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Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin cold Thats how we already know, winters here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt Thats just all he know, he dont know nothin else I tried to show em, yeah I tried to show em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Goin on you with the pick and roll Young La Flame, he in sicko mode Made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, thats Nike boys, hoppin out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now its 4 AM and Im back up poppin with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin fruits And they chokin, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Some-Some-Some-Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak Yeah, this shit way too formal, yall know I dont follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls aint got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, Hop in, you comin too In the 305, bitches treat me like Im Uncle Luke Had to slop the top off, its just a roof, uh She said, Where we goin? I said, The moon We aint even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, its just the pool Now I got her open, its just the Goose Who put this shit together? Im the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue Someone said Play-Playin for keeps Someone said, mother, someone said Dont play us for weak Yeah! Astro, yeah, yeah Ayy, ayy Shes in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block Made a right Cut the lights , paid the price Niggas think its sweet , its on sight Nothin nice , baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ , checks over stripes Thats what I like , thats what we like Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like Im Sheck See the shots that I took , wet like Im Book Wet like Im Lizzie I be spinnin Valley, circle blocks til Im dizzy Like where is he? No one seen him Im tryna clean em Shes in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land Had me out like a light Like a light Like a light Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly Sendin texts, aint sendin kites, yeah He said, Keep that on lock I say, You know this shit, its stife, yeah Its absolute, yeah , Im back, reboot LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah We back on the road, they jumpin off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she workin on her glutes, yeah Aint by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah Bout a check, yeah , just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, Ima show her what it took Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook Yeah

Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, its your birthday We gon party like its your birthday And we gon sip Bacardi like its your birthday And you know we dont give a fuck, its not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll twenty deep, its twenty nines in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna fuck Look homie, aint nothin changed: hoes down, Gs up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! If you watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I dont walk with a limp In the hood in L.A. they sayin, 50, you hot They like me, I want em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, the niggasll tell you Im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold Im fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil out the deal and Im still on the grind Now Shorty said she feelin my style, she feelin my flow Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I aint changed And you should love it way more than you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that youd be happy I made it Im that cat by the bar toastin to the good life You that faggot-ass nigga tryin to pull me back, right? When my joint get to pumpin in the club, its on I wink my eye at yo bitch, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talkin about money, homie, I aint concerned Ima tell you what Banks told me: Cuz, go head, switch the style up If niggas hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub They know where we fuckin be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed Dont try to act like you dont know where we be neither, nigga We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga G-Unit

New York City You are now rappin With 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist the lah Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy, shorty, I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need, and I Like your smile, I dont want to see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask And I hope you can come up with the answers, babe Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didnt smell so good, would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hooptie from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt, would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work, would you be down to ride? I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive Im askin questions to find out how you feel inside If I aint rap ‘cause I flip burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends youre feelin me? In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we could have a little drink, you know, a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one Im lovin? Are you mad ‘cause Im askin you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? ‘Cause if so, girl, you a blessing Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? Im starin at you, tryna figure how you got in them jeans If I was down, would you say things to make me smile? Ill treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see And when you asked me about it I said it wasnt me Would you believe me? or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if thats all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes To make it up, Ill do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style, I say anything to make you smile Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? Ill ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? Ill ask 21 questions and they all about us

Man, we gotta go get somethin to eat Man, Im hungry as a motherfucker Ayo man, damn Whats takin homie so long, son? 50, calm down, he coming Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?! Ah, son, pull off, pull off Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I cant see Im tryin to be what Im destined to be And niggas tryin to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin with me My back on the wall, now you gon see Better watch how you talk when you talk about me ‘Cause Ill come and take your life away Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now man, these pussy niggas puttin money on my head Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I aint dead Im the diamond in the dirt that aint been found Im the underground king, and I aint been crowned When I rhyme, somethin special happened every time Im the greatest, somethin like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles Ive been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do Got a temper, nigga, go head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef aint over Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Sunny days wouldnt be special if it wasnt for rain Joy wouldnt feel so good if it wasnt for pain Death gotta be easy, ‘cause life is hard Itll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This is for my niggas on the block twistin trees in cigars For the niggas on lock doin life behind bars I dont say Only God can judge me, ‘cause I see things clear Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years Im like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Every night I talk to God, but he dont say nothin back I know he protectin me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin TECs on me Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me The feds didnt know much when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked I aint gon spell it out for you mufuckas all the time Are you illiterate, nigga? You cant read between the lines? In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now its clear that Im here for a real reason ‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he aint fuckin breathin Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me

