made his fans pay me
I look at this Joe dude and think about soul food
Ever since Big Pun died, homie aint have no clue
We spose to be friends man, thought we was cool
Yeah I smoked a blunt with you Jada, but fuck you to
You know how gangstas do, they ride with choppers in they car
They sippin on syrup and they dont listen to Nas
Imma banger homeboy u dont know how I done been to bat
Up against the enemy, its in me Im just into that
Talk tough on the turf and I swear Imma attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up aint never did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let the 4-5 fly
Fif got the east, Buck the one in the south
And the west coast is mine, these niggas runnin they mouth
Its like a nigga play with murda cake
One in his vertabrae
You crazy enough to play with me then you deserve a wake
Of course a nigga word a wait, I raise the murder rate
Clap a shot at the cops like I never heard of Jakes
I been pumpin D, since days of humpty
They can make a million dollars just bein my flunky
I got a set of soldiers that I send outside to check my motor
You dont respect a loader then you neglect a odor
I see em, collesium Mama have to ID em
If the boy is muslim, I lay em in the mosseleuim?
When the drama get to poppin it dont bother me , it dont bother me
When the shell casings get to droppin it dont bother me , it dont bother me
When the wolves come out for the robberys , it dont bother me
Cuz they know who I be , it dont bother me
Cuz they dont bother me
Yo these niggas dont bother me man , they can say what they want on the radio
I bet you nobody dont put they hands on me, no I bet you that a nigga dont put his hands on me, nigga can say what he want I bet you a nigga dont put his hands on me, Imma say that one more time I bet a nigga dont put his hands on me
Jim Jones and them dont bother me man, Wendy Williams love me now
She was talkin she didnt bother me
Dipset definitely dont bother me
Who else anybody else out there that think they bother me
You dont bother me
Ha ha G G G you know what it is nigga , you dont bother me |
write a song like 50 Cent
And pray for my downfall | Chorus :
Pray and pray
And pray for my downfall
Menace, scene from the movie
Clap the two, weigh the oozie
Goodfella jewelry heist
Diamonds in my bitch doobie
I sit back, think about the cats
They hate man I laugh at them
Get outta line I blast at them
They stay scheming
Fuck around let off a clip
And leave the whip leaning
They dreaming
I took the cream and
Move to new places, new faces
Fuck the screw faces, shit
Cause when I flip
I make the paper
Dangerous, G-Unit
Niggas cant bang with us
Its undeniable the kid is nice
The flow CPR
Ill bring Biggie back to life
Man, Dre say Im loony
Em say Im moody
At least I dont smoke oolies
And fuck without rubbers
A handful of niggas hate
But the hood love us
You can pray
For my downfall
Motherfuckers
Even if I slip
Ill get back
Nigga act up
Hollowtipsll
Tear your back up
Gain 30 pounds
When you die, no lie
I was high when they hit me
Had a few gats with me, shit
Aint get a chance to let off
They shot me up and sped off
Apologies in order
Tamia I adore her
But now they strict
Cause my flow make money
Flow like water
Turn it up a notch
Twist the dutch
Zone to this, soak it up
See me in the club son
Ill send niggas to poke you up
You know my style 40 cal
With me when I move around
Squeeze, catch the shell
And run before your ass
Hit the ground
Pussy niggas shouldnt talk
Keep my name out your mouth
Summerjam, understand
Im the man
When I leave the crowd leave
Shook closer, game over
Ride or get rolled over |
write a song like 50 Cent
Let the beat rock, let the beat rock | Let the beat rock, let the beat rock
Fifty
Let the beat rock, let the beat rock
Yeah
Let the beat rock, let the beat rock
Let the beat rock, let the beat rock
Let the beat rock, let the beat rock
Let the, I got that hit that beat that block
Keep that bass on the low
I got that ricky, ricky rock, that ricky, ricky roll
That digital spit, that visual shit
I got that boom, that boom, that, that, that
My trunk it go boom, boom
My Ferrari, I zoom, zoom
Burn that paper, smoke up the room
Got the strap, scrap with them goons
Get that paper thats what I do
50 stacks, man thats what I blew
In the club makin it rain
100 Gs spent on my chain
Niggas cant shine the way I shine
Me, I grind and pop my nine
See I get the semi to bussin
I get them all to duckin
I tell em all, fuck with me, its all or nothin
I dont play no games, I sip those thangs
Hennesey, Patron, Rosé, Don
Goes on and on till the early morn
Till the early morn it goes on and on
Yo, though thats the way we, way we let the beat rock, boom
Though thats the way we, way we let the beat rock, boom
Though thats the way we, way we let the beat rock, pow
Let the beat rock
I like that boom, boom, pow, they jacking my style
They jackin my style, style, my style
Im so 3008, you so 2000 and late
I got that boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
That boom, boom, boom, lemme get it now
Yo, Im way up high, call me your highness
Im just so fly, call me yo flyness
I be that G, call me your genius
Im Black Eyed Pea, so baby please call me for penis
Call me chilly, call me Willy, ladies call me poppa
I propel just like propellas on em helicopters
Got you all intoxicated, stay on top of
Women I be swimmin with them like my name is aqua
And Im flowin like Im liquid
Pisces is my sign and I dont eat fish sticks
Roll with felines, that be rockin them big dicks
D motherfuckin D, only fuck with chicks wit
Come on honey, let ya Ds rock
OG homies know me cause I make the beat knock
Black Eyed Peas and 50 got them chickens, wanna eat cock
Ill be scoopin groupies, get them loopy when that beat rock
Yo, thought thats the way we, way we let the beat rock, boom
Though thats the way we, way we let the beat rock, boom
Though thats the way we, way we let the beat rock, pow
Let the beat rock
I like that boom, boom, pow, they jackin my style
They jackin my style, style, my style
Im so 3008, you so 2000 and late
I got that boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
That boom, boom, boom, lemme get it now
Yall hear that spaceship, zoom
Yall stuck on super 8 ish
HD
People in the place
Put your hands up in the air
Yo, let the beat rock, boom
Though thats the way we, way we let the beat rock, boom
Though thats the way we, way we let the beat rock, pow
Though thats the way we, way we let the beat rock |
write a song like 50 Cent
Im a paper chaser, my Glock Ill fire it | Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah nigga, yeah
Yeah nigga
Im a paper chaser, my Glock Ill fire it
You know what it is
The moment you expired, I handle my biz
I make somethin outta nothin
You fuck with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin
You got that big body Benz, ha
You find the bitch that you want
You just treat her and her friend, ha
You dont fucked up that coke, ha
Them niggas mad as a mothafucker
They finna get you smoked, ha
They outside where you rest, ha
Waitin with the hammers to put a hole in yo chest, ha
Its hot you wearin your vest, ha
Its summer time and you cant even go out
Nigga you stressed, ha
They talkin about you in the hood, ha
They sayin yo ass cant come around
You sayin you could, ha
That bitch flip gave you the boot, ha
She aint fuckin nigga with you
Cause you aint got no loot, ha
Aint nothin left for you to do, ha
So you back in the hood with your pistol ready to shoot, ha
It wont be long before you dead, ha
Niggas paid me to hit ya I gotta put one in yo head now!
Yeah, its my summer!
Go head say somethin, I want you to say somethin
So I can smacke the fuckin black off you, nigga
I spit in yo face, faggot
Come through there man, I cant wait, man
Summer time we gon mash out this year, nigga
I got shooters, oh what I got!
Ya niggas dont want it with me now, man
What the fuck, man, yall now where I come from
They now what turf I was tourin from
Southside, nigga, ride or be rode on
You know the rules!
Live this summer or die this summer, babe
Its real! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah I’m back to work man | Yeah I’m back to work man
I’mma do this shit til I fall apart
She boomerang, I do my thang, she come back
Everytime that bitch say she leaving she come back
She boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang
She boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang
This one’s for all you niggas on lock down
Really missing the bitch with the dick in her mouth
Now she say she leaving, I say leave
Shit I need air to breath
She no neccessity to me, I got game like the NBA
Pro bitch, I know shit
My nickname NFL, a Nigga Fucking Loaded
I’m rich like them white boys out there playing hockey
NHL, a Nigga Hold a Llama and I’m cocky
Should I explain myself, baby I’m on that hood shit
So say you wanna go, well I say go ‘head good bitch
I tour PGA, thats Pussy n Good Ass
Bitch, when your on the jet, everybody first class
Shots of Tequila, Philippine cuisine, Adobo
You know a nigga loco
My photo on the cover of the Vibe
A nigga so live, it’s GQ, XXL and Black Enterprise
All I wanna do is flip money and make a profit
Shorty get to working my nerves, she need to stop it
Special investigate son, she jumping through my phone
I wanna fucking be friend this is not want I want
Shit was cool til she shifted now her emotions involved
I got that dick game that put bitches in pyscho ward
She said she need me like she need air
And it hurts because I’m acting like I don’t care
I was stuck so we fuck, call it make up sex
Call it magic, she tried to leave, she come back
She gotta have it
She addicted to my left stroke
Nah man, my right stroke
I hit the back of that thing, she hit high notes
You niggas in trouble man
I woke up this morning, feeling like the old me
I swear to God man
Everytime I say something, it’s hot
This shit just come outta me man
They say I work just what I am
I’m an artist, Dont waste your time being a critic
Because I’m critically acclaimed muthaf-cker
Around the World, I’m 1 of 1
There will never be another me
I’m a perfectionist striving for perfection
50 Cent, fuck with me, G-g-g-g-g-unit |
write a song like 50 Cent
I’ll put this shit together, I’ll tear this shit apart | I’ll put this shit together, I’ll tear this shit apart
Demolition, the architect, I’ll let you see the spark
Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark
Put what you thinking on the curb, nigga, mark my word
If there’s a L to take it’s gon be your loss
Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off
You’ve been warned, you hard nigga I’m just gon hit you harder
Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya, extended clip ya
Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser
You talk shit I spit the razor
The mastermind, the muscle, boy, I know how to touch you
I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit
You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
You a shooter it’s nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
I heard it all before, I’m strapped coming at you boy
This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
I don’t believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fucked, nigga, I get the drop, Im on ya
Nigga make one false move around me I say “fuck it I’m ridin”
And ain’t no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I’ll find ya
Im still goin through my 50-niggas-everywhere-I-go phase
Catch me slippin no days, you pussy niggas no way
To stop me you gon need at least a Mack boy
Shoot me with a .25 I be like “what you do that for?”
That party popper ain’t gon cut it
But once you crossed the line you crossed the line, nigga, so fuck it
I’m built for it, try to do the shit I do get killed for it
Pints of blood spill for it, beef I’m still for it
Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain’t get the memo
I got cake, it’s your wake
My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on
Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on
You-you a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
You a shooter it’s nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
I heard it all before, I’m strapped coming at you boy
This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
I don’t believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fucked, nigga, I get the drop, Im on ya |
write a song like 50 Cent
You know Clue man, Im tryin to holler at this bitch right and Im like | You know Clue man, Im tryin to holler at this bitch right and Im like
Yeah, I told her I write music for a living
And shes like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent
And she said oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music
I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time
And Im like yeah, this bitch on my dick
I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man
Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue
And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy
Man, yall playin hardball like a motherfucker
See me I switch up hoopties cause niggas pay niggas to shoot me
You know how it is in the hood
Dead men dont hear no applause
Dont men dont go off on tours
Dead men dont accept no awards
50 that thought you was dead kid, kid
- 2X
50, its 50, its 50, motherfucker
Im back, Im back, Im back motherfucker
Niggas thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldnt stop me
I Hit Em Up worse than Pac, watch me
I dont hesitate to pull out the Burna nigga
I stick my snub nose in shit, that dont concern a nigga
Im the reason that Coupe, aint got no top
Im the reason that Rouger, aint got no shots
And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin
If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin
When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin
You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin
I am what I am, and I aint gonna change
My 5th clip loaded to the tip, Ill blow out ya brains
Trust me, Im not what you used to homie
You little faggot, Ill tell ya fuckin boss to blow me
Im puttin pressure on you, you payin the pump
About to die like a man, but you live like a chump
I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump
I cant wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya
50, its 50, its 50, motherfucker
Im back, Im back, Im back motherfucker
Niggas thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldnt stop me
I Hit Em Up worse than Pac, watch me
50, its 50, its 50, motherfucker
Im back, Im back, Im back motherfucker
Niggas thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldnt stop me
I Hit Em Up worse than Pac, watch me
This time, Im gonna hit em harder
This time, Im gonna hit em harder
50 Cent , G-Unit
DJ Clue , Early
Damn,
Thats hot man, rewind that |
write a song like 50 Cent
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard | Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right, gettin slizzurred
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now Im feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now Im feelin so fly like a G6
Hey, hey, hey
We balling, another grand, another grand
When I roll 50 deep I blow a 100 grand
This the way I play yall understand?
Champagne bottle after bottle, damn
Glass after glass til you feel a buzz
Baby bring it over, let me fill it up
I aint did little shit since a little kid
Im a big boy now so I do it big
Rose, Moet, Dom P, just a taste of Hennessy
Crystal it go down how it supposed to go down
When you fuck with me
I mean my paper straight, I blow the cake
We bounce to the 808
I mean Im super rich, su-super rich
Never mind why we do this ish
She aint drunk, she acting like she drunk
So I can do what I want
Im touching her where I want
From behind and up front
Shes a freak, Im a freak
Funny how we just meet
Right here out on the floor
Give me more, give me more
Hell Yeaa
Drink it up, drink-drink it up
When sober girls around me, they be actin like they drunk
They be actin like they drunk, actin-actin like they drunk
When sober girls around me actin-actin like they drunk
Its that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up
Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up
Its that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up
Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up
Hell Yeah, Make you put yo hands up, put yo put yo hands up
Hell Yeah, Make you put yo hands up, put yo put yo hands up |
write a song like 50 Cent
Boy if you want me, then you can have me | Boy if you want me, then you can have me
I want you to want me and love me unconditionally
You want me to want you, you want me to need you
You want me beg and stay by my side
You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you
You want me to just swallow my pride
You want too much from me
Pretending Im that nigga you lovingg
Last week it was my man, the week before your husband
Girl that ring on your finger means nothing
Its just a waste of money, and he was just a dummy
I know you kiss hIm and hug him
And tell hIm that you love him, you lying
Because I hit the first night and I wasnt even trying
You facinated with the flow
You know Im about to blow
Come to see me at my show
Admire how my wrist glow
You like the way I get the dough
We can go, just to drow
Let your knees hit the floor
I like it when you do it slow
Aint nobody got to know
We can keep it on the low
I dont like niggas in my business, told you that before
You want me to hug you, you want me to love you
You want me to miss you everytime you gone
You wanna shine, you wanna spend time
Girl this is just a fling thing, word is bond
You want too much from me
Everyday calling my phone
You found out my benz sittin on chrome
Wont leave me alone
Catchin feelings cause Im never at home
I shouldve known not to pick up the phone
Before a nigga got on
You wouldnt take time out to speak
Then you expect me to take your ass out to eat
I cant lie girl you sure look good in that mink
Tonight its on you, you gonna buy me a drink
Whatchu think?
You want me to lay out quality time, like you dont know Im on tour
Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh?
Why everytime we talk you askin for more, huh?
You want a nigga to commit, that our relationship shit and
I didnt string you along, you talkin reckless
Shorty look at my necklace
I dont sell dreams, I sell records
I know your type, used to parade around town
Bumped into an entertainer, now you wanna slow down
Introduced me to family and friends as well
Walkin out the house feeling like a piece of show-n-tell
Cheatin cause your boyfriend doesnt like to spend
I hate to bust your bubble but Im just like him
- repeat to fade |
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
I think we need a little excitement in our relationship | Ayo
I think we need a little excitement in our relationship
Lil roleplay you know what I mean
You be the doctor, I be the patient
Imma let you feel my
Chest to chest, can you feel my
Pull up your dress, can you feel my
We get this wettin, you can feel my
Baby, its time to switch up the way things go
Tonights the tonight youll be in control
I brought you a uniform so you could play the role
Now heres the stepping stone
Lady, I know before we was going kinda cold
The same ol same always seem to take a toll
Trying to take you back, sip a little Olde Gold
And try a couple things we aint never did before
Maybe you can be a freak for me at the door
I come up in the crib, you dress ready to go
Girl, take it down low, make it clap real slow
I never had so much fun without spending dough
Baby, you the star of the big boy show
I love you even more now that you unpredictable
Once we in the bedroom, aint no telling what well do
So what you wanna do?
Imma let you feel my
Chest to chest, can you feel my
Pull up your dress, can you feel my
We get this wettin, you can feel my
You like it when your clothes are invisible
This condition is critical
Off to the bedroom, here we go
You alot better than my new girls underworld
Yeah, time for you to bust out the new red pumps
Imma lick shots make the box spring jump
Go head and play the role, Imma give you what you want
Side to side, bring it back to the front
Dress up like the marshalls on a manhunt
Leave all my jewels, cuz you love it when I stunt
Ill play any role except being a chump
My john aint little, girl, You know I get it crunk
Your boy Todd Smith, Im the future of the funk
Pretend we little kids, play tag and dry hump
Film my home movie, back to work before lunch
Thats what I want
Imma let you feel my
Chest to chest, can you feel my
Pull up your dress, can you feel my
We get this wettin, you can feel my
You like it when your clothes are invisible
This condition is critical
Off to the bedroom, here we go
You alot better than my new girls underworld |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah, it?s 50. Uh huh, Scrappy. It?s the Unit | Yeah, it?s 50. Uh huh, Scrappy. It?s the Unit
Ahh nigga what you don?t know, is I ride around with the 44
Got a lil brown tryin to get some more, who you tryin to front? Ill let the whistles blow, the whistles blow?
Chorus:
I represent Atlanta, I?m a A-Town rider, I?ll lay a nigga down,
I ain?t aimin at your legs, I?ma put it to your head, until your brains on the ground
Nigga Trix are for kids niggas out here catchin biz hes got his dick playin around
Shawty gon? keep talking and we talking I?ma put that fuckin gun on your mouth
Its the prince of the south, back up in me
With the tool in my pocket and the A-town fitted
If you don?t get love from the A, then you ain?t winnin
Im on the ?, butt naked hoes and big boy pimpin
In the A, all the niggas they think I be trippin
Cuz I walk with my gun out, prepare for the lickin
The young boys stay crunk, them rims be spinnin
Niggas will jack you for your car, I don?t care what you whippin
But I?m gonna tell you like this, I don?t play no games
I was built for this shit and I can take the pain
Through my whole life course I?ve been off the chain
And niggas knew I been broke way before the fame
I been havin ? thoughts of ? a nigga
Ooo I wish a nigga would, I don?t take that shit
If a lot of talkers are less, walkers that?s rich
My momma taught me to hit every nigga that act like a bitch
Chorus:
I represent Atlanta, I?m a A-Town rider, I?ll lay a nigga down,
I ain?t aimin at your legs, I?ma put it to your head, leave your brains on the ground
Nigga ?? kids niggas out here catchin biz I?m the dick playin around
Shawty gon? keep talking and we talking I?ma put that fuckin gun in your mouth
Yeah there?s no place like home, there?s no place like home?
See these streets pay me, I?m a ? baby
Who better like ?, I don?t care if they like me
If I am A, around my way, I?ma rep the A all god damn day
It?s Atlanta GA, so watch what you say, that?s where I stay, I be on Cascade
The choppers spray, get hit with the K, from a block away, fuckin with me
Zone three is the place to be, where the young niggas will get you got for free
You don?t see a crack head getting crunk on tv, and if you don?t believe me, then why don?t you come see? A
Chorus:
I represent Atlanta, I?m a A-Town rider, I?ll lay a nigga down,
I ain?t aimin at your legs, I?ma put it to your head, leave your brains on the ground
Nigga ?? kids niggas out here catchin biz I?m the dick playin around
Shawty gon? keep talking and we talking I?ma put that fuckin gun in your mouth |
write a song like 50 Cent
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration | {gunshot}
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot through shit
And to all niggas that do it I love
To all my Brooklyn
To all my Uptown
To all my Bronx
To all my Queensbridge
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin kis, makin crazy Gs
Hittin buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and Im baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
Thats real
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga leave a nigga fa sho!