Young Chop on the beat I cant spell sober Im a smoker, Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water Sober, my bitches stay sober Sober Damn, I hate bein sober I hate bein sober Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober On my tour bus we get dumb high, you’s a floor boy Fredo got a hangover he toting a Cobra Last night he was shooting shit up like O-Dog Reesy rollin, Tadoe got hoes on mollies Chief Sosa, Ballout, we high ridin ‘Raris My bitches love drinking, some love smoking Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dutch, she start choking Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober We got 100 pounds of this shit My stash house with them bricks My pockets filled with them stacks My bitch be gone off a flat She a hot tamale when she pop a molly Its time to party, we party hard Drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it We high for sure I came in back of that Rolls Nigga I ain’t stuntin them hoes I trick a bitch to suck dick Trick, what you spend on her, we spend on clothes Too young for me she want Sosa Shooters in the Range Rover Thats GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin bitch its over See my ring chain and my Rolex when I’m flexin Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line I check em See this gangstas shit done to perfection Nigga better, believe me, I make it look easy Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober My weed so strong, my cheese so long Roll so many joints soon I might need a lung Spend so many grands that I might need some bands Thats your bitch, why she acting like she need a man? I’m faded , talking mills cause I made it Talking pounds cause I smoke it Talking game cause I played it I’m wasted , Rose thats my favorite OG kush, you can taste it Buying Cris by the cases I hate being sober Dont smell no one smoking Me and my niggas gon roll up Believe they gon fire on you You think you could roll up You smoke by the ounce Well, bitch, I smoke by the pound ‘cause Damn I hate bein sober , I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker , Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober

Yeah, lets take em back Uh-huh Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl Confusion occurs coming up in the cold world Daddy aint around, probably out committing felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, Check, check out my melody I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nana told me if I passed Id get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs Id get the hat, now thatd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike Different day, same shit, aint nothing good in the hood Id run away from this bitch and never come back if I could Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me On the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires Ill fo-five em, kill a nigga on my song And really do it, thats the true meaning of a ghostwriter 10 Gs will take your daughter out her Air Forces Believe in me, homie, I know all about losses Im from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious One phone callll have your body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys Thats 10 years, I told Pooh in 95 Ill kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s Told Banks when I met him Ima ride And if I gotta die, Id rather homicide I aint have 50 cent when my grandmama died Now Im going back to Cali With my Jacob on, see how time fly? Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me From the beginning to the end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we aint got to pretend The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench Now Im fuckin with 5-0, its all starting to make sense My moms happy, she aint gotta pay the rent And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz Waiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the Range Thinking how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes When theres kids starvin Pac is gone and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage I wanna know whats going on like I hear Marvin No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins Whenever Im in the booth and I get exhausted I think, What if Marie Baker got that abortion? I love you, ma Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hey Em, you know youre my favorite white boy, right? I owe you for this one I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong Im innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 The Lords blessings leave me lyrically inclined Shit, I aint even got to try to shine Gods the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook 50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand, writin lines knowin The Source will quote it When I die, theyll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white mans world, Im similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today, my phonell stop ringin again These industry niggas aint friends, they know how to pretend I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong Youve been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm As you lay on the table, they operatin to save you Its like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy, lets face it, shit, basically Theyre just playin sick, they aint shit, they aint sayin shit—spray em, 50 A to the K, get in the way, Ill bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin with me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryna confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I gettin through to you? You know whats comin? You motherfuckers dont even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts to this rap shit, like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot You put your life in this, nothin like survivin a shot Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit, what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children , its nuclear showers Theres nothin spookier, youre now about to witness the power of fuckin 50 I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong If the gun squad hearin all the shots go off Its 50, they say its 50 See a nigga laid out with his fuckin top blown off Its 50—man, that wasnt 50, dont holla my name You know you shouldnt throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth Cause Ill break your face Have your ass runnin, mumblin to the jake You goin against me, dawg, youre makin a mistake Ill split ya, leave you lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers Im the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper Your bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keepin her icey Im down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94, We dont love them hoes I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the 6 Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, motherfucker I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong