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
Thats a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her ass catch me if you can
Dont let your people fill you up wit octane Im not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, Ill break yo ass off propa
Theres no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I dont dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they dont want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {gun cocked} hah! Im on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah, Im back baby, you miss me? Come hear | Yeah, Im back baby, you miss me? Come hear
I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coupe De Ville
PimpinCrome On Tha Spokes And Rims
Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
Purse First Ass Later
I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel
PimpinCrome On Tha Spokes And Rims
Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
Purse First Ass Later Pimpin
I em simply what you call a P.I.M.P
You could never go broke when your G tight like me
You Wanna Ride With Tha King Of New York maybe
Get your money up choose a pimp and we can talk maybe
They say the games to be sold not told
I sprinkle a lil shit in my lines its hot tho
You see tha bitches i fuck with ,you know its real
I swet em to man i get em too man i stay on they heels
Fuck a parkinlot everyware im at im pimpin sunshine rain sleet or snow mane
When im around niggas handcuff they dames
I fuck em and send em home and they dont love me tha same
See my face on MTV tha mood just change she suddinly
Dosent want you touchin her mane
I had tha same affect on brods tha same befor tha fame
Queens track hustler point niggas know me mane
I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel
PimpinCrome On Tha Spokes And Rims
Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
Purse First Ass Later
I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel
PimpinCrome On Tha Spokes And Rims
Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
Purse First Ass Later Pimpin
I can see it in her eyes she tired of tha adverge live
Fuckin with me so adjective to tha clameres live
Fallow instructions baby tha skys tha limit
If you can belive suceed then achefe
But first past tha weed i was born ta be a balla
Niggas be hatein on a kid i cant call it
I could be everything you need tha shoulder you lean on
Tha one that you talk to, tha one that you key lone
If your atracktive we get to thumpin for awile
If you listen long enough ill send some humer ta make you smile
Got you outta pokit now bitch go on choose a pimp
Doc blew me lost my moma iv been pimpin ever since
Im a special kinda nigga girl cant you see?
I talk tha way out hood on to your t.v
I may change tha way of life apere so easy
But you gotta be about your paper if your rollin with me lets go
I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel
PimpinCrome On Tha Spokes And Rims
Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
Purse First Ass Later
I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel
PimpinCrome On Tha Spokes And Rims
Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
Purse First Ass Later Pimpin
Im from a bottom from a bottom goin ta take it to tha top!
If you think we cant do it nigga watch
We go to all tha way to a drop
From a lil to alot put a touch up and we got it
Shes far from adverge
She a spechil lady shell do anything for me and that drives me crazy
We get our grind on
I let her blow on my dice then my luck change i hit tha h right twice
Its simple its mental she down for me
When theres no one around, she around for me
Shes my sunshine after tha pain my joy after tha rain its easy to comprehend simple and clean
I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel
PimpinCrome On Tha Spokes And Rims
Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
Purse First Ass Later
I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel
PimpinCrome On Tha Spokes And Rims
Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl
Purse First Ass Later Pimpin
I be pimpin...
Purse First ass later i be pimpin |
write a song like 50 Cent
This is how Im feeling right now, I mean Im.. Im blessed | This is how Im feeling right now, I mean Im.. Im blessed
Me, I aint got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga Im cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning
I make so many mistakes, so many corrections
Im so far from perfect, so many imperfections
But Im a go getta, I get up and go get it
So if youre preaching prosperity, I wanna hear it
I make the hood look good, turn the base into base line
Punch lines to white lines, run from the one time
My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes
Now you seen the dope fiend lean
And you seen the pimp pimp hoes
The 4-4 blow and niggas puff dro
Like theres no tomorrow
Hit that pass that, thats the motto
You know jails like vacation for my friends
They go away, come home and do the same shit again
You think Im bad, man they dont give a fuck
They trying do what they gotta do to get a buck
Me, I aint got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga Im cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning
I take the line out the good book an eye for an eye
Shoot me I shoot you back, I dont care if you die
First the sun comes down, then the sun goes up
And the coke price too when the Ds make a bust
Its freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall and
Everything you worked for, they come to take it all
Man its like they dont know what they taking
Hit you with the tazer, Ill have you sizzling like bacon
When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use it
Through my pain theres a piece of me in all of my music
Go head you can judge me, Im hoping you love me
I see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magic
Hocus pocus keep the bitches focused
Before we pop up on that ass with toasters
Lord forgive me Im regressing again
Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins
Me, I aint got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga Im cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning |
write a song like 50 Cent
If it wasnt for bad luck | G Unit
If it wasnt for bad luck
I wouldnt have luck
If it wasnt for doing bad I wouldnt know about doing good
It aint safe down here in my hood
It could be a beautiful day
And youll get hit by strays
This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off and leave a nigga with two
Destinys beef its always escalate in the future
You aint tough cause ten probably aiming to shoot ya
Puss enough to make a neighborhood bum pick up a pistol
Fill the clip up and hit you
In the face or use the pistol
All it takes is aim a nigga really tried to diss you
Its gon be an issue
If you dont fry his tissue
Whats a crack head thinking bout right before he takes a hit
Hell if I know probablly a whole lot of mistakes and shit
What the fuck makes a nigga want to have a relationship
When I could have a Caucasian, Spanish, or Asian chick
Nigga you could run but the lightsll beat ya
Put red dots on you like a slice of pizza
Got a groupie on my lap nigga sun roof top nigga
Chilling on the scene
With the gangsta lean
This shit is real drama in the hood boy you better stay strapped
You need to wear a vest shit its on like that
Niggas you think is coolll stab you in the back
I know for a fact
I got a Gem Star thatll open ya face
The Macll make you open the safe
Im walking around with a open case
Yall been on my dick a long time thanks
Now Im a introduce you to my man get em Banks
You might catch Banks in the city with that blue and gray shit
Ropes as thick as the ones they hung slaves with
Shorty aint ya wife dog Im blazin after ya
Got rocks on my neck from a cave in Africa
Just bought a new bitch got beige and black in her
Police watching us like an Asian Trafficer
Go ahead front Im dying to poke ya hater
And put a patch on your eye like an Oakland Raider
I aint got a silencer just a Solt Potater
I seen ya wife you had to be on coke to date her
Its a problem when I get in
So if its hate in ya blood you better find a way to hold that shit in
Im lying to these hoes
So if you bust in my room youd probably catch a bitch trying to propose
From a block bang out I caught iron in my clothes
Stuck without my wratchet
Buck in my bread basket
Ear drums soft from lead to
Bounce off the floor injured my leg in traffic
Headed towards the Mackland
But its hard as hell to walk a straight line when ya eyeballs doing back flips
Duck from the SK Special
Or Im a leave ya fucking shirt looking like the eses dressed you
Itll be a case when I catch you
Im putting holes in ya face like a pretzel
Make jakes have to sketch you
Arm and legsll break the same time your neck do
Throw you off a projects
For fucking with my set
I know you hate me and would like to jump me
Cause I play around acres like Michaels monkey
You aint hurtin me in Air Force
Cause my Nikes is comfy
Catch me out in the country
With lights and company
She cant be thirsty because all night she drunk me
See I made it convince me
Shes better than Lewinski
Whats the sense of holdin on the metal if its empty?
You need shells in em
To leave swells in em
Catch Banks at the top of the globe
Pocket of dough
Rocks in the low
Lockin and load
Cock and explode
I grew up pops and a O
Mix match socks on my sole
Cops on a stroll
Spendin knots on my gold
I got Ns in my jeans
For Benzes and screens
Cause I take money like vending machines
I used to stick pens in my jeans
Now I got beams
Thatll leave you bending with screams
Pressure turns men to Marines
King pins to pussys
And hard rocks into milk and cookies
Motherfuckers |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah, this is what you call inner city blues | Yeah, this is what you call inner city blues
Now that I got you here I got your attention
I wanna welcome you all to the winners circle
Im a winner winner, look I gotta win
After I win I got to win over again
Please dont confuse a nigga for a loser
Watch me maneuver with the Ruger
Look, I gotta win
By any means, Im a 7 or 11
Trip-6 or a Cee-Lo, you aint hear that from me though
My occupations operation get money
Got that beam on that 9, got that money on my mind
Got no patience, man, I grind like Im running out of time
See the sunshine reflect off my shine, youre blind
You write hot lines like mine lines youre signed
That bitch bad, her ass so fat class, she mine
Im addicted to it, me I got to win
Over and over and over again
This quest for the paper is never gon end
So to my competition heres the message I send
Man, you aint a shooter, you aint a robber
You talk like a mobster you fucking blogger
I say some hard shit you wanna say somethin harder
Smack the shit out you, you wanna run to the law, huh?
This movies a rerun, you seen this before
She used a vibrator and she suck on your boy
I stand out like a sore thumb, Im hard to ignore
You get addicted to the dick then have to go through withdrawls
After I go through the drawers Im back on my grizzly
Back getting busy causing a frenzy
Its nothing new to me, theres nothing they could do to me
That aint been done to me - this is fun for me |
write a song like 50 Cent
Its time I laid back on em | Its 50, Yeah
Its time I laid back on em
Real smooth yeah
Im not down for the mind sex
Im tryin to get some pussy and jet
You can burn an in-scent
Lay back and relax
Feel the good vibrations
After me fuck I dont a conversation
Pardon me love that ass lookin right
What you doin tonight
You should stop aight
My body language say it all
So we aint gotta talk
I got fly spot southside queens New York
Now you know I wanna fuck
No doubt but I wanna try a different route
Dont say a word
Un-button your blouse
Pull that skirt down
Come to my bed time to put it down
Im not down for the mind sex
Im tryin to get some pussy and jet
You can burn an in-scent
Lay back and relax
Feel the good vibrations
After we fuck I dont a conversation
New princess show me your interests
Wait let me guess you like my ghetto poetry
Heres a little something I wrote down
In case you ever came around
You hear that fly shit
You know its me
Position after position
Ill exploit your body
Like an instructor for yoga or advanced Pilates
Your working up a sweat
You like it how I like it?
Go ahead go up and down
I like it when you ride it
Im not down for the mind sex
Im tryin to get some pussy and jet
You can burn an in-scent
Lay back and relax
Feel the good vibrations
After we fuck I dont a conversation
Motherfuckin right I dont want no conversation
Talk to a bitch try to explain to her why she should give me some boyzes and the bitch slow. First she know then she dont know if she gonna give some boyzes, she slow. So I aint supposed to be hangin out with no mentally retarded ho, you know shit like that, you know what Im sayin? Its the kid man, Its the 50 man. Come on man, Im in Taiwan man,type A, Thailand
I got the Asian hoes man, all together man. Niggas dont even believe in me man. I gotta put this shit on tape man, 4 bitches at the same time man, theres a difference when you just got 4 bitches, there just is. You or when you got 4 bitches that are just dead, really get into it, start being there for themselves, you know what I mean? I talk A bitch into anything man. You gotta listen o me man, Im good at this man, yous dont be listenin man. Thats why you aint got no money man. Put your hands in your pockets right now. You know why you aint got no money? Cause you dont listen to 50. Stupid nigga, Im tellin ya to pay attention man. Watch me man, hunh? Niggas know what im sayin. Im off the same curb you are. Why I got a hundred mill and you aint got nuttin, huh? |
write a song like 50 Cent
Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will | Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will
Ill whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
Ill whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Ill whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will
Ill whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
Ill whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Ill whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back
Thats four niggas riding strapped in grandpas Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggas
Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggas
Man my homies they want do whatever I want do
I say I want eat this and shit we want eat too
Lets ride around find a nigga stunting on first street
With the shines on niggas be looking like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit fore we start popping some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggas know who I is
I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz
Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will
Ill whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
Ill whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Ill whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will
Ill whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
Ill whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Ill whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
Im up early in the morning, tryna make a move
You coming in here with me shorty take your lil one to school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the lama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
Oh, she dont know it, damn, okay well wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
With a gun to her head saying, Daddy come home
You was rolling, popping bubbly, didnt think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearing you
And the nine will jam, right in my hand
Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will
Ill whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
Ill whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Ill whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will
Ill whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
Ill whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Ill whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
I got his homies screaming buck you need to calm down
Niggas be getting killed every time you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She asking God, what my baby dunn did now?
Im taking every thang, jewelry I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waiting we can starting waiting on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
Im impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fucking sidewalk
And Ima be on CNN again it aint my fault
March nigga step, right nigga lef
G-Unit soldier Im thugging till my death mothafuckas
Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will
Ill whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
Ill whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Ill whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
Ill whip ya head boy, you know I will
Ill whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
Ill whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
Ill whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed |
write a song like 50 Cent
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it | Yeah, its the Unit!
Yeah Swizz!
OHHH! Wooooo!
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit
Not three, not two, Im number one on the chart, bitch
Drama get to poppin even when I dont start shit
I turn around theres only two shells left in the cartridge
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out
Find out what they bout, when the guns come out
I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit
Got the ammo on me now, nigga front Ima pull this
In the hood, you rat you die
In the hood if you rap you die
Im out the hood gettin fat and high
Private jet, its time to fly
Got the Rollie with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up
Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah
Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice
I got bad aim but the beams on the ratchet, YEAH!
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
Baby well get lotto from Murciélago
I race in my driveway, motherfuck the highway
Niggas talk money just not around me
I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the Parmesan cheese
Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin
Im not what you used to, Im really not frontin
Tell the shorties I aint got time to talk, Im trickin
I want what I want, and what I want Im gettin
Uhh, forty thou earlobe, .40 cal gripper
Thatll make a girl out The Green Mile nigga
In the street rapper, industry bully
Its cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies
I gets em out, my tricks playin spades
I swim in dime pussy, piss Rosé
Unit rider, my clique dont play
I got a pocket full of green and my wrist all gray
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
You know if God bless the child with so much swag
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?
Seats less pussy got, all that ass
Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad, AHH!
These niggas aint hot like we
They dont know how to rock the spot like me
Smell like I just got out a brand new V
My black ass fresh up out of Bentley Cs
Work with me lil mama, lets get it
Wanna take you down to the flo, shorty Im with it
Im on that shit, we on that shit
I aint on that rubber grip, nah nigga dont trip
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
I get down, I get down
Wind it up
Wind it up
Wind it up
Hit the flo, flo
That flo, flo |
write a song like 50 Cent
Fuck state greens, Im tryna cake bitch | Fuck state greens, Im tryna cake bitch
Quarter key, Im ballin key Blake Griff
Jet ski, black sand, bad bitch
My passport need pages for the next trip
Fall asleep we got the cars that your ass dream of
Kush loud pack bet ya bitch blow some steam off
I keep the ruger under the rug beanies
Hoes here the rumors and they love me, love me
Fast cars, loose women, the high life
We bust bottles smoke weed all night
Hermeez cost as much as the gators sole
All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper
The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters
Cant take it when they see the money makers, we make a
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money
Shawty Lo I hear ya hating us
All that small talk I love laying up
Yea dey know, me and Yayo
In the NY, hitting yayo
Bitch better have my money
Wanna gain up now its steady as a diamond
Got the bitch naked like new jack city
Kinda remind me of monday night Magic City
Bitch Im shawty, bornhome shawty
Westsides on boy Bankhead shawty
Bitch Im with it, bought a whole ticket
And I got the whole G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit with me, 50
Attracted to the money like bees on honey
My swag on dummy, cash on runny
Im way more than what you asked for hunny
Knock it all collection plate from the last 4 Sundays
Im Ill, hold the pills, my skill, is so for real
Watch the candy rain fall
Im on her brail, playas so real
Im on a whole nother plato
Lean back Fat Joe
I aint got time to be concerned with you assholes
Status outrageous, Im on to yall haters
Im so far ahead, Im sitting down waiting
I feel your frustration for my very last statement
Im |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yea man niggas know what it is man niggas know there aint nothing better than this right here man G-Unit man, fuck is the matter with these niggas man | Yea man niggas know what it is man niggas know there aint nothing better than this right here man G-Unit man, fuck is the matter with these niggas man
We from the the bottom
We done came up but the money aint change us
You trying to come up how the fuck can you blame us
Niggas tryin to front so I walk with a stainless
Motherfuckers Ill send you to hell
Im flying out the country aint no tellin when Im gonna be back
To be honest half these artist never gonna see that
I keep my bad habits away from where Im gonna eat at
Before I sit up for a bitch Ill lose one knee cap
I paid a visit to father time but he flung me back
Shot to these reasonable ones with the guns we pack
Live for the dollar and grateful for every one we stack
Mind of a man with no sleep my dogs run feedback
Dont scheme at the rocks on hand before your mama sees us
Seed in the bag like a popcorn man
The ones we pack is not gonna jam
If we squeeze of the block go scram
Boiled eggs is all I had damn
A replica of my senior cause youll remember me
My grandfather still smoking weed and hes 70
My blood rushing of this Hennessy
Walking out the door with a felony
Check check out my melody
Nigga |
write a song like 50 Cent
I was chillin in my hotel lobby | I was chillin in my hotel lobby
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me
I dont really wanna catch a body
But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me
I was chillin in my hotel lobby
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me
I dont really wanna catch a body
But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me
If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done
Ima let the champagne bottle pop
Ima take it to the top
Show you how my niggas rock
092
My dawgs stay with it
Big apes in the cave with it
Free Melly Gz, he in the cage with it
Pop Smoke , yeah, I stay with it
Summertime, spicy
Got my weight up, now, they like me
You want your bread back? , come and fight me
Check that , Nike
I done came a long way from the street shit
I done knocked a lotta niggas out, G shit
I remember when they said I aint gon be shit
Well, Ima be shit , uh, look
And I did fifteen on my check-ins
Stash, Daniel can check it
Christian Loubin, Im steppin
Had to tell her, she like, Hol up a second
All eyes on me when I step in
Pieces kickin like Tekken
And I dumped a few slips through the mobile
You can call if they hold em
Got the gold back like Trojan
Mansa Musa get used to
Rip my shirt off like Hogan
Ds be sweatin me
Kicked down my door, findin guns and more
Guns galore
I was chillin in my hotel lobby
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me
I dont really wanna catch a body
But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me
I was chillin in my hotel lobby
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me
I dont really wanna catch a body
But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me
If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done
Ima let the champagne bottle pop
Ima take it to the top
Show you how my niggas rock
092
I was chillin in my hotel lobby
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me
I dont really wanna catch a body
But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me |
write a song like 50 Cent
Ill beat you motherfuckers, and get invaded | Yoooo!
This is the invasion
Ill beat you motherfuckers, and get invaded
Shady Records, Aftermath
Get down and pray
Eminem...
No...
Eminem!
No...
Hahaha. Wake the fuck up, motherfucker.
What do you want from me?!
Hahahaha. Remember me?
I killed you!
You thought I was dead, didnt you?
What do you want from me?!
Im alive...
Oh, God...
Get up.
No.
Get up and look in the mirror.
I dont want to!
Look in the mirror, its just a reflection. Haha
Leave me alone!!!
Look in the mirror! Youre nothing! Youre nothing without me! Look in the motherfucking mirror!
Leave me alone!!! Leave me the fuck alone!!! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Only fuck with real street niggas | Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Really, really, same image
Only fuck with real street niggas
In the kitchen, whippin chickens
Mixin chemicals like a chemist
Apartment buildin servin tenants
They catch a case, take a sentence
Aint want no names get mentioned
Dont fuck with no lames or no snitchin
Im making flips like a gymnast
Im balling hard like Emmitt
This bank card got no limits
You aint ballin, nigga, thats a scrimmage
Any beef, Ima end it
Big FN with extended
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Nigga you dont want no problems
Stay with shooters, yeah I got em
I say shoot em, then they shot em
Knock his top to his bottom
Like, oh dawg, Im a menace
You need em bricks get your K
Industry nigga still in the streets
Aint shit changed but the chains
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Big head Jimmy Neutron
Fuck a bitch on a futon
Dont save her, she dont wanna be saved
Nigga this aint Groupon
Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they dont know me
All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex
One point got an index
Smash your ass like an insect
So you better be goo
Shawty better be new
When I walk in the room
She know she fuckin with a goon
Did at the same time
My third leg got hang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Game face when its game time
Dora
Got her screamin like a whore-a
She keep beggin me to stop
But she really want more-a
Dirty soap dick
But the dicks so addictive
Homie how could you blame her?