My, yeah, yeah, mmm My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah Yeah, 03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick Now when you hear em it may sound like its some other shit ‘Cause Im not writin anymore, they not makin hits Im far from perfect, theres so many lessons I done learned If moneys evil, look at all the evil I done earned Im doin what Im supposed to Im a writer, Im a fighter, entrepreneur Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—whats it to ya? The track I lace it, its better than basic This is my recovery, my comeback, kid My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah While you were sippin your own Kool-Aid gettin your buzz heavy I was in the fuckin shed, sharpenin my machete Sippin on some of that revenge juice, gettin my taste buds ready To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even? I think you fuckin meatballs keep on just forgettin Thought he was finished, motherfucker, its only the beginnin Hes buggin again, hes straight thuggin, fuck who hes offendin! Hell rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the Motherfuckin wall with 3000 volts of electricity Now take the other end of em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fuckin see Thatll teach you to go voicin your cocksuckin opinion to me I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin Up! You’re gonna end up regrettin you ever betted against me Feels like Ima snap any minute Yeah, its happenin again And Im thinkin about just sayin, Motherfuck everybody thats up in this bitch but 50! ‘Cause this is all I know This is why so hard I go I swear to God I put my heart and soul In this more than anybody knows Im trapped, so all I do is rap But every time I rap Im more trapped And I rap myself right to this bubble Oh I guess its bubble wrap Its like a vicious cycle, my lifes in a crisis Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did? Feels like Im goin psycho again And I might just blow my lid Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid ‘Cause Im runnin in circles with— My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah I havent been this fuckin confused since I was a kid Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did Maybe this is for me, maybe Maybe Im supposed to go crazy Maybe Ill do it 3 a.m. in the morning like Shady Psycho killer, Michael Myers Im on fire like a lighter Try to say this aint classic, get yo ass kicked mad quick Wrap your head up in plastic Pussy, now pick the casket Dirt nap with the maggots, its tragic Its sad, its never gonna end Now we number one again With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin thing livin My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah

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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin P-I-M-P Now, Shorty, she in the club, she dancin for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her, cause they want her I spit a little G, man, and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause Im from New York I aint that nigga tryna holla cause I want some head Im that nigga tryna holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look, baby, this is simple, you cant see You fuckin with me, you fuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin P-I-M-P Im bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin with me, Im a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, Im a P-I-M-P Come get money with me if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, Im a P-I-M-P Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, Im the one you should call Ill be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with aint bout shit Im your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin P-I-M-P I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a ho til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes Im shoppin for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper Man, this ho, you can have her, when Im done I aint gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know This aint no secret, you aint gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose on me, Ill have you strippin in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your ho out of pocket, Ill put a charge on a bitch Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six Ho, make a pimp rich, I aint payin, bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin P-I-M-P Yeah, in Hollywood they say, Theres no bness like show bness In the hood they say, Theres no bness like ho bness, you know? They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster I aint got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch Ha-ha-ha, yeah

Yeah, I was born a misfit Grew up 10 miles from the town of Ipswich Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick Stick to singing, stop rappin like its Christmas And if youre talkin money, then my conversations shiftin My dreams are bigger than just bein on the rich list Might be insanity, but people call it gifted My face is goin numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with Watch how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick Im a private guy and you know nothin bout my business And if I had my 15 minutes, I must have missed em 20 years old is when I came in the game And now its eight years on and you remember the name And if you thought I was good, well, then Im better today But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great I like my shows open-air, Tokyo to Delaware Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked You know I want way more than I already got Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent in the club You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy I can still remember tryna shop a deal From Taco Bell to TRL I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until As fate would have it , became an addict Funny cause I had pop appeal But they said time would tell if Id prevail And all I did was put nine-inch nails In my eyelids now Im seein diamond sales like Im in Zales Without a doubt, by any means If rap was skinny jeans, I couldnt do anything in em Id be splitting seams of denim when Im spitting schemes Which really means, no if, ands, or buts are squeezin in between You sleep on me cause youre only fuckin with me in your dreams Not even when Im on my deathbed Man, I feel like Ed, it isnt time to drop the mic yet So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when Im dead Just popped in my head I said it, then forgot what I said It isnt my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy Aint nobody cold as me, I dress so fresh, so clean You can find me in my whip, rockin my Fendi drip Man, you know just what I mean Shinin, wrist with the rocks on it, Buscemis with locks on it Everything my voice on, this shit knock, dont it? Balenciaga saga, Im in Bergdorf ballin Its just another episode, my hoes, I spoil em She like the fly shit and I like to buy shit Shit, Im gettin stupid money, what else we gon do with money? Bitch, we be ballin out, the king bring you 50 bottles Tonight, we gon blow a check, worry bout your shit tomorrow The turn up be so real, we bout to be super lit Boy, Im kickin straight facts, thats just how we do this shit Tomorrow, we hangin over til we start feelin sober Then its time to start it over, here we go again You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid And its about time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy

Yeah, uh-huh So seductive Ill take you to the candy shop Ill let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, dont you stop Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? Ill have you spendin all you got Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa You could have it your way, how do you want it? You gon back that thing up or should I push up on it? Temperature risin, okay, lets go to the next level Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle Ill break it down for you now, baby, its simple If you be a nympho, I be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, its whatever you into Got the magic stick, Im the love doctor Have your friends teasin you bout how sprung I got you Wanna show me you could work it, baby? No problem Get on top, then get to bounce around like a low rider Im a seasoned vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick Im tryin to explain, baby, the best way I can Ill melt in your mouth, girl, not in your hand Ill take you to the candy shop Ill let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, dont you stop Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? Ill have you spendin all you got Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Girl, what we do And where we do The things we do Are just between me and you, yeah Give it to me, baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo You aint never heard a sound like this before Cause I aint never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door She get to pullin on my zipper Its like its a race, who can get undressed quicker Isnt it ironic, how erotic it is to watch her in thongs? Had me thinkin bout that ass after Im gone I touched the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she whine Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind Long as she aint stoppin, homie, and I aint stoppin Drippin wet with sweat, man, its on and poppin All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, its on And we gon sip til every bubble in every bottle is gone Ill take you to the candy shop Ill let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, dont you stop Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? Ill have you spendin all you got Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Ill let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, dont you stop Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? Ill have you spendin all you got Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa

Look Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Look Its Pop Smoke, niggas know me Keep two fours like Im Kobe Is you ridin or you hidin? If you slidin, then you owe me Run up, catch cold feet Niggas act tough then call police I dont make friends, yeah, I make bands Want some Ray-Bans cause Im a OG This AR be my trophy Shoot first, nigga, shoot back 09, niggas woo back Nigga automatic when the woo clap Shoot first, nigga, shoot back 09, niggas woo back Nigga automatic when the woo clap Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Fifty shots up in this Glock, I wont let up XD, niggas totin Berettas Shoot first and do yourself a favor Report like Im Craig Sager Back out, niggas aint with the bluffin Dread Woo, a nigga shoot you for nothin Ten toes on your block like Im Drummond SKll have a Blixky runnin Its that nigga from the Floss, your bitch right back And I dont politic cause niggas aint like that I drop a slip or two and get a light pack And I dont care if you losin, still fight back Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Mercy on me