Her hand dealt like Kramer
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Boy, now whats the issue?
You gonna make me get with you
You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I got big paper Im spendin
I get to flashin on em, my whip blasted on em, I mean any nigga can get it
Thats 30 in the extendo
I had your bitch in the end zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Im so good with the hoes
I pulled up in the Rolls
With my diamonds blinkin like strobes
In a Kanye shirt with holes
Im blowin paper like Dat
My niggas in here strapped
Theyll bust, you wont bust back
Thats why I act how I act
I see it oh, so, clear
You niggas aint really-really with this shit
Got me thinkin I really, really, really run this bitch
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes |
write a song like 50 Cent
Im complex, difficult to understand | Yeah, Fifty, Ha Ha
Im complex, difficult to understand
I dont know if its me
Or just to make a brother mad
I wanna it in the morning
Bright and early I want it
I rise as the sunrise
Baby now get up on it
Give it to me good
Shawty work it like you should
You follow instructions
Then I follow instructions
The ultimate seduction
More kissing and touching
Feels super natural
First chance Im at you
To fuck with Ice Cube
You gotta shit talk, big talk, Crip walk
Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
Cause you fucking with millionaires
Big stars
Only clocking a grip will make our
Dicks hard
I come through when I handle my
Business
Like a goddamn menace
Niggas think I eat spinach
Cause you need a dentist
Whenever I finish
Its the Grin-ich, with a gang of
Lieutenants
WESTSIDE!
I like it when you freaky
I’m freaky
I’ll explore your body completely
Til you feel like you need me
Chest to chest
I reckon I get to kiss you in neck
Come correct to make a sweat
It’s making us wet
Say my name, say my name
Positions we change
I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking
I ain’t playing no games
Jackpot, backshot
Still roughly taken
My pleasure is pleasing you
You should feel the same too
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the
Penitentiary, still ballin
Riding on these niggas cause they
Lame
In a 61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
Can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma Im a thug
Nigga
Up before the sun rise, quicker than
The drug dealers
Tell me if its on, nigga then we first to
Bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggas
Hit em up, Westside!
Aint nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if
I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped, Ill fuck her
From the back
I get my currency in stacks, Californias
Where Im at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder
Why
I got shot but didnt die, let em see
Whos next to try
Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen
Many peers dead
Niggas still ballin
Top Dogg, bite em all
Nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C
Yeah we hooking back up
And when they bang this in the club
Baby you got to get up
Thug niggas drug dealers
Yeah they giving it up
Lowlife, yo life
Boy we living it up
Taking chances while we dancing
In the party for sure
Slip my ho a forty-fo and she got
In the back do
Bitches looking at me strange
But you know I dont care
Step up in this motherfucker
Just a-swanging my hair
Bitch quit talking, Crip walk
Stay down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take
This dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down
For the Father of Rap
And if yo ass get cracked, bitch shut
Yo trap
Come back, get back, thats the part of
Success
If you believe in the S youll be
Relieving your stress |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah, one-two, one-two, testing, I said one-two | Yeah, one-two, one-two, testing, I said one-two
Yeah, one-two, one-two, testing, I said one-two
One-two, one-two, yall niggas know just how I do
Lets get more paper, more bread
Its grind time, I aint fucking round, kid
Got a new case, Ds aint got no proof
Got a new Coupe, it aint got no roof
Test me, see if I wont shoot
Ill cock that and bang that quick for the loot
Trey deuce, got it stashed in the boot
If theres a problem I get to the root
Go head get your ass shot being cute
You talk too much, boy, Ill put ya on mute
Beef with me you need more than a vest
And more than one strap I guess
You got me all fucked up
I might just get your whole clique stuck up
Then come back and sell your shit back
Im known for grimy shit like that
Ask around, niggas know me good
Southside, nigga, this my hood
You called and told me
That you wanted to leave
(Well, if youre leaving then leave
On your way out leave my keys)
But it seems
That you dont want to leave me
(Well, if your leaving then leave
Get to walking but leave my V)
Listen
We were so happy together
When we first met
But you started acting crazy
Oh baby, whats happening?
(What happened, girl? Whats happening?
Come on, come on)
Cause all my love
Is what Im giving
If you want games
Well Im not playing
Let me know if you want to leave
Now baby , please dont call me with your lies
You called and told me
That you wanted to leave
(Well, if youre leaving then leave
On your way out leave my keys)
But it seems
That you dont want to leave me
(Well, if your leaving then leave
Get to walking and leave my V)
Im sorry that youre feeling this way
You know Im not to blame no no, no, no
But thats you keeps on running
And playing those simple games
Leaving me
You know cant let go
Youre mistreating me, no, no, no, no
Let me know, if you want to leave
Baby, please just stop calling me with your lies
You called and told me
That you wanted to leave
(Well, if youre leaving then leave
But on your way out leave the keys)
But it seems
That you dont want to leave me
(Well, if your leaving then leave
Get to walking and leave my V)
Ohh, calm down, baby
Youre overreacting, haha
Oh, I got yall back in Bentleys
Leaving me, oh, cant let go
Mistreating me , no-no-no-no-no
Let me know , if you want to leave
But baby, please just stop calling me with your lies
You called and told me
(Quit lying to me
Tell me who youre trying to be)
That you wanted to leave
(You make me feel crazy
You know you my baby)
But it seems (you not going nowhere
Sit your ass down right here)
That you dont want to leave me
You keep on running from me
I dont understand it
Cause you love me , and I love you
so dont leave me
You called and told me
That you wanted to leave
And I know you wont leave me, girl
But it seems
That you dont want to leave me
You cant leave me, baby
You called me and you told me
That you wanted me to be your man
You called and told me
That you wanted to leave
But it seems
That you dont want to leave me
(Let me hear you say you love me
Oh, now you dont wanna say it cause everybody listening)
I love you, I love the way you walk
I love the way you talk, ooh yeah
ah ahhh
I love the way you move
Sure love the way you groove
Ahh baby ah ahhh, listen
{Damn!} |
write a song like 50 Cent
I aint got time for that love shit, get outta here | Come on man
I aint got time for that love shit, get outta here
Niggas know me man, I make a movie out em
Come on
I make a movie out em
I come through man, niggas change up man
I make a movie out em
Talk crazy when I aint around there
I make a movie out em
When niggas know
When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out em
Ill leave em flat on his face with shit oozin out em
When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about em
Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out em
When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out em
Ill leave em flat on his face with shit oozin out em
When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about em
Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out em
We by the bar with the Cris, gorillas in the mist
You muthafuckas tryna front, I go bananas with the clips
Got a hollow tip habit, Ill bulletproof the whips
My tires run on flats, you know I stay with gats
I hit the stash, pop out the mac, try and pop out ya back
More to sweat, ill pop out ya rat
Come on man
I aint got time for that love shit, get outta here
Niggas know me man, I make a movie out em
Come on
I make a movie out em
I come through man, niggas change up man
I make a movie out em
Talk crazy when I aint around there
I make a movie out em
When niggas know
When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out em
Ill leave em flat on his face with shit oozin out em
When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about em
Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out em
When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out em
Ill leave em flat on his face with shit oozin out em
When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about em
Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out em
We by the bar with the Cris, gorillas in the mist
You muthafuckas tryna front, I go bananas with the clips
Got a hollow tip habit, Ill bulletproof the whips
My tires run on flats, you know I stay with gats
I hit the stash, pop out the mac, try and pop out ya back
More to sweat, ill pop out ya rat
Im not the maintenance man. Im the super, bitch
You give super head, Ill make you super rich
I mean stupid rich, I know lots of tricks
Type niggas that dont think and follow they dick
What more can I say, its a beautiful day
Your vest aint gon work if youre hit with the K
Some prayin to spray, yet not in the way
You runnin, you pussy, youre scared of me!
When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out em
Ill leave em flat on his face with shit oozin out em
When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about em
Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out em
When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out em
Ill leave em flat on his face with shit oozin out em
When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about em
Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out em
Son
Look at this nigga, son
This niggas a fuckin movie, son
Fuckin comedy man
Hahahaha
The fuckin comedian man
Thats why I dont be playin with these niggas, man
Man, yall niggas better get the fuck outta here, man
Fuck around and kill one of these niggas
You know what I mean Im tryna... Im tryna get my money right
Im livin good, you know what I mean
Hahahahaha
They should get mad when I said that to them
When I say Im livin good
Hahahahaha
Awww, nigga
From January to January I do a hundred
Thats a hundred million nigga
From January to January
Could you, could you... nigga, could you copy that?
If I put a hundred mill in front of you, could you keep count nigga?
Hahahahaha
Ahhh haaa |
write a song like 50 Cent
Think they gon catch me slippin | Niggas crazy
Think they gon catch me slippin
Im on point, nigga
24/7, ya heard?
Every day I dream I see you dreamin
I cock my strap, I see you schemin
I want you to try me, nigga, Im fiendin
To pop my shit then forever you sleepin
When robberies done improperly
It turns into murder one, one, one
Move properly or get dropped, see
Come at me wrong and youre done, done, done
No two-face or mean mug, no mask, no gloves
Get you in my peripheral, Im tearin you up
Im watchin, you probably think my eyes wide shut
Im waitin for you to cross the line and get fucked
I lean in a Lotus, take off like a rocket
Got your bitch outta pocket, my hustle, you cant knock it
Got paper like Citibank, nigga, you need a loan
Got a brain, use ya brain, or get ya brains blown
Watch my watch tick tock and get popped
See my chain gleam scheme
And get met with the beam, nah mean?
Im not a freshman, Im a senior, yeah, head of my class
Ill put a hollow tip head in yo ass
You tryna jam me thinkin Im candy
Aint nothin sweet, I run the streets with all sorts of heat
You tryna eat, try elsewhere, my presence is felt here
You wont need wealth here, your assll get melt here
Nigga, yeah
Every day I dream I see you dreamin
I cock my strap, I see you schemin
I want you to try me, nigga, Im fiendin
To pop my shit then forever you sleepin
When robberies done improperly
It turns into murder one, one, one
Move properly or get dropped, see
Come at me wrong and youre done, done, done
Ya niggas aint maintaining, ya niggas is man-tanning
Black face, smack taste, Ill chew on your man standing
Fuck who you next to, nigga, Ill wet you
Splash vest, crash test, guess what this gat do
Im getting upset, duke, guess Im the Madd Rapper
First born on the horn saying, yo, dad, slap em
Fuck all these fuck-niggas, this is big Ruck, nigga
Im a boss, you a ten off every buck, nigga
Ruck is a tough rapper, I got a Dutchmaster
Three dice in my hand sippin a nut-cracker
I got the bank stop, you think broke, bitch, I think not
Twenty-five thousand dollar carpet like Frank got
Blot that shit, Ill pop that shit
That got niggas talkin about callin the cops and shit
You pussy, Im the opposite, hardcore
Kevlar vest on my flesh in a large form, P
Every day I dream I see you dreamin
I cock my strap, I see you schemin
I want you to try me, nigga, Im fiendin
To pop my shit then forever you sleepin
When robberies done improperly
It turns into murder one, one, one
Move properly or get dropped, see
Come at me wrong and youre done, done, done
Test me, you wan die? Murder a lung now
Fresh of the projects, put ten on my neck
Its off limits, touch it, touch the sky
Touch it, Ill send you to ya dead homies to say hi
I break niggas into fractions, Im down for that action
Talk that chopper talk til I come with the Colt
Then its bye-bye, close your eyes, learn to fly
Why go through it, why try and test I?
When you know I aint rap right, Im strapped right
2-4-7, 3-6-5, Im outside, steady mobbin
Im all in, Im not the one you robbin
Have me creepin, crawlin, shell cases fallin
Bullet hit your leg, break your limb
Bullets hit your chest, make you slim
Bullets flyin, run away from them
Bullets miss you, hit your closest friend
You pussy, mane, you shouldve gave your toast to him
Every day I dream I see you dreamin
I cock my strap, I see you schemin
I want you to try me, nigga, Im fiendin
To pop my shit then forever you sleepin
When robberies done improperly
It turns into murder one, one, one
Move properly or get dropped, see
Come at me wrong and youre done, done, done
Ayo, Fif, I know what these niggas is, man. These niggas aint tough, my G. Niggas talk bout they been in the streets. Yeah, you was in the streets, motherfuckers. You se a fuckin human holst, nigga. You held the whole crew guns, nigga. Fuck outta here, man. You that nigga when I brought that vest I took you on the roof. Put it on your back, see if that shit work, motherfucker. You in the street, nigga. What the fuck was you doin though? P! |
write a song like 50 Cent
She said she love it, she like my muuuu-sic | She said she love it, she like my muuuu-sic
She like that Im thuggin, she loves G-Unit
What? Uh-huh; she feelin the kid
Baby girl you can push me, pull me, scratch me, screw me
Holla my name out while we fuckin on top
You can ride like a rodeo, oh you freaky and I know so
Im with it if you like it in your butt
Shes a working girl
Get on top and let me see you work it girl
Dont stop - get it, get it
You can ride til youre satisfied
Thought of your lovin in my brain make me sing in the rain
She like my music... G-Unit!
WOO~! Yeah... G-Unit {NON-STOP}
Man anything goes when it comes to hoes
Ma your feet look good, let me suck on them toes
And if your body smell right, let me lick all them holes
I bust a nut in your face and wipe my dick on your clothes
Baby - spark the blunt and light the incense
Now its time to freak off with my project princess
Yall groupies wanna talk, and send fanmail
Cause yall see me in The Source and the XXL
Everybody wants to be real
Still they wanna hide how they feel
Nigga youre supposed to be real
When niggas find out that youre tellin
Nigga you gonna get yo cap peeled
Cause they get it, and now you know you gon it
Truuuuuuuuuuuue, I know true thugs are hard to find
Just let me find you, freal
Ill put a hole in yo ass with the blue steel
Keep yo punk-ass from tellin - HA HA!
Oooooh nigga you, tell on me
And youll diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee-hiiiiiiiigh
You heard me nigga?
I said you, tell on me
And youll diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee-hiiiiiiigh
I got somethin for you nigga
Ill put my hood on it, fo sho
Ha ha, G-G-G-Unit {echoes} |
write a song like 50 Cent
Lets get that money man, lets get that money man | Lets get that money man, lets get that money man
Lets get that money man, lets get that money man
Lets get that money man, lets get that money man
Lets get that money man, lets get that money man
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me? Check it out
Porsche spots, drop, gun in the stash, box
Get your bitch-ass, shot stuntin around here, here
Flow so, hot, they say I got it, locked
Hold on a second homie, lets get this clear
Look the wrists stay, rocked, the Ruger stay, cocked
I hope you smoke a lot cause I supply your weed, spots
Got a few questions and I need the answer on the spot
That bitch you with, she like you or she like what you got?
Tryin to maintain, tearin niggas out the frame
Semi-automatic flows; you know how it goes
Boss, B-O-S-S-M-A-N, gun in hand
Understand, gettin money is the plan
Greg Street is my man
Uhh, gettin money, YEAH!
Stat Quo baby, Atlantas own in this thang
Uh, uh
I stays by my fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in, only if youre ready baby
Aint no ifs or maybes, motherfuckers gotta pay me
Radio, gotta play me, stack a mil, I know you hate me
Stat Quo partner got a stable full of head dollars
All my folk cold choppers, even though the Feds watch us
Tired of duckin the blockas, shawty fresh as {?}
Snitchers sing to the coppers like all them tryin to stop a G
Playa aint no stoppin me, Im the nigga that you tryin to be
Live from Atlanta or in Dallas with my homie Street
Aint no way or aint no eat, my mom used to make lunch free
My ma speak, now thats street, that the way we do
We gettin money
Look, its on now time to cut the cake, fuck the Jake, tuck the plate
Make a move, dump the eight, guaranteed to pump his breaks
Too pissy drunk the case, aint got a month to waste
Smile with a pumpkin face, deep enough to jump the states
Stuff him in the trunk escape - you want a problem
Fuck the bass, up the stakes, everything I wear is up-to-date
Loyal cat, guarantee my sonll be a spoiled brat
Hot enough to boil crack, M-5, all you black
Im the reason all you rap, admit it Im daddy black
Doin this since Caddy Shack with Greg Street in that Cadi-llac
Blowin on a pillow pack, I call it Koffee Brown
Bitches cant get off me now, rasta-man toss me pounds
I aint from a softy town, niggasll break your bones, crack your faith
Call the doctor, let him put it back in place
Ha ha ha, 50 Cent yeah
What you gon do boy?
From New York to Atlanta to Dallas boy
Im all over the place, Im international playa
You heard me? Ha ha ha
Case you dealt with me |
write a song like 50 Cent
{set to the Geto Boys Mind Playing Tricks on Me instrumental} | {set to the Geto Boys Mind Playing Tricks on Me instrumental}
Mmm, yeah, uhh
Mind playing tricks on me man
Its a, regular day and a regular routine
Til I hear this tragic news from about two fiends
Your man 50, just got popped 9 times
And I heard through the grapevines its all cause he rhymes
In front of his grandma, Im standin on the lawn
Wearin no Teflon, I wonder if he gone
I know in my heart I wanna cry
Havin thoughts in my mind is my man gon die?
As I frantically run towards 50 spot
I panicky peep like fifty cops
It was blue & whites, DTs and homicide
With yellow tape locked off on both sides
With four-fifth shells on the floor
And DTs ringin doorbells, goin door to door
Yo Im stressed out, smokin bogie after bogie
Duckin the sarge cause the sarge fuckin know me
I jumped in Jeep truck and got a mac to spit
And we did about a buck cause Mary Mack I lit
At the time, I started thinkin back some shit
How we used to sling crack and stack our chips
With Kev, P-Low, Big Jewel the Kid
And my man 50 used to smack a bitch
And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4
And them hoes that we had on the Cash Money tour
Now Im at the hospital, stop daydreamin
All I see is 5-5-1 and theres beefin
Baby moms is screamin, whole family grievin
But the word is, that my mans still breathin
I dropped to my knees and I thanked the Lord
And got a long shitlist all across the board
Motherf... {ends} |
write a song like 50 Cent
Ayo, Whoo Kid, run that shit back | What the fuck?
Ayo, Whoo Kid, run that shit back
God damn
Yeah, I like to shout out my nigga 50
You know, for introducing me to so many celebrity hoes, homie
These hoes love me, my nigga
I want you to meet this new bitch
Look my fucking phone ringing right now
Who is this? Monica? Trina? Some fucking god damn bitch
Somebody Cali bitch, the gangsta hoes not the average
Have a nigga feeling like, Im gonna mary this
And you dont know how many kids she done have with this
But, I gotta thing for my down South hoes
Pussy stay wet and their mouth stay cold
Turn that ass around girl, touch your toes
Throw it back to me, let me hear you holla OH!
Your man aint nothing like me
7 figga nigga, still in a white T
Pimp the game, like the homie Ice-T
10 years, aint no telling where I might be
Do it for the money, you can keep the fame
Id rather be a rich nobody, then broke with a name
Chinchilla with a Cardi F Frame, wreck the range
But aint a damn thang change
Trying to fuck with these Hoes
Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P
We work them Hoes
Ho stroke first and I stroked her even faster
Had her in the telly with her ass up
You know the 21 questions that I asked her
Had her feeling good man, I gassed her
Soon as we were done, there was laughter
You know damn well her daddy aint a pastor
Seen her at the college and I asked her
If she wanted to roll after her class done
Came through picked her up in my Aston
Martin Vanquish drop with the glass up
Told her how i hustle, got my cash up
She saw the ice on my wrist I like to flash uhh
When it comes to getting bitches Im a master
But when it comes to trickin Im the last to
Break bridge, dont believe me nigga, ask her
Shell tell you Im stingy as hell with these Hoes
Trying to fuck with these Hoes
Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P
We work them Hoes
Yeah, Its big pimping going on
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Aww man, we known internationally right now
We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland, Naa mean?