She want a Woo nigga She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I told her, Ooh-woo-woo Shawty wanna fuck me inside of the coupe I can take you out everywhere, fuck a jet fare Versace hotel with Versace robe, woah, woah Like you when you let down your hair with no comb And I stay to myself cause I never liked these hoes And she only liked the guap, red light these hoes Why would I waste my time on a shorty that dont got me on the front of her mind? Especially when you get designer and I wine and dine And the Bentley came with the wings like a number nine, yeah Come through, just us two I like you cause you cut how Im cut too Come through, just us two I like you cause you cut how Im cut too She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Thats my kind of bitch, she be sayin some shit Like, When you gon fly me in private, so I can land on that dick? She said, Tricks is for kids, she dont fall for the tricks She can handle her own, she just want some dick Got that big Birkin bag worth five, six figures You might be out your league, can you buy that, nigga? I pull up on her top gone on the Dawn, Im the don You can fuck around, if you want, if you want Out in Bali, big swing, big dress Big ass, make her squirt and make a big mess Before we done, she ask Where we gon do it next? Next, so wet it fucked up the seats in the jet She like all that gangsta shit Top down, ridin round with the blick Who you with? Woo She like all that gangsta shit I said, She like all that gangsta shit She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Let me take you to the candy shop Show you all I got I put diamonds on your chain To match your diamond ring Im 092, nigga, Woo Hate it or love it , its me and you Lets turn nothin into something She said she love Woo niggas Them niggas who gon pull triggers I was fine when I met you Then I sexed you Then I left you Cause your pussy feel the same And I dont got time to waste She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I came in the world cryin and fussin Nigga, we aint have nothin Every ghetto I know the same We trying to make a little change Preacher man come around talkin I dont wanna hear it, keep walkin Ima put the powder in the pot Whip it till Im pullin off a lot Imagine when I pull it off the lot New shit come without a top Once Im on I aint never gon stop Bitch, Im on, I aint never gon stop Im the man, Im the man, Im the man Im the man, Im the man, Im the man Aye, came in the game gettin money Flippin chickens, whip it, gettin money Niggas get to playin with the money Clique bang for the money Shit changed over money They love to see a nigga on the bottom Catch it coming, gotta keep it on the low A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole Wanna break the bitch down into 36 Os Looky here, bitch, Im A-okay Shorty wanna fuck with me Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga Lady, she gon hit my line We aint gon waste no time She sucking and we fucking like she need me While she make a bankroll easy All the light in the room from the T.V We gettin it on then Im gone Its the type of shit that a nigga be on Too much on my mind right now Im on the grind right now Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my nine right now Bitch, Ill blow your mind right now I aint fucking around right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Im a bonafide grade A hustler A1, day 1, they cant touch us Nigga like me, I be with the shit Try and stick me Ima get you hit Yeah, you know just how I get down Bad bitches around, they smoking and they drinking And Im thinking it can all work out Seen your bitch back blown out Its never nothing personal, believe me I fuck around, your bitch dont wanna leave me She talking bout takin flights tonight when Im out of town Not around, she want me to fly in to put it down Its nothing to a real nigga, had that ass flying in first class Cause you seem to be regular, she dont want nothing regular Turn me on when she talk Spanish, that fat ass You know I wanna get with it, so lady lets get it Too much on my mind right now Im on the grind right now Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my nine right now Bitch, Ill blow your mind right now I aint fucking around right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man

Yeah, uh-huh They dont do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins Im round the bullshit like a matador I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That pussy make a weak nigga break down So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from I’m a Southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine You be that next nigga coroners come outline You ain’t made of what I’m made of You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! Visualize everything I needed and dream Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme Guns in your video get you locked in a bing Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up Charity work, parking tickets and no charges Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick Should have been a bitch in pajamas I made my first million fucking dollars Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular Im scared, this shit dont happen to everybody Im on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib Im in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast D colored VS stones around my neck bitch It feels like a nigga dreamin’ Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’ Bulls eye, that’s what we came for The bread, now a nigga run the game boy I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard Aloof livin’, I came up so hard No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! ‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses Living life with no worries My gun got a Zodiac sign, its a Taurus Dont make it slam on you like Amare M-Zone Rida Gang end the story Oops, thats your baby, my bad, Im sorry She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury Everything you arent, fly nigga soaring Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari You so special, bedroom or restroom Just keep performing, go girl About to film a movie, guess whos starring

Hitmaka Ow I see Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey Ima eat that pussy like it’s ice cream Bet you aint met a nigga like me No need to say what I been through He already know what Im into He be reading my mind like it’s simple Got him banging my line like its his too Never gotta worry bout no issues He pay it on time when the rent due Made him ice out my neck and the wrist too Hold down your pussy and your pistol I see Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey Ima eat that pussy like its ice cream Bet you aint met a nigga like me I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin’ me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I can’t leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave ’em alone Why you tryna leave me alone? Im a D-boy, you know that come with doin you wrong Nah, Im playin, you should know that we been in this too long And all your friends really wish that they was on what we on Girl, you know I got that deep stroke, that heart skip a beat stroke That put us both to sleep stroke, forget about him, he broke Serious as they come, I dont play no jokes Middle of the winter, Ill give that ass a heatstroke, yeah I see Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey Ima eat that pussy like its ice cream Bet you aint met a nigga like me I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave em alone Jackrabbit when he put the dick in it How you nut and you barely put the tip in it? Sixty seconds, got him gone, thats a quick minute He aint never felt some pussy with some grip in it Hair done, nails done like a bad bitch Broke niggas turned me to a savage I cant fuck him if he average Way more bad than your last bitch I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave em alone I swear we not tryin Ayy, yo, 4Rest, lets go grab homegirl from the front, you know what Im sayin? Cause, uh Ima need her right here, tuh Hitmaka

This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love Fresh like, uhh, Impala, uhh Chrome hydraulics, 808, drums You dont want, none, nigga better, run When beef is on, Ill pop that, trunk Come get, some, pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Its red-rum, ready, here it come Compton, uhh, Dre found me in the slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin Uhhhh! Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum, got weed on the ton Im bangin with my hand up her dress like, uhh Ill make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna stunt I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade Low pro, so low look like Im ridin on blades In one year mayne, a nigga so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to you just how you like it, girl Youre now rockin with the best Tre pound on my hip, Teflon on my chest They say Im no good, cause Im so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class Im from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, Im just here to get my cash Bougie-ass bitches, you can kiss my ass This is how wedo We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love I put gold Daytonas on that cherry six-fo White walls so clean, look like Im ridin on Vogues Hit one switch mayne, that ass so low Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to you just how you like it, girl Youre now rockin with the best Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest 50, uhh, Bentley, uhh Em came and got a nigga fresh out the slum Automatic, gun, fuck em one-on-one We wrap up your punk ass, stunt and you done Homie, its Game time! You ready? Here it come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk It took two months but 50 got it done Signed with G-Unit, had niggas like, Huh? Dont try to front, Ill leave your ass slumped Thinkin Im a punk get your fuckin head lumped 50 got a, gun! Ready? Here it come Got a sick ven-detta to get this, cheddar Meet my Be-retta, the drama setter Sip Ama-retta, my flow sounds better Than average, on tracks Im a savage, I damage Any nigga tryin to front on my clique

Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment youve all been waiting for In this corner, weighing 175 pounds With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk Okay, lets go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, youll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks Its a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts Now picture us; its ridiculous, you curse at the thought Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words, its picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes Its elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say were the center of attention, its true Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trios back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre! They see that low rider go by, theyre like, Oh my! You aint got to tell me why youre sick cause I know why I dip through in that Six-Trey like, Sick em, Dre! Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. Cause over and above all, its just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again Ill be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Drivin round with a smashed front end, lets cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado? The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent! Its bottle after bottle The money aint a thing when you party with me Its what we into, its simple We ball out of control like you wouldnt believe Im the napalm, the bomb, the Don, Im King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on Im so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan, do what you want Nigga, on and on til the break of what? Get the paper, man, Im cakin, you know I dont give a fuck I spend it like it dont mean nothin Blow it like its supposed to be blown, motherfucker, Im grown I stunt, I style, I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, Move, a bitch move So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk

Yeah! Its my tape man, listen to my tape (Ive waited Ive waited Time went by But all I could do is cry Silly, silly) If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend First we get to talkin, then we get to touchin If we get past the phone games well be fuckin I kiss like the french do, I put my tongue in your ear Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair For me a different scenery just mean a different position In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen In the chopper or on the jet, join the mile high club Im no fool I know money cant buy me love But Im a different type of nigga that make sure that you know Instead of a rose, theres a hundred dozen of those See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine If you aint sure when Im talkin I dont tell you no lies But theres things that you say that have me wonderin why When I dont say what Im thinkin it dont mean that Im shy Got on that shit you picked out for me thats why Im so fly If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend While you in your bubble bath Ill come wash on your back When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk And if Im focused while Im strokin I could change how you walk Thats the swagger you come with when you come from New York Im a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought Separate me from the rest, I feel like Im the best If theres a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice Im as ghetto as it gets girl you know thats right I aint got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets Fore you end up bein round long enough to peep shit I get closer to you, I mean closer than close I get into you, after I take off my clothes Girl I been into you, mentally long before If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend

Woo! Yeah Its 50 a.k.a. Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of livin to do fore I die And I aint got time to waste Lets make it You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You aint no friend of mine , you aint no kin of mine What makes you think that I wont run up on you with a 9? We do this all the time , right now we on the grind So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin nicks and dimes Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine An ass like that gotta be one of a kind I crush em every time, punch em with every line Im fuckin with they mind, I make em press rewind They know they cant shine if Im around to rhyme Been on parole since 94 cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine The Ds ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you dont never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie The fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the cheddar Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon meet my Beretta Now Shorty think Ima sweat her sippin on Amaretto I might hit once, then dead her, I know I can do better She look good, but I know she after my cheddar She tryin to get in my pockets, homie, and I aint gon let her Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in the club doin the same old two-step Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out Cause we dont go nowhere without toast, we thugged out You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you dont never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin Me Im no mobster, me Im no gangsta Me Im no hitman , me Im just me, me Me Im no wanksta, me Im no actor But its me you see on your TV Cause I hustle, baby, this rap shit is so easy Im gettin what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets When you play me close for sure Im gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they gon murk 50, how? We ridin round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AKs and AR-15s Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh? You say you gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin Aha! Damn, homie

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what yall niggas know about the dirty South? One time Lord forgive me, for Ive sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again and again and again When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the Team See, niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow motherfuckers, Ima break it down iller See, Preme was the business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh His hairll get you seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with E-Z Wider, then they aint get blunted Had the whole projects working for 50 on 500 As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize Cat Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap How he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was Just was snitching I aint believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSXR Had the 4-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood dragging jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, dont be surprised Of how freely I throw out names of guys who dealt with pies Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect Them niggas who shot them got em for ten bricks Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave em more bricks Lord forgive me, for Ive sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again and again and again That first verse is just a dose of the shit that Im on Consider this the first chapter in the ghettos Quran I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles in the hood, I started learning Lifes a bitch with a pretty face, but she burning Man Ima get cheese like Chaz then run through whips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tah-Tah Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing Go against crews like Bebo and killers like Pappy Mason A lot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that held down whole complexes like Corley Wall Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion Come around here with your Rollie, you can get robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had Laurelton sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louis Vuitton interior Might sound like Im fantasizing, but son Im dead serious Montana was no dummy, brought business to wash the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian Feds couldnt catch him dirty, so settled for tax evasion Lord forgive me, for Ive sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again and again and again Rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about, yo The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy Jamaican Pauly, Duckie Corley Ronnie Bumps and Chick... shit A lot of niggas flow the way I flow But aint been in the game all their life so dont know who I know Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I aint rich by twenty-six, Ill be dead or in jail Coming up I heard sipping too much boozell leave you confused And if you watch the news you see players in this game that lose Im forgetting Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags In a conversation over shrimp and lobster At Benihanas, heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow dont kill you the MAC will Lord forgive me, for Ive sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again and again and again

Like the fire needs the air I wont burn unless youre there, youre there Oooh I need you Like the fire needs the air I wont burn unless youre there, youre there Oooh I need you Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy You know, its real shit, feel this America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me Black Chukkas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle I tag SPIT over Ramos shit, Im a vandal Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle The women in my life bring confusion and shit So like Nino in New Jack, I holla Cancel that bitch! Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze I built an empire on the low, the NARCs dont know Im the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do O after O, you know? Homie, Im just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you cant see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Nigga, you get in my way while Im trying to get mine And Ill buck you I dont care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Yeah, I dont know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks And black talons start flying when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggas cant fuck with me Man my co-ds call me Chef Boyar-50 Check my logic, smokers dont like seeds in they weed, shit Send me them seeds, Ill grow them what they need Them aint Chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic And Im selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it I sell anything Im a hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes, put it in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you will find Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic If rap was the block or a spot, Id be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me wherever that dope be Getting money man I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Nigga, you get in my way while Im trying to get mine And Ill buck you I dont care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Its the Hustlers Ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin The drama means nothing, its part of the game Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains I upgrade from dirty BS to clean VS Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite your ass out to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but Im back in shape Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake Im like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefnerll tell you he aint got shit on me The feds watch me, icey, they cant stop me Racist, pointing at me, Look at Niggaraci - hello I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Nigga, you get in my way while Im trying to get mine And Ill buck you I dont care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you I want the finer things in my life So I hustle