I asked a nigga, if he knew Fat Joe
He said Yeah, you mean the man from the pizza shop around the corner?
I said Nah, not that Fat Joe. Was talking about the Rap
Hes like Nah Nah, we dont know him. We know you 50
You know, so sign autographs HAHA
So I sign autographs, man go back to the hotel
And fuck with these Hoes HAHA
Yo, play it back one more time |
write a song like 50 Cent
My new chick said her ex never rode for her | Jonn Hart baby
Its Kid Ink
My new chick, Uhum
My new chick said her ex never rode for her
My new chick said her ex never rode for her
I told her shawty Ima ride
My new chick said her ex took money from her
I said bitch Ima ride
She got rid of a loser, you know to fuck with a winner
Man I roll up in the Rolls, to pick that ass up for dinner
I got the deluxe apartment, I mean we up in the sky
Put my bitch on the runway, she G5 fly
I got that paper to play with, now why the fuck would she stay with
A nigga bringing the down down, he was bringing it down
I put her up on game, now she wont fuck with a lame
Even if a nigga wave I tell, I got her like
New crib, new life on the map
Girl you wanna see a hater look back
I dont ever wanna see you with your next man
Im better than your ex man, baby
Its cold outside, feeling cold outside
I keep you warm, when its cold outside
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick
My new chick, going harder than your ex bitch
My new chick
My new chick, going harder than your next bitch
Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick said her ex did nothing for her
I said shawty Ima do it
My new chick said her ex found a next bitch
I said I aint gonna lose it
Fly high, G5 to the sky now
Girl you wanna see a hater look down
I dont ever wanna see you with the next man
Im better than your ex man baby
Its cold outside, feeling cold outside
I keep you warm, when its cold outside
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick
My new chick, going harder than your ex bitch
My new chick
My new chick, going harder than your next bitch
Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
You know Im gonna
Keep way more never less then
Hit it way better than your ex man
You know Im gonna hit it like a
Take you to the mall when you mad at me
Blow a bag on the back, throw it back at me
You got me throwin money like
Goin deep for her
Feelin frogger baby
Goin lick for her
Man I know my ex girl, mad in my new chick
Instagram snooping, looking at the new shit
Fifty Shades of Grey, I put that ass in a new whip
Thats my baby, put that ass in a new crib
Tell em...
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick
My new chick, going harder than your ex bitch
My new chick
My new chick, going harder than your next bitch
Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
And now you know Im gonna ride, yeah
New chick, yeah yeah yeah yeah
And now you know Im gonna ride, all right
For my new chick |
write a song like 50 Cent
Every time we break up, its like we make up | Every time we break up, its like we make up
Just to do it again, here we go again
Tell me how I can prove to you that youre my closest friend
Here we go again
Every time you pick up my phone, you starting shit again
Here we go again
I just wanna love you
Don’t wanna fight cause I can’t win
Why would I want to fight with you?
Beefing with you is worthless
Cause I think God made you for me
We match together perfect
You’re acting insecure
Why don’t you think I would stay with you?
Girl if its up to me I’ll spend forever and a day with you
Engagement, ring ring, 10 carat bling bling
I be on that boss shit
I’ll be-be on that boss shit
Benzes, Porsches, Ferraris, Rolls
I’ll let you drive em all
So we can have a ball
Every time we break up, its like we make up
Just to do it again, here we go again
Tell me how I can prove to you that youre my closest friend
Here we go again
Every time you pick up my phone, you starting shit again
Here we go again
I just wanna love you
Don’t wanna fight cause I can’t win
And again, you don’t hear me, when I talk to you
When bills come I pay the bills, I’m doing what I’m supposed to do
For Christs sake, give me a break
I shake the jakes to get the cake
Thats why we straight, I’m out of state
I’m putting food on our plate
The bickering make the love feel like hate
Youre my soulmate, us being together is our fate
Leaving me would be a big mistake
Wrong move to make
Apart, both of us would be in bad shape
Every time we break up, its like we make up
Just to do it again, here we go again
Tell me how I can prove to you that youre my closest friend
Here we go again
Every time you pick up my phone, you starting shit again
Here we go again
I just wanna love you
Don’t wanna fight cause I can’t win
Your love compares to your love
Girl you take me higher
If you wanna fight me
Go head and fight me
Till you tire
I’m for you
You for me
In the end we gon see
You and me it’s meant to be
But as of right now, here we go again
Every time we break up, its like we make up
Just to do it again, here we go again
Tell me how I can prove to you that youre my closest friend
Here we go again
Every time you pick up my phone, you starting shit again
Here we go again
I just wanna love you
Don’t wanna fight cause I can’t win
Here we go again
And again
Here we go again
Over and over again
Here we go again
And again
Here we go again
Over and over again |
write a song like 50 Cent
Nigga try and come play me better come on your A game, ay mayne, ay | Nigga try and come play me better come on your A game, ay mayne, ay
Niggas try to move on me I cock the heat cause a melee, melee, ay
Witness this shit, niggas get hit, ay
Run when it spit, dont get hit by the AK
Take cover quick, niggas on that shit, ay
Come broad day theyll get at you with the AK
Niggas think they know me, I be on some other shit
My baby mama dont know me, I be with my other bitch
I blow a stack, I get it back, you keep in check, I get the gat
Then you wanna chitter-chat, now what kind of shit is that?
Strip club, shake it shake it, toss it up, make it rain
Semi tucked, I let it buck, I shoot the shit up out your gang
Find out who youre fuckin with cause I aint for the sucker shit
Cut you like the cocaine, niggas stay in your lane
Im a muhfuckin heavyweight, you aint in my weight class
And me Im moving heavy weight, get gone with your light ass
Me Im so official, pearl-handled nickel
Plated nine-nine, your lifes on the line
I dont give a fuck who outside, now listen
I dont give a fuck who get hit, I aint missin
I come through that muhfucker waving the chopper
113th Precinct aint enough to stop us
Niggas shot at me before, I got away, popped from a block away
Sucker niggas be right there on one foot til I rock away
Next day I popped up told niggas its my turf
They done seen the gun smoke, they done found my shells burn
Sabrina baby special, they treat me like a misfit
I squeeze I risk it, I risk it
Different class of nigga, my hand around the trigger
Dont make me do it, Ill do it, you stupid nigga |
write a song like 50 Cent
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club | Yeah
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
When I grip the Tec
Hit the deck
Ill spray at youre way
Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my Kay Kay
Pussy get out of line and your ass can die today
Look at my soldiers to get em is all I got to say
Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize
Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head man
I aint playin aint got no time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin playin
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move
Get a real good look, but dont scheme cause I got my pistol
Platinum on wrist blue
Wrist poppin bling green by the fist full
Im smokin chong good
Dont ride through the wrong hood
Unless you got a vest on
That Teflon
Like a don should
Im rollin sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strap got it tucked know what I mean?
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
Its the general homie thats commanding these advances
My semi-automatic ravin
Stay blazin
The Rover be Etchel White
Shorty leaned over but im mad cause she got an over-bite
I got your babys mother
Movin overloads of Coke
For Louey Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
Homie we enrich youre bitch or hood rat
Thats why my waves spinnin in that G Unit hat
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up |
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Yall niggas need to be clear real quick
The motherfuckin game has changed again
MixUnit.Com a new day nigga
Too often, is a young nigga, in a coffin
Tryna blossom, got shot down walkin, heh
Bleek a high-to-hot guy, turned cold
Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul
Dont cry, he chose the life
Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight
How you smile at a momma when she lost a child?
They done shot my baby!
Pardon Me back in the room again
Its time to raise the level of the boom again
Bus-A-Bus-A-Bus ra-
See, I aint do that in a long time
Spit shit, make the streets do more crime
Cop some cribs, top a little more shine
Alright, yeah I pity yall
Da way I bang niggas and how I shit on yall
And spit the slang, big em, make your label quit on yall
And do my thang bitch, from here to Senegal
We gettin a lotta money, me and my friend Kamal
I take yo money I aint a friend of yall Gunshot
So much class, my shitll kill ya, black
when I dont wanna rap
And still Ima smash and make them bitches make it clap
Soon as im finished wit her homie, Ill give her back
We dont play that, we dont play that
Nigga Im serious, I aint playin
We dont play that, we dont play that
Nigga Im serious, I aint playin
We dont play that, we dont play that
Nigga Im serious, I aint playin
We dont play that, we dont play that
Nigga Im serious, I aint playin
Get familiar! |
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I dont know what you heard about me | I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see
That Im a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause Im from New York
I aint that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
Im that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you cant see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see
That Im a motherfucking P-I-M-P
: G-G-G-G-Unit!
Du bist kein Pimp, du läufst den Bitches nach wie ein Idiot
Und kommst nicht mehr klar ich lass mir meine Drinks von Bitches holen
Wähl eine aus, zieh eine raus, wie bei ner Hoe-Verlosung
Behandle sie von oben spuck sie an wie auf den Boden
Ich bin der Pimp des Jahres, Pimpe mein Wagen
Pimper sie hart, pimper sie im Park, pimper im Wagen
Ich kling fresher als 50 auf diesem Track, ich pimp sogar den Beat
Ich hör Bitches sagen: S, dein Flow ist sick und du bist niedlich
Nein, das ist alles Fassade und leider bist du kein Hauptgewinn
Du bist grad mal passabel ich fick dein Arsch und geh
Weiter red weiter ich hör die Wörter doch versteh den Sinn nicht
Dein Freund hat jetzt ein Mountainbike und glaubt dass er ein Pimp ist
Ich pimpe nicht für Geld, ich pimpe um kostenlos zu bonen
Dressier euch wie im Zirkus Krone, ich lass Bitches blown
Und komm in ihr face schick sie davon gib ihr noch grade die Hand
Stell dich nicht an nimm ihn schnell nochmal für das Vaterland Bitch! Hoe!
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see
That Im a motherfucking P-I-M-P |
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I get money, I-I get money | I get money, I-I get money
I-I get, I get, I get, I get
I get money, money is got
I-I get money, money is got
I-I get money, money is got
I get money, money is got, money-money is got
I get money, money is got
I-I get money, money is got
I-I get money, money is got, money-money is got
The bank dont stop cause they put me in cuffs
Still made money up in the can, what the fuck
Id have a baby by you, baby, if you a billionaire
Write the check before I cum, just sign right here
Im gon stay rich
I aint gon die tryin to spend my shit
Imma die tryna spend your shit
Nowadays these rap niggas on some feminine shit
So I guess Queen Bee gon be the man of this shit
Laughin at these rap bitches on some amatuer shit
They better off makin a livin on some janitor shit
Who the hell is this chick? She been out kinda long
Had one hot song, Im sorry I missed it
Too busy being Conceited, puttin on my lipstick
Takin trips out in Cali, chillin with the Hiltons
Yeeeeeah, Im chillin, Kim top billin
With the top down, throwin money through the ceilin
I get it, the lifestyle that you only rap about
I live it, my man buy cars that you hoes be rentin
Im classy like a Phatom, you a Honda Civic
Lil Kim got your whole bank stopped, I get it |
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Yo, whoo this is hot, uh-huh | Yo, whoo this is hot, uh-huh
See what I believe
Yeah, I believe that Bring It All To Me
Needs a remix, uh-huh yeah like this
Kick it Mari, uh
Ive been trying to figure you out for the longest time
Everybody claims they dont know youre name
You appear to be someone Ive danced with before
And now I shall unmask to reveal your game
And I want you to come
1 -
Your man fading in and out
And your man aint doin it right
All you gotta do is say
Baby bring it all to me
2 -
And I want you to come
Dance with me, come and dance with me
Romance with me
Dont be shy
Its a natural high baby
And I want you to come
Dance with me, come and dance with me
Romance with me
Dont be shy
Its a natural high baby
And bring it all to me
The shadows blocking my place move over right now
Dont give me away cause I still wanna know his name, please
I dont care how long it takes just to know him again
I just wanna dance the night away
And I want you to come
3 -
You cant tell me that this joint aint hot
I know how to make your body rock
All you gotta do is say
Baby bring it all to me
Repeat 2
Feel me as I am to you
I just wanna know your name
Why do I feel like a fool?
I might as well not complain
Shorty if you really want it
Then you can get it the way you move
Making me wanna hit it, I admit
Got what you said stuck in my head
And I cant forget it
Waking up hearing
Here go my number girl you can call me
In the middle of the night if you want me
Listing the paper aint no wishing baby
Imma let you ball with me
Just as long as you bring it all to me, come on
Yo, ay yo 1999 stole the spot
Blowin it up, making it hot
This is how its going down
first line runs with Natinas last line
This is how its going down
See us on the yacht or in the drop
Money we making a lot
I bet they wanna know whats next
Yo whats the deal?
Recording the track
50 and Blaque
Yo while we making yall dance
Say baby bring it all to me, come on
Repeat 2
Repeat 2 w/ Natina ad-libs
LA I want ya to dance with me
Atlanta I want ya to dance with me
New York I want ya to dance with me
World wide I want ya to dance with me
LA I want ya to dance with me
Atlanta I want ya to dance with me
New York I want ya to dance with me
World wide baby bring it all to me
Repeat 1 & 3
Uh-huh, yeah |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yall aint ready for this one! Woah! | Yall aint ready for this one! Woah!
Yeah!
You gon like this one!
New 50 Cent!
Omarion! Woah!
We call this one...
What we call this?
Ghetto Superstar!
+ {Omarion}
Now I shouldnt have to tell you, you should know Ima superstar
Now bitch come grab my bags be a part of my entourage
{Baby I want you to be my entourage}
{If you want then we could take this very far}
Omarion! Lets Go!
Lets rock and roll baby, lock and load baby
You think I aint runnin the show run the show, you got to be crazy
I explode on the scene like crack in the 80s
Rather catch a slug, then let a nigga play me
Im the don of New York, bow down to your highness
Or go against the grain and get moved on with llamas
Rappers keep sayin they bringin New York back
I aint go no where, I am New York Jack!
I dont need nobody else around see
Love the way you compliment my style
Though you may end up bein my only girl
Cause when youre with me youre my whole world
Like when its just me and you
Vibe is crazy between us two
Youre my homie my lover and even my friend
Now I said this before Ima say it again
Now here is the situation
I like what weve got happenin
And I dont want nothing comin in between both me and you
Ill let you be lieutenant if you let me be captain
Tell me if thats cool
+ {Omarion}
Now I shouldnt have to tell you, you should know Im a superstar
Now bitch come grab my bags be a part of my entourage
{Baby I want you to be my entourage}
{If you want then we could take this very far}
Youre a star in your own right
At times you steal the whole spotlight
I dont mind girl youre fine put a smile on my face
Besides who want a chick that no dude would chase
Sometimes I know youre unsure
Wonder if this will endure
Dont make me make a promise that I cant keep
Cause its cool how it is lets not complicate things girl
Ima ghetto star, started out with less than nothin
Got a little money now Im on to somethin
You know a special man need a special woman
The type before you call, she already comin
You know the kind to listen when you tellin her somethin
First sign of a problem, she aint runnin
Buy her expensive shit, she dont want it
Sounds like I wouldnt need a prenup dont it? DAMN!
Baby I want you to be my entourage
You could be my personal superstar
Baby I want you to be my entourage
If you want then we could take this very far
Omarion! 50 Cent!
Oh Yeah! T.U.G.!
G-Unit!
Now once I say G-Unit you should know just who we are
Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, we the superstars
I want you to love me, I really do |
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This is living for real | This is it baby
This is life man
This is living for real
Lean back with the AC blowin, cruise
Im the last to laugh, the first to blast
The AR fire so fast ya dead in a flash
This is, more than rap its more than a track
This is Southside branded all across my back
This is the chrome on the Lac, this is paper to stack
This is shortie from ya dreams with the ass so fat
This is better than blow, its better to know
50s that nigga fa sho, fuck with the blow, Slow down
This is the last chance to dance, the last chance for romance
The last, This is the last chance for me to get in your pants
Last chance for us to slide down
Its better than Bentleys its better than Benz
Its better than exotic cars when Im up in it
It feels like Heaven, its better I bet
It feels so good its wetter than wet
That project pussy is oh so good
I better take my ass back to my hood
Theres oh so much Ive been missin, listen
Shortie you know how I do Im comin thru |
write a song like 50 Cent
I stay gangstad up, niggas aint got shit on me | I stay gangstad up, niggas aint got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat in case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, youre blind if you cant see
That, we 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 Bezzle, and a brand new piece
And a level two vest and a brand new piece
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 ya label
Why your guns in the house like a couch potato
I stay gangstad up, niggas aint got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat in case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, youre blind if you cant see
That, we run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody
These hoes want me stop, but this is the worst part
I was born with this game like birth marks
I dont trip, but Ima 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
Green, blue Ben lovin every diamond I get
Fast and fury in the Red Rove cause my bred folds
Beef, I hit your necklace turn your jewelry into red gold
I stay gangstad up, niggas aint got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat in case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, youre blind if you cant see
That, we 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
Yo 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 dun turned them dogs into dope fiends
They 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
And I stay wit my gat in case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, youre blind if you cant see
That, we run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody |
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Now this rap shit has been good to me | Uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh
Now this rap shit has been good to me
It pays my bills, keeps me in jewelry
Sometimes its conflicts cause theres usually
A nigga trying to get back where he used to be
Now I got to go and get disrespectful
All cause niggas aint recognizing that Im the one
Knowing if I see em and hop out they gon run clear
gets, visualizing the outcome
Multiple lead showers
Dozens of pretty flowers
Memories, tears, screams and hollas for hours
Ya bird brain shouldve stayed in college
Now ya in a war zone where niggas die over dollars
Now what you get? Nothing but a moment of silence
And old ladies screaming stop the violence
Here we go, another typical video
Niggas screaming out a city that knows hes a hoe
Really though, take a look at you then look at me
Im a G and you a Y-S-S-U-P
Or P-U-S-S-Y, it dont matter
How ya flip it, rearrange or move it
Niggas die over music
Its simple aint it?
The Ds trying to find out if its gang related
Im riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We cant be faded
Its simple aint it?
The Ds trying to find out if its gang related
Im riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We cant be faded
Its simple aint it?
Heres a little story I would like to tell
About a certain individual perpetrating like hell
Well, you seen him round imitating legends
Tough as hell on his records
But terrified of my presence
Its ticking cause his career only last a couple seconds
Begging for attention dropping a name in every sentence
A little slim punk from the other side of the water
Is the target intended for the slaughter
So call ya lawyer, I get up on ya
Ya enemies are rich
Man think about it, you cant even control yo bitch
These industry fucks dont want no drama
Nigga respect me like a old timer
Like Osama, Ima
Keep my composure fore I burn that nigga
Radio rapper Howard Stern ass nigga
And Ima be on top of you with or with no hit
Cause Im so slick
Ask them niggas ya roll with, yeah
Its simple aint it?
The Ds trying to find out if its gang related
Im riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We cant be faded
Its simple aint it?
The Ds trying to find out if its gang related
Im riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We cant be faded
Its simple aint it? |
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I wish I had time to get to know you but I dont | I wish I had time to get to know you but I dont
I wish I could be here in the mornin but I wont
So lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
So lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
I bet to you it might may feel like Im in a rush
Give it to you how you want it til you feel youve had enough
Bottles of champagne will have us all in this position
A grown ass man now I need an intervention
We could make tonight the night baby if you just listen
Start it out slow yeah then we could get to kissin
Cause all I need is, just a touch of your love, a little bit
The spotlight on us aint bright enough baby
Thinkin about you is drivin me crazy
I want cut girl, I wanna tap that, im so blunt, upfront, I gots to have that
You got, you got my losin my mind, so why wait, baby why waste time? haha!
I do what I gotta do to get it, I admit it
The way your movin makin me lose it, lets get to it
So take my hand dont fight that feelin
Its alright to roll with me we just chillin
Your wildest dreams is bout to leave the buildin
Dont you wanna roll with me? Cause I
I wish I had time to get to know you but I dont
I wish I could be here in the mornin but I wont
So lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
So lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
HEYYYYY!!!! OH!!!!
Hey, girl, Im pickin you lets go
You gotta be the baddest in the club so on that note
Tell your friends, Ill see you tomorrow
And tell them that young Lloyd done taught you the backstroke
Now wait a minute, theres somethin you must know
Im a blow it out but in the mornin you must go
Cause as bad as you are, fine as you are!!!
I cant make you my girl!!!!
So take my hand dont fight that feelin
Its alright to roll with me we just chillin
Your wildest dreams is bout to leave the buildin
Dont you wanna roll with me? Cause I
I wish I had time to get to know you but I dont
I wish I could be here in the mornin but I wont
So lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
So lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
HEYYYYY!!!! OH!!!!
Hey! Hey! I said lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
Lets get it in, lets get it in
Lets get it in, lets get it in
I wish I had time to get to know you but I dont
I wish I could be here in the mornin but I wont
So lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
So lets get it innnnnnnnnnn!!!! Girl!!!!
HEYYYYY!!!! OH!!!!
Yeah, so whats up baby? What you tryin to do?
I mean, take a chance for once in your life
You gotta do new things to get new results baby
Yeah, Zone 4, Young Lloyd, 50 Cent, lets go
Yeah!!! GET TO THE MONEY!!!! |
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Make Me Remember You | O.N.I.F.C. drops August 28th
O.N.I.F.C
Make Me Remember You
My Life
Syppin On The Curv
Work Hard, Play Hard
Mean Girls
Sub Bass
Roll One Up
Taylor Planes
Get The Paper
Extreme
The Future Is Ours
Through The Fall
Rich Kids
One Night
Hangover |
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Sean “Diddy” Combs rose to mainstream fame in the late 1990s rapping about his desire for Benjamins, otherwise known as $100 bills. A decade and a half later, he might need to consider some larger denominations—McKinleys, Clevelands and Madisons, perhaps—to express his wealth. | Sean “Diddy” Combs rose to mainstream fame in the late 1990s rapping about his desire for Benjamins, otherwise known as $100 bills. A decade and a half later, he might need to consider some larger denominations—McKinleys, Clevelands and Madisons, perhaps—to express his wealth.
Diddy ranks No. 1 on this year’s Forbes Five, our list of hip-hop’s wealthiest artists, with an estimated net worth of $580 million. The bulk of the Bad Boy Records founder’s wealth comes from non-musical ventures, namely his deal with Diageo’s Ciroc. The agreement entitles him to eight-figure annual payouts and a nine-figure windfall if the brand is ever sold—and Ciroc’s value has never been higher.
“It is one of the fastest-growing brands within vodka,” says Jack Russo, an equity analyst at Edward Jones & Co. “Consumers are feeling a little bit better about their situation, and with that, they’re willing to spend more on premium products.”
The No. 2 spot goes to Shawn “Jay-Z” Carter, with a net worth of $475 million. He’s still rolling in cash from megadeals like his $204 million Rocawear sale in 2007 and his $150 million pact with Live Nation the following year. He continues to hold stakes in Roc Nation, Carol’s Daughter, the Brooklyn Nets—and, more significantly, the Barclays Center itself—while adding new partnerships with the likes of Duracell, Budweiser and Bacardi’s D’ussé Cognac.
Andre “Dr. Dre” Young ranks third with $350 million, thanks mostly to his Beats by Dr. Dre headphones. A year after selling 51% of the company to handset maker HTC for $300 million in August 2011, Dre and his partners bought back half of the half they sold in 2012—and their investment continues to soar in value due to Beats’ whopping 65% market share of the premium headphone market.
Bryan “Birdman” Williams owns the No. 4 spot, riding his Cash Money/Young Money empire to a fortune of $150 million. His roster includes Drake, Nicki Minaj and Lil Wayne . Birdman also recently launched a YMCMB clothing line and a spirit called GT Vodka.
“We have to build different brands,” he told FORBES last month. “That’s what it’s all about.”
Rounding out the list is Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson at $125 million. He’s another master of brand building: The bulk of his fortune came from heavy sales of his music, merchandise, video games and books in the wake of his smash debut Get Rich or Die Tryin’—and particularly from his payout for the sale of his stake in VitaminWater parent Glacéau to Coca-Cola in 2007.
Now he’s trying to replicate that feat with companies like SMS Audio, his answer to Dr. Dre’s Beats, and SK Energy, which has its sights set on category leader 5-Hour Energy. When informed that his net worth would be estimated at a little over $100 million this year, 50 Cent said simply, “That’s cool.” After being asked to elaborate, though, he changed his tune slightly.
“Oh, you want me to tell you an exact number?” he said with a grin. “I’ve got way more.”
If his new ventures continue to grow, 50 Cent’s number on this list should begin to reflect that belief as soon as next year.
As for Diddy, he may need to stick to Benjamins after all. According to a recent tally, there were only 165,372 $1,000 bills still in use—not even enough to cover one-third of Diddy’s fortune. |
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The top feel so much better than the bottom | Ohh!
This
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
Nigga, yous a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, yous a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin at shit you cant buy
Nigga, yous a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Nigga, yous a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
If a chicken out off pocket, I’ll fix to right her
Can only be Ma$e in the Russian white fur
Red monkey, the magic, tuck my ratchet
And when we do snatch it, we bound to catch it.
Plenty of ‘em Detroit girls love my flavor
Be more VA, girls they neighbors
I be out in Jakefield, something to Cater
You wanna come to Bougie, broads, you all need paper
But, oh, I’m an MC, oh, they how they miss me?
Skrrt off in Bentley, riims all crispy
But I’ll be a canary, cause I really don’t like white
But if I do, play me wrong, it’ll be all night-night
Nigga, yous a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, yous a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin at shit you cant buy
Nigga, yous a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Nigga, yous a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
Im on the grind, let my paper stack but Im filthy
Its funny how niggas get to screw-facin at me
Anyhow they aint got the heart to get at me
Ill get down, Southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise through nobody hood without my gun
They know the kid aint gon fall for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, Ima let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game, who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper dont stack right
But when I come around yall niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump
Nigga, when we rollin, rollin, rollin
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga, when we rollin, rollin, rollin
Nigga, yous a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, yous a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin at shit you cant buy
Nigga, yous a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Nigga, yous a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
Tell her, Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang.
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane
Listen mane, shit changed, I came up, Im doin my thang
Homie, Im holdin, holdin, holdin
Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin you
Before somethin get stolen, stolen, stolen
Nigga, yous a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, yous a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin at shit you cant buy
Nigga, yous a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Nigga, yous a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Everybody put your hands in the air, everybody put your hands in the air
Everybody say 50 Cent, everybody say 50 Cent
Window shopper, window shopper
Youll scream! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Go head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! | Go head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin its a game! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {SHADYVILLE!}
Nigga go head act tough! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Ill pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go head call the cops! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {WHAT?}
Call me crazy! - Cause Ill show a nigga no mercy
Every other day I hear niggas tryna murc me
But its all hood! - My nigga its all good!
Stay with a Gat! - Teflon on my back!
Niggas know my style so they ease up off me
Now .40 Cali POP! I aint killn em softly!
Now Tanya havin baby after baby she locked up
And they all layin round he on the L and he locked up. {HAHA!}
Niggas go nuts in the club when I pop up
Cause everytime Im around a nigga get chopped up. {CMON!}
My niggas look for nigga with they wrist all rocked up
And they gon come up out that shit and get popped up
Go head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin its a game! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Nigga go head act tough! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Ill pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect {LLOYD BANK$!} - OR GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go head call the cops! {MO MONEY... !} - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {IN THE BANK!}
Goddamn for what you aint gotta convince
You just sold 6 million records you aint gotta do this. {Whoooo!}
I got a new toy thatll burn a hater
And put a red dot in his eye like the fuckin Terminator. {OOOH!}
Now they boys all grown
I give nicknames to my bitches and my guns like Go-Run and Jawbone
Im next in line the future of this rap shit
When I go, theyll be 100 shooters at my casket. {DAMN!}
Ready to go and put the Rugers to the basket
I pass thru these street niggas that use to get they ass kicked
Man, what kind of beef do they want?
Lil kidsll find ya body in the grass at the Easter Egg Hunt. {Whoooooooooo!}
Every bid up out the rose comin outta the ziplock
For round niggas that dont give a fuck about Hip-Hop!
You can count me in if its fast cash
Nigga Im bout my money! - Im flyin to Japan with a gas mask! {DAMN!}
Go head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin its a game - AND GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Nigga go head act tough! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Ill pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go head call the cops! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {GET BACK!}
My bullets go thru Teflon, open up ya chest bone nigga
We shootin at anybody even the wrong niggas. {Whoooooooo!}
I pop these Glocks knockin these cops on they back
It was only a traffic stop but I went for my strap. {YOUNG BUCK!}
He shot once, I let off mine first
Nothins worse than ya momma see you ridin in a Hersse
This 12 Gaugell knock a coward off his converse,
Have you wobblin and weepin screamin: Help me Lord, Im hurt!
Bank$ bought me an AK for my birthday
Like the Burger King commercial, You can have it your way!
Dirty South til Im dead but I love the East
So you would think Im from Queens till you look at my teeth.
And I got sumthin in my jeans thatll clear off the streets,
Shoot once and blow ya back out thru ya backseat
I signed with 50 just because a nigga love beef
May the best man win cause when I seem him we gon eat. {WHAT?} - BLAT!
Go head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin its a game! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {G-UNIT...}
Nigga go head act tough! {CANT WE STOP!} - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Ill pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Now when you see me in the club | Queens!!!!
T-T-T-T Todd Smith!! LL!!
Now when you see me in the club
You ballin out doin it up
The champagne wont buss
You wanna do it like us
Now mama after my show, come on and lets roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low
You better check your broad her nips get hard when they play this
Just like a can of peaches in her draws whan I say this
I got the recipe Ill leave your bird marinatin
Now you want beef cause her onion just keep shakin
My six pack alone cause grief, cats hatin
But Im still in the Oldsmobile sittin on Daytons
Still keep the fiber optic trunk vibratin
Packed in the club like sardines the youg things is faintin
Fillin the dancefloor like a carpenter
Thats why I keep greener thumbs than a gardener
Serious with my pimpin Im a monster bruh
When I spit they kneel down like larsengers
Now mama after my show you wanna guzzle twurve oh in the Range Rove
Skins is like rims you gotta spin em on the low hit the big bumps slow
And most of the time they aint worth the dough
Now when you see me in the club
You ballin out doin it up
The champagne wont buss
You wanna do it like us
Now mama after my show, come on and lets roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low
Hey! You love it when it sounds like this
Thats why the club crowded better find you a bitch
She heard my name and she shouted this is me and my fifth
And we both bout it bout it in a brand new six, with a smoke cloud around it
Near the square anywhere, no sneakers on the rug
And my system knockin, like the speakers in the club
Look ma, drop the lame and spend a weekend with a thug
Ill have you back at the cuzzi geekin of the bud
When I come through I come through sparklin
Six car garage in you in the apartment, and starvin
I walk and talk, like I was raised around macks
New York native, theres a razor in the hat
Smooth as Fillmore Slim with gators on the track
I hit em, quit em, and dish em off like that
Im a bring her all of the jewelry cause I dont play the back
And give less to spray now or later on the lac
Now when you see me in the club
You ballin out doin it up
The champagne wont buss
You wanna do it like us
Now mama after my show, come on and lets roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low
Man Im poppin my collar, if you drop that ass
And Im droppin them dollars, you hopin on that cash
Im on that catwalk shorty make that ass drop
Bottom like a apple wont you come sit on my laptop
You know you love it mama wont you make that ass pop
The Unit drop hot shit Welcome To Jamrock
Man you know my cash hot I got a stash box
Bar hog legal money no need to pass rocks
Turn it up and then bump it in yo hood
You see me with yo bitch then Im up to no good
You wanna come to the team you knowin that you should
Cause we hangin up them placks and you hangin up yo wood
My roof stay on whenever I cruise up in that two door Bent
With a chick and we Couped up
Now get ya money up homey you a loser
Sittin on them eighteens nigga pull yo shoes up
Now when you see me in the club
You ballin out doin it up
The champagne wont buss
You wanna do it like us
Now mama after my show, come on and lets roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low
You can bump this, you can bump this, you can bump this, you can bump this |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yo Fif, I got this letter from this girl | Aiyyo Fif
Yo Fif, I got this letter from this girl
Finna write her back man
Im a tell you what I told her though
Listen...
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know Im a star in jail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, I aint have sex in a while
Im in jail with my niggas; beatin off to your pictures
You only writin letters cause Im headed towards the riches
And Im only writin letters cause your head game vicious
Whats todays date, and todays time?
Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme
Im about to lock it so Im a write this letter
Was your day okay? Is your mother better?
Im a put this bid in, cause summertime is comin
And when it start gettin hot, also tired of cummin
Im in dorm two lower ma, heres my address
Send my G-Unit and my mailin package
Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you
But can your friend Kim be my mule boo?
Give me some days, Im a write you back
Send that new don diva a quarter a pack
And when you come to my visit, dont wear no drawers
Its your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours
Goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know Im a star in jail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate
To Oster County and then shock upstate
But anyway ma I be home in January
til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary
And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut
From his ear to his chin got his ass ripped up
I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten
I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em
Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow
Baby Im waitin on your mail, here come the C.O
Ma its Tony Yayo, girl Im bound to blow
I cant wait to come home and perform a show
Get some ice from Jacobs, so my neck can glow
Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro
Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact c-low
Dear groupie lights out, girl its time to go
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know Im a star in jail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail |
write a song like 50 Cent
Everyone wants to be a part of something big, important | Everyone wants to be a part of something big, important
But to get there you need to prove yourself
No-ones gonna hand it to you
You have to take it and make it your own
Now there was a time
When I you loved me so
See, I been a bad bad bad bad man
That cant wait till you see
So how you like me now?
Too small, too slow
Two words; it doesnt matter
Once your chosen, youre in
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
How you like me nowwww?
Time to step up, stand out
Or get lost in the shuffle
Tell em Fifty!
Fifty
Im in the track of the draft man
Russell Wilson
I love the number one picks
But Imma underdog
Prolly like me better when Im down, but Im up
Im on my A-game, about to go nuts
The underdog, I stay on top
Everything I touch turn to gold now watch
Hard work, focus, dedication, practice
Disciplin
I hope you listenin
My recipe for success
Im the best
Imma the ball
Haters cant believe it, Im all
Wassup!
How you like me now?
He-he!
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
Someday youll be on top
Someday youll be a national name
The path for that someday
Starts today
It doesnt matter if you the first pick
The seventy-fifth pick
Or the last pick
This is your moment to shine
Its time!
I made it!
Today is a new day!
I love you ma
Welcome to the show!
The draft is on! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Som for the hood, ya know, yeah | Som for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin crazy, little som som
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is gon die, why ask why?
Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz
I put that on my kid, I dont forget I heard you
Bullet shell in ya wig, hollow tip from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live, you live by Nori crib
You talkin all that shit, nigga you better move your kids
Sucka tell Tony, dont you fuck me you little monkey
Irv, whatchu talkin jackass, you fuckin little donkey
You lied to Suge, then you lied to Prince
You got em thinkin I wont pop niggas and elephants
I spoke to Scarface, I spoke to Bun B
They gave me their blessings, they said: man get your money, man we aint call you snitch, man we aint mad you rich, man keep on makin hits, and fuck that other shit
Could it be that you mad? jealous a nigga holding?
G-Unit Records, Radio, G-Unit clothing
G-Unit films, G-Unit books
G-Unit sneakers, Im off the hook
G-Unit man, G-Unit video games, G-Unit everything man
When, every magazine stand you walk by youre gonna see me
Every time you turn on your TV, youre see me
The award show, youre gonna see me
You know, Im gonna pick up everything they give to a new guy:
Best New Artist, Best New Single, Best New Album, you know
You know what I mean, and you can just keep on making your little punk music
La-la-la-la, your McDonalds commericals
McDonalds apple pie, love the way you make me feel
Number two, super size, love the way you make me feel
M.I.K., 50 Cent, Murda Inc Killa
I heard about your show too, your show aint nothin but good karaoke chump
Yeah man, but if you wanna learn how to do that you should come check me out you know, The Rock the Mic Tour, 50 Cent, Jay Z
Thats what everybody talkin bout in the street, you know what I mean
Ashanti, whats the matter baby? You lookin like you strugglin out there baby
They aint feelin you no more? ha-ha-ha
They aint feelin you no more baby?
Aye, you should do another condom commercial, I put the condom on- |
write a song like 50 Cent
I’m in the club tryna get me some hoes | I’m in the club tryna get me some hoes
Or, I’m on the grind tryna get me some dough
I hustle hard, niggas already know
I do what I gotta do and proceed to keep it moving
Holla at me if you’re ready to roll
I aint gotta tell you I want you, you already know
I keep my eye on you, while you out on the floor
Girl, you turn me on, watching you move to the music
I’mma flash the cash you know I’ma get it
You wanna give me the ass, you know I’m with it
The flows so sick the way I spit it
The say its prolific, lets be specific
Can I kick it, yes I can
You rocking with fifty fifty and Timbaland
We are not the same nigga now understand
I do what I want boy, you do what you can
Everythings going according to plan, no more
Con-sign-ment, no more hand to hand
My new hustle bring millions in
Damn what a difference between now and then
Ha ha, you see it, you really believe it
When I done came up, and I aint changed up
I’m in the house with the toaster yo
Things are going how they supposed to go
This is what you been missing
I’m back in position, I listen
Theres nobody better, you know I go hard for the cheddar
The drama I bring it, way, way better than I sing it
Gotta put in work to ring the bells, my name ringing
It’s murder on the dancefloor when my songs on
My competition just sit on the type of shit I’m on
We keep it going, til it, til it, til it break of dawn
I aint the one that you should be fronting or faking on
Stunt if you want, my niggas will have your Jacob on
I’m so ghetto, they say I’m so gutta
I don’t dance, I be in the cut like “what up”
You know my style, know me, everywhere I go
I aint gotta say a word man, they already know
I’m a no-nonsense nigga that flow
Annoying conversation if it aint about dough
But if you tryna get it, I’m with it
I’m all in? for sho |
write a song like 50 Cent
50 Cent... GgGgG G Unit | Yeah... Shady
Haha
50 Cent... GgGgG G Unit
Haha
Yeah Uh huh
Does it make you mad when I switch my flow
You cant understand how I get my dough
50 Cent Im on fire cause Shady said so... Im On Fire
Everybodys in a rush to try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone
Aint trying to use nobody as a steppin stone
But dont compare me Im better off just left alone
And I aint even tryin to go there with record sales
Im just tryin to keep it humble and respect myself
Say what up keep steppin and just rep D12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons‚ jail
And livin wreckless‚ but if you would check my belt
You may see something else I use to protect myself
A vest to stop a ruger and deflect the shells and
Send em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And I dont even carry guns no more I dont got to
Got under cover cops thatll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people crossed the line
But this motherfucker Ja mustve lost his mind
That X has got him thinkin he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac now his tryin to be him next
So which one are you X Luther Pac or Michael?
Just keep singing the same song recycled
Wed all much rather get along than fight you
Me and Hailey dance to your songs we like you
And you dont really want to step inside no mic booth
Come on now you know the white boy will bite you
Ill hurt your pride dog and you know I dont like to
But I will if I have to
With syllable after syllable ill just slap ya
Killin you faster
Than you poppin pill after little pill of them tabs of
That shit you on but if you want it you got it
Youd bump this shit too if we didnt diss you on it
But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants ta
So whats the deal where was all of the tough talk
When I walked up to ya like Ja what up dog
How come you didnt say you had a problem then
When you was standin there with all you men
We couldve solved it then Im a grown man dogg come holla
All you did was slap hands smile and swallow
Another one of them lil x pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you want to be
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
You couldnt slug me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot my bars would melt you
Ja‚ you Stuart Little, shells will lift you
Every other week Im buyin a new pistol
I clap at yo ass with this chrome 38
And put 6 through your hats a 7 and 3/8s
Irv you aint Suge Knight, you Shook Knight
I put my knife in ya wind pipe
Then freeze on this turn pike
You know and I know who took ya chain
You got robbed two times so your ass is lame
Im down to die for this shit all I need is bail
You better stick to the movies with Steven Segal
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
Yo fuck that Im tired of waiting
These industry niggas starting to get out of hand
Like I wont find your whereabouts by stomping em out your man
We killin New York even in Compton they understand
Im on the block where you was raised‚ blowin chocolate up out the van and
They see me pop up more icy because I could
You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood, good
Least when your paranoid its hard to make a song
How you want it with us and half of your artists got makeup on
Every magazine I open you on your knees takin prayer pictures
And you aint even get shot yet you scared bitches
You dont know nothin bout what pain is sucker
I put your ass in the ground like a train conductor motherfucker
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
Yeah nigga
Shady Aftermath
G Unit
Fuck you think they call us G Unit for?
Cause we move units
Uh huh
And dont think we aint billin you for this motherfuckin studio time
Matter fact keep em on 50
We call it even. Ha |
write a song like 50 Cent
Imagine I was broke right now | Imagine I was broke right now
Saying damn, where my friends go
Catburglar style, Im coming through your window
Bitch Im so focused, nigga Im so focused
Slim chance Ima go back to killing roaches
Be quiet, you can hear the rats in the wall
Make you want to pump crack til you stack racks
The dope bring the dough in, shawn sister, she hoeing
Like Brenda with her baby, she six months, she showing
For 50 should suck that, for a buck you could fuck that
And you thinking she nasty, but niggas is nasty
Dice game shake em up, praying for a six
The wolves out there hungry, they looking for a lick
Sun down to sun up, they looking for a come up
10-30 in progress right in your projects
They boosting, you like Gucci, they got it
Spot it, and every other high end product
I put you on, my mans man, got a credit card scam
Come through later, Ima plug you in fam
Niggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator
Now Im pissed cause Im starting to smell like piss, player
My little man get bread, I tell you what he doing
He bag up for days till cocaine in his urine
His momma got bills he avoiding the eviction
He play lookout and warn niggas when the dicks coming
You can say Im ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
You can say Im ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
You can say Im ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
You can say Im ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
Mikey put his foot to a bitch ass on some pimp shit
10 hoes, 10 gs a night, niggas getting rich
Any nigga get out of line, I got em
Southside across my back, Im from the bottom
All a nigga need is a block and a connect
And a box of 9mms to load in the tech
The beef all gravy, a nigga half crazy
You pull it, better bang it, cause niggas will bring it
That kush moving faster than crack, nigga its burning
Now move a couple pounds of that, now youre earning
Stack paper on every flip, get the whip
Then get a new bitch and forget the one you with
She said she could do bad all by her damn self
Nigga, let her do bad all by her damn self
A bitchll tell when the pigs come
Wont even try to make bail when the pigs come
Just let her do her own thing |
write a song like 50 Cent
We gon do this last one, then Im out | Yo Im tired, son
We gon do this last one, then Im out
Its a natural progression, first you cut a nigga
Then you gun-butt a nigga, then you pull the trigger
Put that work in, put that work in
Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again
You know my aunt killed my dog and never said sorry
Niggas broke in my crib and they stole my Atari
Man, niggas couldve asked, I wouldve let em hold a cartridge
I wasnt fucking with nobody, see how niggas start shit
Instead selling crack I couldve been Tiger Woods
But they aint got no fucking golf courses in the hood
I said Im selling dope, I dont regret shit
Im selling dope, nigga, that good shit
I was supposed to be an A student, a valedictorian
Instead Im in special ED trying to fuck, Im horny
They didnt like my style, they said they didnt like my style
Them same bitches want me now
In came the cash, out with the cocaine
Virgin Mary medallion hanging off my rope chain
Four finger ring, nigga doing his thing
You get a couple bitches after you get the bling
Its a natural progression, first you cut a nigga
Then you gun-butt a nigga, then you pull the trigger
Put that work in, put that work in
Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again
Cant read notes but I plaaaaay anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear.
What the fuck?
What the, who the fuck
Who would put this on the beat, man?
Thats it, man
This shit is stupid, man
Im glad this is the last one because
Fuck that man, Im out man
What time is it?
Its like fucking 4 oclock in the morning, son
Tuu, for a mixtape, Im going home, man
Man fuck that, Im out
This is, they can, this is good enough
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! {gunshot} |
write a song like 50 Cent
Uh! Circle the crib cause they follow ya | Uh! Circle the crib cause they follow ya
Jealousys startin to show like the ribs in Somalia
Cover ya tracks or the pigs will swallow ya
And make it easier being a part of ya
Im a survivor! Even with the .9!
The baseball bat, switchblade or screwdriver
The Llam got a kick like Rowdy Rowdy Piper
I put ya brain all over ya windshield wiper
Nigga go practice, the flow is ferocious
Million dollar face and its all over posters!
We living great so we hit the shows and roasters
Them niggas hate so we hit the show with toasters
Project bitches! Those is holsters
We aint off point cause hoes approach us
Slip up and Im a steamroll you roaches
I roll with the vultures they eager to pop ya
I give you a reason to believe in ya doctor!
Fuck a Bentley! I got a key to the chopper
With zoom in vision. Its easy to spot ya!
And yeah, I went Platinum off my first L.P!
But its all off one record so Im gon do three
Theres only so long Im gon take the hate
Before I DDT ya ass like Jake the Snake
Nigga rather see a thug dead, cause I love bread!
The Uzill have you flyin like Spud Webb
Im something like the rap-ravishing Rick
Im that slick! Thats why all these niggas on my dick!
reach and respond to them
But Im like nope! You just mad because you broke
You wont be satisfied til I get you in the yoke
And I keep squeezing, til you slipping in a stroke
Then Im Dipping in a boat and every bar I wrote
Sent chills through ya veins like Im dipping in the coke
I ride the track harder than Pippen when you broke
I lean on the beat like a fiend on dope
The boy been hot before Hammer went broke
Tyson was bittin and Rakim had the rope
Im chilling while you act hard
Sipping on lemonade that the maid made from the tree in the backyard!
I got my own sneaker, dick! I dont wear those!
The entrepren-nigga wont put on their clothes
The industrys filled with a bunch of fuckin weirdos
Actin like they dont want diamonds in their earlobe
So what hood you grew up in?
Cause comin where Im from, motherfuckas want something!
My eyes all poky and red, cause me and Buck like Smoky and Craig
You learn something if you open up ya head
I dont party unless they pay me
You want me to perform thats an extra 80
You almost on your last meal
So I got three words for you, Straight Outta Ca$hville! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Man, I had a nightmare last night and woke up me | Man, I had a nightmare last night and woke up me
Before I wrote my first verse and my first CD
Had the same .38, same old .9
With the scratches on the side, nigga used three times
Lane through your projects, bitch, lets ride
Oh, you don’t wanna get in? Then whats up with your friends?
I got the count to keep em speeding
The dope to keep ’em leaning
They sniff it, yeah, they shoot it, man
They call me when theyre fiending
I got what they want, yeah, I got what they like
That beige, boy, that brown, boy, and that china white
That mean bud, that green bud, that purple in the sack
That fish scale, that pretty girl, thats how my money stack
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air em out
You pussy niggas know what Im about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air em out
You pussy niggas know what Im about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
Ayo, respect is the cornerstone of power on the corner
The biggest drought of NY, the planes hit the towers
When the Latin blew the shit up, the coke price went up
For 35 a gram how the fuck am I gon blow out?
I’ll take three and a half grams, sold that for seven
Seven to fourteen,
I was born in Brookdale, raised in the Southside
Had to get a cold rush when them fiends was outside
Low in the hoop ride, ducking the task force
I catch another one and my ass is up North
Scarface, I wanna be, I wanna be Pablo
Bought my own jail, make it look like a condo
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air ’em out
You pussy niggas know what Im about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
I turn your family to zombies, your daddy, your mommies
Hit off the goons, let ’em move it out the lobby
Man, a nigga stunting on me, he better be Miyagi
Or Jackie Chan, man, Ill fuck around and catch a body
Man, that hardll turn a Diesel nigga skinny
They x em, nigga, FEMA house of Diddy, show titty in your city
Give me a .9, a hoe, and I can tempt you
Give me some time, and look, marijuana, I’ll make a hit
Bitch, my team about paper, my Beamer outcage ya
I daydream green, thats the gene of my nature
Im a genius, why hate ya?
For sure Ill make the best show
I can have your BM cooking up with her chest out
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air em out
You pussy niggas know what Im about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air em out
You pussy niggas know what Im about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life | Next and 50
Next and 50
Next and 50
Next and 50
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life
Playboy November issue page three was my wife
I aint never had a problem with going for dough
I did a Jordan in the box I grew it myself
I go up and down like a merry go round
Visions of some...splash
I touch on myself when aint no shorties to touch me
After this joint half the hood gon want to fuck me
I can imagine youre here
In your Vicky panties and brassier yeah
Its like your sexy moans I hear
Got a player gettin wet down there, I swear
I close my eyes and when you appear
Me on top you on top even from the rear yeah
Call in sick to work
Cant get worse, damn Im a jerk
1 -
Im all alone and Im trippin my girl
I keep on missin
Got me fiendin for the kitten
I call but she dont listen
I make the decision to handle my own business
Back and forth with the rhythm
Till I make the jizm
Im a jerk
I e-mailed you, tried the cell too
Tried to contact you
But I failed too
Pants swelled too
What should I do?
Touch myself?
When I thought about you
Yo, yo at the end of the road
Home sick than being sick of home
Id rather have a short to help me
Then do it on my own
Check me out Id rather beat my own dick than trick
Thats a quote from BIG I take it back ya dig?
I play the block to get my work off
Ds come I murk off
Do a bid for rape fuck that Id rather jerk off
Listen times money so Im only into quickies
Im not a pretty boy so I aint never been picky
I make it real easy for you to bop to this
Man I pop the Cris and I rock the wrist
New CL 500 Imma cop this shit
It only come hard top so Imma chop this shit
Ballers they dont chase chicks they chase chips
Champagne you take sips they guzzle the shit
Only a selected few can rock to this
Kaygee, 50 Cent, Next, ya stoppin this?
Repeat 1
Loving me like me
Especially when wife be acting funny
Cause it dont need for no money
And it can be so lovely
Take your hand and aim to please
Dont drip a drip on your Dungarees
Take a towel and cover your jeans
Move it back and forth till you see babies
Repeat 1
Im a jerk, if your a jerk
How do it work?
Show me how you move it back and forth now baby
For the guys and the girls
Move it all around now work, oh yeah |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yo, nigga say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that | Uh-huh Uh-huh
51
Real shit nigga
Yo, nigga say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that
Niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that
If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bullshit Im on right now nigga, Ive been on it
If I dont eat, nobody eat, cold in the street
No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin with heat
Yall know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you aint rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, Ill fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab in the pie
He who steals from the hands that feed em, deserve to die
Yo, nigga say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that
Niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that
If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
You gettin money nigga? , you thugged out?
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
You bust your gun nigga? , you on the run nigga?
You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga?
Yo, I aint the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rollie
After being on the street, less than a week
Look, niggas who know me, know Im up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the milly
A slugll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didnt need her
If it wasnt for my seed, I wouldnt even have to see her
She tried to front like she dont need me, she miss me, believe me
Its that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
Yo, nigga say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that
Niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that
If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
Aight, now yall niggas tryin to do too much
Them little bit of chips you got son,
I seen you with your whip outside son
You spent your last on that
Rap niggas stay actin like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it aint a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap niggas die in they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind
Nigga yours a 92, mines a 99
Youre not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shall I proceed, Ill write it down so you can read
If youve been listening, I know you like loving what I said
If not you dumb fuck, I just went over your head
Yo, nigga say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that
Niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that
If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yo, the Ferarri man and the O | Yo, the Ferarri man and the O
History in the making right here, we had to it
50+O, Ima keep it five hunnid
They say I done changed when I got the change
They say I was frontin, I dont owe nobody nothin
I always kept it real, I always kept it a hunnid
But I know the name
I remember days when stomach hurtin the pain
I promised to myself that I never need again
Always kept it real, always it 100
But now its 50+O, Ima keep it five hunnid
What up?
50+O equal, equal five hunnid
50+O equal, equal five hunnid
What up?
50+O yeah, equal five hunnid
50+O, Ima keep it five hunnid
We different pedigrees we come from different blocks
You know I dont fuck with you but you cool with my opps
Nigga aint nothing like me be the same
I can get to snitching on on your whole damn gang gang gang gang gang gang
From the get go, Ima a trip
Nigga I be on some shit
Put that paper, gold case, where I go you know
I aint out here fuckin round
Niggas know how I get down
When they supposed to blow, these gunshots blow for sure
We dont see no evil, hear no evil where I be
Did I hit that boy in broadday, we aint seen a thing
Shit Im kicking is a fact
Get em up, get the strap, get em back, fuck that
They say I done changed when I got the change
They say I was frontin, I dont owe nobody nothin
I always kept it real, I always kept it a hunnid
But I know the name
I remember days when stomach hurtin the pain
I promised to myself that I never need again
Always kept it real, always it 100
But now its 50+O, Ima keep it five hunnid
What up?
50+O equal, equal five hunnid
50+O equal, equal five hunnid
What up?
50+O yeah, equal five hunnid
50+O, Ima keep it five hunnid
What up?
Rose through the cracks
Like a rose through the cracks
So my rose a little cracked
So I flew a bit off track
But my train of thought intact
Brain dont ever take a nap
500 stacks, got a whole lotta dat, dat, dat
Trying to make a killing
Niggas dying from too much killing
50 say the best, we forgettin
Many men wish death when youre winning
I say the rest is
Fiddy plus O a different villain
I get paid to make it realer
All the way from A to Gorilla
For the kids in the project
I got some projects Im building
I got some scars but Im healing
Got some scars but Im wishing
Got some rocks that Im dealing
Im a rockstar with a different living
Fiddy plus O, fuck with it
Keep
They say I done changed when I got the change
They say I was frontin, I dont owe nobody nothin
I always kept it real, I always kept it a hunnid
But I know the name
I remember days when stomach hurtin the pain
I promised to myself that I never need again
Always kept it real, always it 100
But now its 50+O, Ima keep it five hunnid
What up?
50+O equal, equal five hunnid
50+O equal, equal five hunnid
What up?
50+O yeah, equal five hunnid
50+O, Ima keep it five hunnid
What up?
If you just run from somebody face, a lot of people aint gon be able to take that over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. They just not gon want that. Run up to a motherfucker face, the you aint gotta worry about that no more
Nigga aint nothing like me be the same
I can get to snitching on on your whole damn gang gang gang gang gang gang
Got a whole lotta dat, dat, dat
Trying to make a killing
I got some scars but Im healing
Fiddy plus O a different villain
Fiddy plus O, fuck with it
50+O equal, equal five hunnid
50+O equal, equal five hunnid
What up?
50+O yeah, equal five hunnid
50+O, Ima keep it five hunnid
What up? |
write a song like 50 Cent
I get the coke, Im the dopeman | Im riding, I’m locin
I get the coke, Im the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
Cause a nigga holdin
I’m riding, I’m locin
I get the coke, I’m the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
Cause a nigga holdin
Stick your hand out, Ill cut it off
Based on my last year’s income Im a boss
I made up for what I lost
Cross my heart, I never lie
Oh God, dont let me down
Fuck security guards, look what they did to T.I
bras, nigga, cause if I wasnt fly
She would let a nigga wet me up and hang me out to dry
Throw your money in the sky, Im the one to pick it up
Call me 50s cash cow, or call me Young Buck
I aint a politician, Im a walking ambition
If it dont make sense, I dont listen, I wont sniff it
Shit, if I could freeze, it wouldve been happened
Im icey as a prince, no thin platinum
Im packing, then Im going when the wind backing
Cause New York City streets got my rims cracking
My fame got long lost kin asking
I gotta conquer and win passion
Twin Benz matching
Im riding, Im locin
I get the coke, Im the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
Cause a nigga holdin
Im riding, Im locin
I get the coke, Im the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
Cause a nigga holdin
Imma shine like Shaq on the Phoenix Suns
Im a seven-star nigga with my feet in the slums
Homie, the coupe spotless, got a box for the knockers
Yall niggas aint gangsta, yall internet bloggers
Ill make a movie out a nigga trying to YouTube me
U-turn, nigga, let off three
Im a G, Soutshide, anybody get it
Nigga, fuck some Ed Hardys, buy a fifth with a
Got a Mac, a .9 and an .8 in the safe
Got the hex, the Lex and a camera by the place
Got a vest for my chest, and a drop for my bitch
I got lawyers, Ill kill you there, call it self-defense
I got connects in the Tex, I have a trunk full of bricks
Hit it soft, hit it hard, hit the strip, watch it flip
Got a fucked up attitude, I dont care
Rock hanging from my ear like a chandelier
Im riding, Im locin
I get the coke, Im the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
Cause a nigga holdin
Im riding, Im locin
I get the coke, Im the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
Cause a nigga holdin |
write a song like 50 Cent
So tell me can you feel it? | So much so much love
So much
So tell me can you feel it?
So much so much yeah
You know
Then make that visit
So much so much love
So much
Senegal can you feel it?
So much so much yeah
So much
So much love to share
Pure blackness, wantness is so rare
So much love to care
Let them know theyre missin out
Mama Africa
So much love to share
Sweet blackness, oneness
Meet me there
So much love to care
Let them know they missin out
Sing again
A
This is for all the love
And the life took away
F
Dont forget we were bought and trade
R
Ripped from the land and shipped away
I
Is the inspiration we use to survive
C
Have to see it with your own cries
A
No play add it up and arrive
Still you dont know
The land is so gold and green
The place is so fresh and clean
And everyday I water my garden
Tell me if you feel it deep in your heart
Visit once, guaranteed to visit twice
And if you just believe in the most high
I know youll be all right
A
Thats my favorite place when I need to get away
F
Must forget but we cant forget to pray
R
Like Lance ridin on the runway
I
In my homeland and Im feelin so alive
C
Imagine Africa unite
A
Gonna accept mass alright
Still you dont know
Skin is so dark and brown
She lifts me right off the ground
But no you not gonna see it on you TV
So just listen up and believe me
Her trees have the only cure
Her love is so new and pure
Had to kiss them troubles goodbye bye
No I dont have to lie
Mama Africa, unite
So much so much love
So tell me can you feel it
So much so much
Then make that visit
So much so much love
Senegal can you feel it
So much so much
Ow!
So much love to share
I just cant see how were livin without it
So much love to care
Dont miss dont miss one moment about it
So much love to share
Resist this bliss though I really doubt it
So much love so much love to share
Oh yeah
A
Is for ambition our dream we envision
F
Is for the fear we gon provoke when we vicious
R
Your smart enough to recognize my plan
A mystery become some history then change it damn
C, how we
Dont 4get how could we 4get Africa da motha land
Damn I thought you spanned
Had a peice beyond average for her Im a savage
Property to lavish my life style is iight now |
write a song like 50 Cent
Southside. Roll something, smoke something nigga yeah | Yo!
Bay Area!
You are now rockin
With Big Von
And 50 Cent
Yo!
Southside. Roll something, smoke something nigga yeah
I fall off then I bounce back
Im incredible, yeah
6-2 to the O, back to the 62 here we go
Its like every time I get on some niggas try to jam me
I grind, I go hard for my niggas try to jam me
Im strapped now movin round with the swammy
Got a baby by your baby mama, nigga we family
Niggas mad at the kid cuz Im caked up
Yeah they want that pinky ring, yeah they want that Jacob
Sleeping Beauty tell me when you gon wake up
Youll never have me hog-tied
Youll never have me jaked up
Im holdin
Motherfucker Im strizzapped
Im rollin with the mizzack
Ill lay your ass flizzat
You wanna talk? Talk to me
You wanna be dead?
Its boom bye-bye to a body boy yeah
I had a dream I was broke, and woke up rich
It used to be the other way around, aint that some shit?
I had a pistol under my pillow, a pistol next to my kicks
A pistol on my night stand, a pistol next to my bitch
I seen bullets on the couch
I seen bullets by the TV
Woke up feeling like niggas cant see me
Ask Em and Dre theyll tell you now Im on some different shit
Cuz i got a different tech, and they got a different clip
Yeah I got money now, every day a different whip
Different bracelet, different trip, shut your fucking lips
Dont be a rat
Theres nothing worse than that
Yeah
Its the return of the heartless monster
I already know what time it is
And you already know what time it is
Ill shake the motherfucking town up
Niggas already said, they said if 50 cant do numbers, then the numbers cant be done
Huh?
I should give yall niggas a whole R&B record
808s and my hearts broken, motherfuckers
Im just a different breed of nigga, huh?
Niggas is faggots man
I dont like none of these niggas, man
Come around, niggas got them rainbow colors on
Yall niggas confused?
Niggas from the hood aint supposed to wear no retro shit
Imma tell my little niggas to start kicking your fucking ass
See you out there with that funny shit on
Look him, hes a faggot, kick him, kick his fucking ass |
write a song like 50 Cent
Who wanna play with the Enforcer? | Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Money like a boss, but I still come off ya
Ferrari..Lambo, I race it
Bugatti, I chase it
I be stuntin, niggas dont say shit
Murder..its what I get away with
Therell never be another me, face it
I pick up big bread, its okay bitch
Shawty got ass you can play with
She aint rich like a blonde, just stay with
So brave, your graves ready..
Tre-8, duct tape, ready..
Your times up already..
Black mag, body bag, ready..ready, ready
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Crazy..sip, psychotic
Rich..still pushing narcotics
Shit you wanna do, Ive done it
Lifes going the way I want it
X pills, pounds up chronic
Drama..tell me who want it
Ive done it
They talk about it, they fronting
So brave, your graves ready..
Tre-8, duct tape, ready..
Your times up already..
Black mag, body bag, ready..ready, ready
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Money like a boss, but I still come off ya
This is how it sounds when Im mashing
This is the Enforcer in action
This is how it sounds when Im mashing
This is how it feels when Im blasting
Everything I do something you want to
But you dont do things that I do
Cause you aint got the heart to do it
You aint got the heart to do it
You aint got the heart to do it
You aint got the heart to do it
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Who wanna play with the Enforcer?
Money like a boss, but I still come off ya
This is how it sounds when Im mashing
This is the Enforcer in action
This is how it sounds when Im mashing
This is how it feels when Im blasting
This is how it feels when Im blasting
Blasting, blasting, blasting, blasting
Blasting, blasting, blasting, blasting
This is how it feels when Im blasting |
write a song like 50 Cent
Mil cosas pasan por mi mente | Mil cosas pasan por mi mente
Pero solo Dios conoce mi corazón
Hermano, yo no ando solo
Yo siento que él está al lao mío
Por eso soy un sobreviviente
¡Pah!
Ajá
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It’s 50
50 Cent
Ferrari F50
Multimillo Records
¡Woh!
Yo represento al barrio
Todos los míos
Woh-woh-woh
Empezó el desafío
Pa la gente pobre
Pal caserío
Pa los humildes
Pa los que rompen el frío
Pa mi gente buena
Ellos ordenan
Pa los que están en prisión cumpliendo una condena
Hago que tiemble cuando mi música suena
Multimillo Records, evítense problemas
Me levanté con ganas de hacer dinero
Como siempre, Jesucristo primero
Mi familia segundo, yo tercero
Hace 15 año en mis canciones reitero
Que cualquiera que se preste sentirá el aguacero
En la cabina todos son guerreros
Cuatro se me viraron, lo intentaron, no pudieron
Millones de fanáticos en el mundo entero lo pidieron
El Sobreviviente ha llegado de nuevo
Woh, nací solo, muero solo
La música mi tesoro
Lo que pase en mi vida no lo controlo
A veces me descontrolo y a mi Dios imploro
En ocasiones me río, a veces lloro
Como todo ser humano
Pero sigo siendo un veterano
Se juntaron el boricua con el norteamericano
El dinero, las torres del movimiento urbano
Multimillo Records como siempre se nos van la mano
Yo represento al barrio
Todos los míos
Woh-woh-woh
Empezó el desafío
Pa la gente pobre
Pal caserío
Pa los humildes
Pa los que rompen el frío
Pa mi gente buena
Ellos ordenan
Pa los que están en prisión cumpliendo una condena
Hago que tiemble cuando mi música suena
Multimillo Records, evítense problemas
Fron the bottom to the top
From my block to your block
From my hood to your hood
Victory never felt so good
I said i’d do it then i did
Many doubted that i could
See i got what it takes to win
Lord forgive me for my sins
Niggas don’t attack your chim
And my revolver spin
Sippin on that juice and gin, now be a foe or be a friend
Won nearly with my pen
She’s a likely indent
i’m only fucking yo bitch ass right back again
I’ve began with 60 seconds
Do you roll it, pack it, swallow it
Tripping to your stick
Move your bottle drop it beer falling
Let’s spill this again
That shit we can always steal only
Forever hungry, still paper chasing
We still ballin
Yo represento al barrio
Todos los míos
Woh-woh-woh
Empezó el desafío
Pa la gente pobre
Pal caserío
Pa los humildes
Pa los que rompen el frío
Pa mi gente buena
Ellos ordenan
Pa los que están en prisión cumpliendo una condena
Hago que tiemble cuando mi música suena
Multimillo Records, evítense problemas
Woh
Okey
W
Se ven bien tirándole piedras a la luna
Ustedes no pueden
Estas son alianzas millonarias
W
50 Cent
Chris Jeday
Hyde El Químico
Otros niveles musicales
Ouh
Multimillo Records
Los ídolos tuyos
¡Pah! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Niggas stop at the red light | Niggas stop at the red light
Its a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you dont want it, you aint on it like Im on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, its a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
I walk the streets with the banger like a nigga in the yard
Whip the soft and the hard, Ill whoop ya ass, swear to God
Grams on the digi scale, coins in the wishing well
Shoot a punk pussy tail, my niggas get me out of jail
Buckshot, sawed-off, miss your head, hit your legs
Head dropped, getting popped, now I bet you wish you dead
Highways, three lanes, switch gears
Six gears, Chevy, Vette, shit yeah
Dont worry which year
New money, everything new I got
New Bentley, new bitch, new clips to pop
I got murderous intentions, you knew that shit
Thats how you knew to hit the ground soon as I come around
Niggas stop at the red light
Its a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you dont want it, you aint on it like Im on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, its a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
Niggas know how I give it up, stacking that bread
Make you a peephole through the back of your head
Yeah, you dont want niggas hopping over yard gates
Red lights in your face like car brakes
Pop shit like a coked up Scarface
Exotic chronic, fucking up my heart pace
Get out of line, be a body on the
Im a cold-hearted, soak-bodied, grimey motherfucker
Ayo, broad daylight, hit your ass with the trey pound
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
Yall niggas got the audacity
My gun game like Omar on that balcony
I turn a killer to a casualty
Ill kill your whole family off for some cheese and half a ki
Boy, you know when the iron hit em
Hollow split em, the cave make it look like a lion hit em
Niggas stop at the red light
Its a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you dont want it, you aint on it like Im on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, its a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
Turn of the lights, , my bitch and she a dyke
She eat a nigga ass up on any given night
I been on one, lowkey staying out of sight
Hit a homerun, one flight, got my money right
Bitch, Im back now - aint no braids under the hat now
Only grenades and blades, guns go brrat now
I holla a peep, niggas getting wack now
50 say, get em, Buck, niggas stack now
Niggas stop at the red light
Its a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you dont want it, you aint on it like Im on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, its a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow |
write a song like 50 Cent
Look ma we go together like throwbacks | Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce ones
Im a gangsta
Thats why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die chick
Thats why I copped a Bentley coupe
Instead of buyin bricks
In 96, used to do the homocide thing
Now we in the win doin that Bonnie and Clyde thing
And nigga, you cant play wit my yo-yo
She keep a fo-fo and the H2
Sittin on low pros, whooaa
And 50 know, she roll with 50 hoes
And keep them sticky dro
Right under em Vicky clothes
Hit mail roles and shail toles
And wife beatas, get Nike whifee
She in love with addidas
Ma, Im in love with Anina
Chuck Taylors in that stash by that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin, oooh
If ever you need someone to go to
Someone that holds you
Someone to be by yo side
Baby if ever you need someone to talk to
Someone to hold you
Someone to be down to ride
You can count on me
Ill be there for you
Girl you could count on me
Ill be there for you
Girl you can count on me
Its game baby
You know you can always count on me, ha ha
Baby girl its ya touch
That turn a frown into a smile
Its somethin about how you make me feel when you around
It could be when we tuck
I suppose when you lettin me bite ya neck
Foreplay just a red tonge all in your breasts
Its playtime, dont rush we could get to the rest
In the hood a new lexic fo wet sex
Look I got plans to see the world girl
And we could go together
After spendin time together, we may go together
Plus I got some extra paper, we could go together
That means mo ice, mo meets, mo leatha
Yo wishes yo dreams, to sit in Bentleys and lean
Will all come true, theres nothin I wont do
From the hood life to the good life
Baby lets spur
You listen to me, youll love me cuz im good with words
50 speak game like game
Its not a game, im not playin
Baby do ya hear what im sayin?
If ever you need someone to go to
Someone that holds you
Someone to be by yo side
Baby if ever you need someone to talk to
Someone to hold you
Someone to be down to ride
You can count on me
Ill be there for you
Girl you could count on me
Ill be there for you
Girl you can count on me
Its game baby
You know you can always count on me, ha ha
Yo holla at ya boy
Come polly with ya boy
Look ma, hop inside this Impala with ya boy
So we could hit Beverly Hills
Fly down the back streets
Roof missin, Marc Jacob bag in the back seat
You trina eat? we could do lunch at Mr. Chows
You tryin to ride? thats in Compton with them pistols out
Buyin birds, I got G-Unit niggas in Queens
That they get to rock and roll like Bruce Springs thing
Its Aftermath nigga Dre coachin the dream team
03, we gon shine without the bling bling
A 100 gangstas, and a 100 hoes with us that wanna roll with us
BET awards show with us
Its Comptons bad boy
Got my main bitch with me
And she get them white bars out the park like Ken Griffy
Signed to Dre, now bitches wanna get it in with me
And they goin and cop my albums just to hear it from me
If ever you need someone to go to
Someone that holds you
Someone to be by yo side
Baby if ever you need someone to talk to
Someone to hold you
Someone to be down to ride
You can count on me
Ill be there for you
Girl you could count on me
Ill be there for you
Girl you can count on me
Its game baby
You know you can always count on me, ha ha |
write a song like 50 Cent
Yeah, Id like to thank everybody, the haters, my fans | Yeah, Id like to thank everybody, the haters, my fans
Wow, I spent five years, man
Three albums, thirty million copies
Gotta love it, I really never thought Id be here
First and foremost, Id like to thank God for making me special
You know niggas wanna kill me, I stay in drama
Say a prayer for me, homie, nah, pray for Obama
Aint nothing changed, them rednecks got them .44 mags
KKK mad, the confederate flags
Black man in the office, you know theyre gon flip
Like hand me my rifle when she thought she was going to shit
Bet Bill OReilly call me pinhead for saying that shit
Well, him and Oprah Winfrey both could suck on some dick
They said I sniff coke, but I weight shit, man, I dont get high
Said I slept with Tracey Heggins, that was a cool lie
And steroids mustve made my money longer
Mary vocals stronger, Timbaland beats harder
Tyler write through the scripts, Wyclef make them hits
If I knew I wasnt sure Id run and get some shit
I wanna be hot like me, I wanna be on top like me
Im trying to get guap like me, B
It was funny how time flies, life turn to memories
And I cant vote, too many felonies
If I could, I wouldnt vote for Hillary
Man, the bitch rule the world? Man, you kidding me
Niggas tried to kill me on three different occasions
I guess thats life when niggas just hatin
Came a long way from slinging dope and that hard white
And my neighbors dont speak, why? They all white
And the homies dont speak cause Im rich now
My life is Hermès, haze and Cristal
And ménage à trois out in Moscow
I got them Trojan Magnums and Lifestyle
Wow, you know, I really didnt get a chance to prepare a speech
You know, Id just like to say when you see perfection within me you see God, and when you see my imperfections you see me
This was a great project, Al Pacino, Robert DeNiro
John Leguizamo, Donnie Wahlberg, love you, guys, we got one
You know Im feeling so Creflo
You see, we all aint balling, but we blessed though
My niggas, lets go
Gotta give respect so you can get a check, hoe
Aint like God e-mailing niggas no death notes
Purple label tags, Cartiers, and all them designer bags
Its something you might want, but not what you gotta have
These kids want money, nigga, fuck a autograph
How can you be mad when they just following your path?
You look and you laugh while niggas eating out the trash
But shit change fast, nigga, look at your ass
The real niggas last, we all been through it
I accept this award on behalf of the Unit
Uh, I gotta be one of the top five black writers
I ignore switch sider support from backbiters
Now they telling me I cant say nigga, nigga please
All I need is incredible trees and bigger keys
I slide through the Ps, neck like Mr. Ts
And its 99 degrees, but my wrist on freeze
I risk it all for the lovely dough so my mother can go
Where she aint got to hear shots, she shed enough teardrops
I gotta thank God before I thank a soul
For blessing me with the flow and the game to break a hoe
I turn to a Transformer fore I turn on 50
I tote blicky and I burn on sticky, fuck with me
Hello, mama, yeah, you watch the TV?
You see me? Haha
Yeah, they gave me the trophy, ha!
I told you, I told you all I was gon do is keep you comfortable
Ima call you back, Ima call you back
You know, we still in the hood, the award show, alright, haha! |
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First I want to thank God, Momma Anna, Pops, and my grandparents, Marquise, G Money, Uncle Michael, Uncle Rook and Uncle Horace. My aunts Annie, Laurie and Geraldine. Sylvia, David, Bobby, Meeka, Keisha, Sahar, John | First I want to thank God, Momma Anna, Pops, and my grandparents, Marquise, G Money, Uncle Michael, Uncle Rook and Uncle Horace. My aunts Annie, Laurie and Geraldine. Sylvia, David, Bobby, Meeka, Keisha, Sahar, John
My Shady/Aftermath/Interscope team: Eminem, Tracy McNew, Riggs Morales, Paul Rosenberg/Dr. Dre, Kirdis Postelle/Jimmy Iovine, Steve Berman, Step Johnson, Ravid Yosef, Les Scurry, Susan Hilderly, Todd Douglas, Don Robinson, Faithe, Yvette Gayle, Jennifer Zeller, Mike Cole, Andrew Ibea, Adam Favors, Troy Marshall, Garrett Williams, Garnett March and the urban staff, Nino Cuccinello and the crossover radio staff, Karen Rait and Brenda and the top 40 staff
Randall Emmett and Dom at me Cheetah Vision Films company
My book partner Robert The 50th Law Greene
My G Unit family: Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo. Ky Miller and Sha Money
My G Unit staff and the entire team at WWW.BOOBOOTV.COM AND WWW.THISIS50.COM |
write a song like 50 Cent
Now I dont get along with these niggas anyway man | Now I dont get along with these niggas anyway man
I wish a nigga...
You niggas wont believe I got the shooters to your shot
You think youre built for bumpin heads with me well nigga youre not
Thisll be the last time I try to fucking warn you
Next time your ass out of line, bitch Im on you
Nigga that security you got aint getting paid
Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade
You fucking hesitate you gonna need first aid
My bladell turn a line man into a feather weight
Who me? I wanna warn you motherfuckers aint seen nothing like me
Still looking for a juxs and my wrist so icy
I tell the homies these niggas is full, eat em
They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need em
Take it off, tell that sucker take it off
They aint come up how we came up, man they niggas so soft
Half man half dog man my niggas sense fear
Brought em here in a Lear to take your Audemere
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
Im from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and youre blown away
I make it so hot nigga my Glock
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
Im from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away
Dont get coffee with me pussy I told you before
Its outlaw, lawless I fuck you up regardless
Niggas say they be work in I wanna see what they saying
Put that work in without a mans, bring me that nigga, chain him
ATL BET we can AR in the park
Make the parking lot sound like an Iraq war
Feel the mood change when I step through the door
Go head make me fuck you up thats what we came here for
Gem star, carve you up nice
Have so much fun I wanna do it twice
Thats my bitch on the pole
You tipping shes stripping
Im known for tripping
I just slapped the clip in
599 Ferrari state dipping
Cash getting, brick flipping
Straight clip in, good ghetto living
Big better vision
Bigger plans for a bigger bed to get in
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
Im from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and youre blown away
I make it so hot nigga my Glock
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
Im from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away
Yeah, yall see me laying low, I got so much shit to say
Im a play, we gonna spar from now to the fight
You understand how this goes down right?
You seen this movie before, this a rerun
Fore what we call it? We call it Get Rich Or Die Trying
Huh, did 12 million that time
Nah nah nah, we call it the massacre
We did 10 million that time
What we gonna call it?
Huh |
write a song like 50 Cent
Blow the dice, Roulette spinnin | 50, check
Vegas lights, linen
Blow the dice, Roulette spinnin
Hunnid grand Blackjack, pit bosses watchin me stack
Then it started with a kiss, public form of affection
Im high off of lovin, buggin, still thuggin
Call her pimp and I pass around
But when she come back around, she all mine, thats how we get down
Crack the windows in the Bentley, man, the scent just tempt me
You could smell it through the jar in the back of the car
I like girls, she like girls too
So its cool when she come through
The ménage with my Mary Jane
Two P.M., breakfast in bed
I had a long night
I was in Vegas at the Bellagio
Had a sweet thing from a foreign place
All in my brain, givin me fever
Put it in, blow it out, body so illegal
She was so phenomenal
Give me a before you
I only live once, Im livin how I wanna
Money real good but money bringin more problems
Goin through some things, be my Mary Jane
Take my mind off the stress and the strain, ohh
Dont want your inhibitions, celebrate the moment
Roll you up, light you up, show you how I own it
You my Mary-Mary-Mary-Mary-Mary Jane
Look so sexy standin in the mirror
Come a little closer, girl, I wanna play ya
Clothes off your body, babe
I wanna get high off your love tonight
naughty, came to play you last night
naughty, be that T in thug life
Just let it rotate
Tomorrow may never come and I know why
I only live once, Im livin how I wanna
Money real good but money bringin more problems
Goin through some things, be my Mary Jane
Take my mind off the stress and the strain, ohh
Dont want your inhibitions, celebrate the moment
Roll you up, light you up, show you how I own it
Cause you my Mary-Mary-Mary-Mary-Mary Jane
I-I-I know you love it when I push-push
Girl, you that good kush
You in my hand is better then two in a bush
I love the feelin when youre inbetween my lips
Youre gettin hot, please dont burn my fingertips
I wanna taste you, girl, you got me gone
But I gotta replace you as soon as you all gone
But you know, shes to be the same
Cause nobody get me high like my girl, Mary Jane
My Mary Jane, ohh
Make me feel so good when Im with you
Youre my Mary Jane
Ohh, said I only live for you
I only live once, Im livin how I wanna
Money real good but money bringin more problems
Goin through some things, be my Mary Jane
Take my mind off the stress and the strain
Dont want your inhibitions, celebrate the moment
Roll you up, light you up, show you how I own it
Mary-Mary-Mary-Mary-Mary Jane
I only live once, Im livin how I wanna
Money real good but money bringin more problems
Goin through some things, Mary Jane
Mind off the stress and the strain
Dont want your inhibitions, celebrate the moment
Roll you up, light you up, show you how I own it
Mary-Mary-Mary-Mary-Mary Jane |
write a song like 50 Cent
Make it hot, all I do is make it hot | Make it hot, all I do is make it hot
50 Cent, I make it hot, Dev up in the spot
Need to turn it up a notch
On my waist, through my hair
Think about it when you touch me there
Close my eyes, here you are
All alone dancing in the dark
Tell me, baby, if its wrong
To let my hands do what they want
Late at night, I pretend we are
Dance, dance, da-dance, dancing in the dark
Break it down
Give it to me, Im an addict, I got to have
I want to see you shake it now
You got me addicted, Im trying to kick it
Theres a after party after the party in the bedroom at my house
We can get to acting naughty, Ill explore your body
Music playing with the lights out
You wanna play? Lets play in the bedroom at my house
We can get to acting naughty, Ill explore your body
Music playing with the lights out
On my waist, through my hair
Think about it when you touch me there
Close my eyes, here you are
All alone dancing in the dark
Tell me, baby, if its wrong
To let my hands do what they want
Late at night, I pretend we are
Dancing in the dark
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
Dancing in the dark
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
Dancing in the dark
Can you work on me?
Open my body up and do some surgery
Now that you got me up, I wanna taste it, taste it
And see those pocket aces
Wanna see who you are
Got a sex drive, its push to start
Got a sex drive, its push to start
Push, push, push, push to start
Push, push, push, push to start
I got a sex drive, its push to start
On my waist, through my hair
Think about it when you touch me there
Close my eyes, here you are
All alone dancing in the dark
Tell me, baby, if its wrong
To let my hands do what they want
Late at night, I pretend we are
Dancing in the dark
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
(50 Cent, Ill make it hot, Dev up in the spot
You need to turn it up a notch)
Tell me, baby, if its wrong
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
(Turn it up, turn it up a notch
You need to turn it up a notch, turn it up a notch)
To let my hands do what they want
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
(Turn it up, turn it up a notch
You need to turn it up a notch)
Dancing in the dark
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
Dancing in the dark
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
Dancing in the dark |
write a song like 50 Cent
Haha its easy man, its easy man | 50 cent, uh
Llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh
Game Nigga~ G-Unit
Haha its easy man, its easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood
In the snow after the shots in december
Niggas is broke thats why they stay ice grillin
Im in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic
Ass poke out like serena asks banks he seen her
Plus she hood she aint hollywood remind me of trina
Ds come shorti even down to hold down a nena
G stand for gangsta unit stand for you niggas in trouble
Better lock and load on the double
Im so sorry
Niggas all fucked up they aint gettin money in the hood
Im So Sorry
I lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if I could
Im so sorry
You know I could but I dont wanna help you out nigga
Im so sorry
Im in that 6, 7 glass house
In and out of lanes
Murder on my mind
Old english runnin through my veins
I think about easy and it eases my pain
I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain
I came into this world both feet in the dirt
No purple label no button up shirt
No harm intended no subliminal disses
But hard facts seperate the men from the bitches
I would popped your ass if I thought you was worthy
Lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey
Buck pass the dutch Im blowin that bob marley
Hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-Unit
Im so sorry
You niggas dont sound that good when you step in the booth
Im So sorry
Nigga that it hurt but god dammit you kno its da truth
Im So Sorry
You see me do good its makin your punk ass sick
Im so sorry
That I aint got room for all you niggas on my dick
Im so Sorry
Yeah
A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
I came up with this on the shitta, nigga
I handle bars like a bicycle
Stars make your eyes trickle
As stiff as an icecycle
The muffalas the sounds of land thats why I whistle
Fire your stylists you know dats wrong
For letting you put that foot locker noback on
Around here niggas get shot for performin that song
And hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on
They try to merk me yo
Thats why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio
Pop shit I stroke your s
And soon as her mouth open up what?
Same color as coconut
Im so Sorry
You aint from compton you aint gotta flow like game
Im so sorry
You aint lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man
Im so sorry
You aint young buck you dont let the gun buck son you butt
Im so sorry
You get outta line Ill personally come fuck you up
We dont chase no hoes
We dream about it while we make the dough
Ill have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat
I still touch the dough
Niggas my ears to the street
I got niggas from your own hood workin for me
You got ya hand out
Cant even bail your man out
Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out
Nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you
Just do like pac said pour out a little liquor
Picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya
You momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements
You kno who to play with and we aint the ones
This G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas
Yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall niggas
That put out records this year and didnt sell no records Im so sorry
Hahaha oh man I dont even know how to explain it pimp you cant get dat money when Im around haha
I dont say shit all I did was swith my hustle muhfucka |
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Hot 97. Blazing hip hop and R&B. You now tuned into G-Unit radio. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo | Hot 97. Blazing hip hop and R&B. You now tuned into G-Unit radio. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Its like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
Im hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow
But it aint no thing because my nigga Yayo
Put me up on game when I came through the door
Its like this and like that and like this and uh
Its like that and like this and like that and uh
Its like this and like that and like this and uh
Its like this and like that and like this
I got these groupies backstage trying to rip my dick off
In Chanel panties and Gucci lipgloss
Our shows and videos be the wildest
Wake up, get dressed, fuck the clothes stylist
Now my navigation system pointing arrows to your house
Got me in the hood with my nuts in your mouth
Big truck series, you heard Funk Flex
Since the whip spacious we can have rough sex
Now bitches give me head while my rims keep spinning
Cause the truck be the size of their project kitchens
Im a hustler, hand to hand
I turn fourteen grams into fourteen lands
I play Italian restaurants, Pedros in the palms
Cause my number one fiend is into stocks and bonds
Yo, my hand is full of ink spots, writing with my pen
Got my ass in a mink spot, about to blow ten
Man, these bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks
I tell them lick on the nuts and suck the dick
Then get the fuck out if that aint done
Tell Banks to hurry up bringing that X1
And that X1, man, that X1
Look, its time to make the transition from a pad to a palace
Im the same, old G with a jaw like Morales
As long as it get movies its on and the jacuzzi is warm
She stripping down like the Uzi was drawn
You know, snapping out of Louie Vuitton
Her man knew he perform and get me evicted and do me a porn
I hear this every day, Banks, dont treat me like the next bitch
And by the way, how many other girls you having sex with?
Look, you like the Neptunes, this different teams
We both move around with clips and they spit sixteen
I be damned if I trick one dollar, but if the chick come holla
And got paper Ima get some out of her
Im high every hour like California light-green steamer
Am I hot, nigga, that Ike beat Tina? Icea cream Beamer
Youre upset cause I say everything you dont say
Nigga, you aint smoking hydro, youre smoking roach spray
Its like this and like that and like this and uh
Its like that and like this and like that and uh
Its like this and like that and like this and uh
Its like this and like that and like this
You heard my nigga. Yall smoking roach spray, man. We on a first class flight to Barcelona, man. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit |
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Q: How much can you bench press? | Q: How much can you bench press?
A: The most was 405 but i started looking like the security lol i had to slim down
Q: What was your favourite TV show as a kid?
A: The benny hill show. he was an idiot. really funny
And dukes of hazzard cause of the girl with the short shorts
Q: Does everyone sing go shorty, its your birthday on your birthday like my friends have done to me every year since you released In Da Club in 2003 :D
A: They do sing it to me. every day is someones birthday that song wont go away
Q: Iggy azaleas booty real or no?!!!
A: Next time i see her ima squeeze it and find out for you ok. I will report back to you shortly lol
Q: 2 quarters or 5 dimes?
A: 2 quarters keep it simple
Q: Whats your favourite video game?
A: Blood on the Sand. i dont think it has anything to do with me being in it. also NBA Live 2014
Q: Biggest regret of your career? How long are you planning to make music?
A: Ill prolly make music longer than im suppose to. like a fighter who doesnt know when to retire lol i just love doing it
Q: Fif what is Power about and why should I watch it?
A: You should watch it because I say watch it. Ill never steer you wrong
Q: Hey man, what made you want to accept Bitcoin payment for your new album?
A: Stay with times. technology is whats changing the business gotta get with it. I take money no matter if its coins or dollars
Q: Hey 50, just a couple questions
- From the recent G-Unit reunion are there any chances of The Game being involved? Also what was it like to preform with -everyone again?
- Hows the relationship with Em, any new projects you guys are working on?
- Youve always been very business minded in your career is there any advice you would give someone who wants to start their own brand or company?
A: - not a chance. feels good to be back on stage with them again. couple of them gotta get in shape again they get tired lol
- I am gonna go to his show see him soon in london
- because of the internet do it independently. you have access to things we didnt. i had to hustle bootlegers. chief keef is in his grandma living room doing it
Q: I want to get rich but I have reservations about dying, what should I do? Also whats your favorite most expensive food/least expensive food?
A: Focus on gettin rich you gonna die anyway. lets live good. thats what Animal ambition is about, prosperity
Philippe chow, the shit is expensive for no reason
Q: Yo $0.50 . . . what happened on that pitch?
A: I have a skeletal muscle injury on my left shoulder from excessive masturbation so take it easy lol
Q: Your album, Get Rich or Die Tryin was the first cd I can remember buying with my own money. Still is one of my favorite all time CDs. My question is about your tattoo removal. Were there any tattoos you knew you were going to miss? Is tattoo removal really as painful as people say it is? Is it more like a scar now or is it a clean removal? Thanks for doing this AMA
A: Tattoo removal is extremely painful. i do not advise it. its like signing up to be burnt
Topical cream docs give you dont work lol
Q: Hey Mr. Jackson, what is your favorite sushi roll?
A: California roll. im a fake sushi eater lol its all vegetables. the only thing i would eat raw is a woman lol anything else is a no go
Q: Does it go my chrome cost more than the crib yo momma raised you in? or is it my cross cost more...?
A: My cross
Q: How exactly do you party on your birthday?
A: I do it BIG! this one will have a fight live on ESPN, have special guest performances, a pool party then another party, then again a party then a firework a BBQ Ima live broadcast all that on my hang with
Q: When u made Get Rich or Die Tryin, did u think at the time it would have the impact that it does today?
A: No i didnt. I was praying for it do to well. It surpassed my expectations. I hope animal ambition does the same
Q: What has been the nicest car youve owned?
A: The 100 EX rolls royce
Q: Hey Mr. Cent
I need to know if there is any truth behind Azizs Grapefruit story. Can you shed some light on that?
A: My grandma used to get me grapefruit juice as a kid. hes a comedian. Ima have his ass whoop if he keeps saying that lol
Q: Whats your favorite brand of Root beer?
A: I dont drink root beer unless its the only cold can available. i drink ginger ale
Q: Hey 50, what would you say is your favorite book and why?
Thanks
A: The 50th law. because you cant be afraid of bein successful you gotta have enough in you to be as successful as you want to be
Q: Yo 50! do you still have the slowbuck chain from SummerJam?
Also, i think Animal Ambition is your best work since Massacre. really good job with that. thanks for being 50
A: I dont know why people keep talking about this. i was busy performing. it was so many people on stage lol
Q: Thanks for doing this! Whats the first thing you bought after you made it big?
A: My grandmother a car. it was important to me because she took care of me when i couldnt take care of myself |
write a song like 50 Cent
When the street lights go on - the wolves come out | Yeah!
G-Unit man!
50 Cent man! What?
Uh-huh!
Yeah!
Yo! {Whooooo! Whoooooo! }
When the street lights go on - the wolves come out
Stick-up kids they know the kid - cause I been with them out
Niggas eyeball my shines, I cant stand it
With my little 5 shot three eighty that keep jamming. {DAMN! }
Nigga I got a felonies, I aint no rat
You play me close fool - and you gonna get clapped.
I feel chills up my spine when the Ds look back
Cause Im dirty, got a blunt and half a pack and my Gat! {Whoo Kidd! }
Frankie aint pumpin shit. - Till Lance come back home
Its 4 niggas in that clique, Lance they backbone
They pussy but if homes say: Shoot! They start shooting
But now they at homes wake - and they deep in it recruiting. {DAMN! }
Pop already had the block, they said: Fuck him!
Put niggas in the huddle - gave em simple instructions
Said - Operation: Shut-down, the block, 12 oclock
Yall niggas pull to that strip and let off like thirty shots. {Whoooooo! }
To make it hot! - Niggas shot Charlie in the leg
But he broke and always beggin shouldve shot him in the head. {DAMN! }
This cat bustin bustas, he runnin
Made it to that building
Elevator 4th floor
He pulled knocked on the door. {SHADYVILLE! }
Papi let me in, Im shot!
Niggas wildin on the block.
Son Im hit, no bullshit!
Oh, shit nigga what the fuck happened?
Nigga pulled through in the black hooptie and start clappin!
Come in! Come in! - Im on some hood shit
Just try not to bleed on my my mamas good shit. - DAMN! |
write a song like 50 Cent
Papi nos vamos pa’ la calle | Grrrrrrrrrr!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Papi nos vamos pa’ la calle
Así soy
Un hood-boy
Con sangre de cowboy
El día es hoy
Pa la calle voy
Wohh ohh oh
Ill have your nigga in an ambulance telling you hold on
The choir in your funeral singing you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo paper the mo strength we gon get it
The fo fifth come with the amp we aint missing
Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song to her dude this is
G-unit, fuck your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
Imma loyal nigga, nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldnt sign
You done lost ya mind, bumped ya head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I aint got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards Im a buss they head
I done told you boy Im a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I aint tryin to hear shit Im supposed to be rich
Mufucka get in the way of my bread
Then Im gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip Ill come for your head
Pera papi voy a entrar
Shh shh...ba!
Tol mundo pal piso
El que se mueva lo paralizo
El capitán es preciso
Todo el género quieren tumbarme el guiso
Pero nadie la liga hizo
Con el tiempo yo los piso
Abran paso a la leyenda viviente
El capitan matatan
Que mata desde el sobreviviente
Y se calienta el ambiente
Doble U! Yandel!
Y la calle se prende
Así soy
Un hood-boy
Con sangre de cowboy
El día es hoy
Pa la calle voy
Wohh ohh oh
Im comin out of south-side, you know Im raw
Big ass check, they show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the kreamizore
Fo fo out, I know bout, the keys of war
Im hot- five hundred degrees or more
My do block a m-16 or more
Im in the store copin shit you aint seen before
Black card swipe, we galore
I said these niggas stop talking then start worrying
The feds keep coming the money we burrying
Im in a mean loft, Im in the cream porsche
I let that thing off, then turn to t-wolf
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
I done told you boy Im a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I aint tryin to hear shit Im supposed to be rich
Mufucka get in the way of my bread
Then Im gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip Ill come for your head
Así soy
Un hood-boy
Con sangre de cowboy
El día es hoy
Pa la calle voy
Wohh ohh oh |
write a song like 50 Cent
I cant take this anymore | I cant take this anymore
I cant take this anymore
I tried your way, baby
I tried your way, baby
But it just aint working out for me
It just aint working out for me
So many times you said that you would change
But just when I think you had
You go back to the same old games
I wish I never gave you a second chance
Cause I was just wasting my time
Cause you dont know how to be a real true man
I told you I was lonely
Told you what I needed
But you aint wanna hear it
So, I had to do what was best for me
And thats let you and your trifling self go
I told you what I wanted
And everything you had to do to make the situation go good
But obviously you wasnt listening
Or maybe I asked you to do way more than you could
I cant take this anymore
I cant take this anymore
I tried your way, baby
I tried your way, baby
But it just aint working out for me
It just aint working out for me
You constantly calling me
Trying to get back
But whats crazy to me is when you had me
You aint know how to act
Got all the right things to say now
But youre a day late and a dollar or two short
Shouldve thought about that when I was around
I told you I was lonely
Told you what I needed
But you aint wanna hear it
So, I had to do what was best for me
And thats let you and your trifling self go
I told you what I wanted
And everything you had to do to make the situation go good
But obviously you wasnt listening
Or maybe I asked you to do way more than you could
I cant take this anymore
I cant take this anymore
I tried your way, baby
I tried your way, baby
But it just aint working out for me
It just aint working out for me |
write a song like 50 Cent
Now that Im back, you hear more hits | Now that Im back, you hear more hits
Records aint sellin; download this
Look at my neck; look at my wrist
The world is my pussy; life is my bitch
Make money, money
Take money, money, money
My shoes are made
You Bathin Ape money, money
Im out-of-state, getting great big money, money
In the projects, getting late-night money, money
Freeze!
Now all the ladies report to the dance floor
And make sure homie got a bottle
Pass it, pass, pass the patron
Shorty thick; I can tell from the front
Pass it, pass, pass the patron
Pass it, pass, pass the patron
Pass it, pass, pass the patron
Shorty thick; I can tell from the front
Pass it, pass, pass the patron
Pass it, pass, pass the patron
Bring it back; bring it back
Shorty face aight, but her ass real fat
Blow a stack; blow a stack
More bottles of rosé; she like, Whats that?
Im a baller, shot caller
Bumblebee Camaro; I can transform ya
First night, damn right, Im a spoil her
Take her to the Ritz cause her projects is smaller
If you getting money put your bottles high up in here
Yeah!
God damn,
Red bottoms on my feet look like velvet cake
Im straight; I look like an
I hit the strip club and pull 10 out the safe
Niggas hate; bitches hate
But they aint got no money, so we cant relate
Make it shake; ma, make it shake
Now its off in my Porsche with the temporary plates
Shout to all the bad chicks with they hair done
They nails done, buyin they own bottle |
write a song like 50 Cent
From NY to Compton real respect real | From NY to Compton real respect real
One hand on the wheel, one hand on the steel
Roll that, pass that, cock that, blast that
Flip that, flash that, Im always where the cash at
Thats why Im in a nigga crib screaming where the stash at
Nigga come up with the chips and get hit
This is that beretta bounce, that full clip sound
That six shot revolver dance, now spin around
Anyday gunplay, friday, monday
Strawberry sunday ll light up your Hyundai
Your hoopty hit up, you aint dead get up
Nigga, one to the git-ut, ll hurt more than your sit ups
Its nasty its foul right, this is what my style like
Bang Bang, G-Units the gang, man
I reload and unload, I explode
On the track Im more addicting than crack, better yet to smack
Ill take you higher and higher 50 is fire, word to Maniyah
This is just the beginning, Im not done winning
Pray the lord keep me from sinning, the shit that I been in
Got me ready to squeeze and breeze, fuck the ds
Niggas spit bars, but they not like these
This is that porsche carrera Ferrari F-50 flow
The type shit that bring flocks of hoes
Can you feel it, I make you feel it
Ill have the hood in a frenzie on some real shit
You rocking with the don dada, the blood clot charters
Follow orders, they treat me like I walk on water
Im the tapdance king when I come to the bricks
I get to steppin in the name of love and shit
Trust me, this is not what they expected
The kid back around to wreck shit
Niggas reline em, the wolves ll find em, the jewels ll blind em
The unit be shining like no other motherfucker
Its dirty
Ya know we couldnt find an instrumental, so we still had to do
What we had to do, you know
Its 50 nigga, ya supposed to like it if i say you supposed to
Like it
Yayo, its filthy round here man, it smells like prostitution
HAHAHA, Its going down man all my block niggas, my far rock niggas
My Southside niggas, Supton, Linden, Bazeley, 40 projects
Every projects You know how we do it man
HAHAHA, theres nobody better, niggas know that
Come on man, I rap til the motherfuckin beat gone man
Niggas is smoking if they think they can fuck with me |
write a song like 50 Cent
I return, stronger than ever | I return, stronger than ever
I get to creepin and to crawlin, shell cases get to fallin
Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
Then niggas understand what Im sayin when Im sayin Im all in
So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call
Dial 911, tell them I got a gun
I come through, put that pressure on them
Wear that Smith & Wesson on them
Damn it I came I cop, you finna go see a lot
Six shot body rock and they drop burning hot
Bleed nigga bleed till you start feeling cold
You know you niggers really dont serve a purpose
Less unless you learn to follow all these then become workers
If you ask me youre just taking up space
I wont hesitate to smack fire out your face
I get to creepin and to crawlin, shell cases get to fallin
Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
Then niggas understand what Im sayin when Im sayin Im all in
So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call
Dial 911, tell them I got a gun
I dont give a fuck, Im also stuck
Hide in a burf, 50 put they in work
I cut clean through your face, see your teeth through your cheek
Seconds before you start to leak all over the street
Nigga your people is pussy I mean your homies is stun
Its a good time to run before I get to my gun
I hit the ashes that you see them I strip hop and the dash
Hit the corner out the window, boy I pop at your ass
I get to creepin and to crawlin, shell cases get to fallin
Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
Then niggas understand what Im sayin when Im sayin Im all in
So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call
Dial 911, tell them I got a gun
50 till its nothing left
Ima keep going till theres nothing left
Call this 13 out of 13 motherfuckers, hahaha
Im just playing with you niggas man
When y´ll all hear what I got, oh my god, hahahaha
I can feel it, the earthquake is coming
Tsunami, damn
GGGG-Unit |