They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I never took a straight path nowhere, lifes full of twist and turns Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn Im from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers Its hard to get a start in these parts without paper Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven That corner every 15 minutes they moving seven Pure snow, bag it then watch it go Occupational options, get some blow or some hoes Shoot the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack Fuck it, man, in the mean time go ahead and pump a pack This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce That 007, that 62 on my count Im a undercover liar, I lie under the covers Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her baby, I love it Youre my inspiration, youre my motivation Youre the reason that Im moving it with no hesitation They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while I make a move Manuever around the rats and wolves, Im from the school Of hard knocks, shots pop, bodies drop Graveyard, pick a block cause niggas want your spots Im trying to stack shit then I go legit Hollow tip, stuff em in a clip case niggas trip My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties Im supposed to lose, watch me win against the odds All I got is my word, balls and my instinct Im trying to make it, we already made it my friends think We already on top, I got a bigger plan No more controlled substances or hand to hand White collar visions, game changing mission Big risks, big wins, equal bigger living Perfect position, watch me transition From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it

Shady! Yeah Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know but you actin like you dont know You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Now, homie, I say I run it, run it cause Im in control Hpnotiq, Hennessy, a couple shots of Patrón I have you feelin aight, I get you high as a kite Party poppin, shawty says she comin with me tonight I aint shoulder leanin, I aint snappin and poppin Either Im bobbin my head or Im just standin there watchin Im a hustler, I hustle; you can tell that Im paid And I protect what I got, Im in the house with my blade Nigga, you front, you gon get it, okay, now maybe Ive said it Cause I want you to tridip, yeah, I be on that shidit You should see when Im stuntin, I flash the stones to be wantin Push the whip, see me rollin, you can tell that Im holdin Im just doin my thang, you know the Units the gang I got my grimy Shady with me, you front, youll have to get me Off yo ass, I pay the lawsuit and laugh Haha! Its not a big deal, its nothin but some cash Lets go! Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know When me and Fif got together to do this music The more we became enveloped We just developed a fellowship through it Its no pretend shit, its friendship, mi nemesis es su nemesis Same for him, its just media, see to them its just images But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out When its beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out If theres a problem we solve it, if we dont resolve it It usually just evolves into one big brawl And we all get involved in it And we should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it And let it go to whoevers holdin The most current beef on their shoulders And their soldiers got their backs til its over But tonight, we aint come in here to beef with nobody We came to party: Banks, Ca$his, and Mr. Ferrari So its Shady, Aftermizath, back in that ass, you izzask? Come izzon, what kinda fizzuckin quizzestion is that? Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? I said, you know but you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay Slumped over bleedin; J.F.K HK til your chest plate cave Ima ride to the death, do you rep that way? Forever Ima be a Shady 7-4 gangsta Pussy, Ill survive everything you got in that chamber I thrive off of danger, jumpin in all beef You keep talkin shit, now the squad have called me Enough holdin back the steam, Em let off a magazine Dappadon Cappa Queens, mixed in with Ca$his creams Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see Tellin aint my cup of tea, cant tell Im a fuckin G? Im on automatic when Im at it, start static And you splattered, shit shattered, Im a walkin bitch magnet Spit it how I live it, live it all-way to the limit And Im always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it? See… Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know but you actin like you dont know You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know You know who this is Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath Lloyd Banks, Ca$his, Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50 Its a movement, you cant stop it Talk of New York, Tony Yayo

I came in the world cryin and fussin Nigga, we aint have nothin Every ghetto I know the same We tryna make a little change Preacher man come around talkin I dont wanna hear it, keep walkin Ima put the powder in the pot Whip it til Im pullin off a lot Imagine when I pull it off the lot New shit come without a top Once Im on I aint never gon stop Bitch, Im on, I aint never gon stop Im the man, Im the man, Im the man Im the man, Im the man, Im the man Ayy, came in the game gettin money Flippin chickens, whip it, gettin money Niggas get to playin with the money Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money They love to see a nigga on the bottom Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low A nigga plug bless a nigga with a hoe Wanna break the bitch down into 36 Os Looky here, bitch, Im A-okay Shawty wanna fuck with me Strippin, yeah, the jiggy, nigga Later, she gon hit my line We aint gon waste no time She suckin and we fuckin like she need me While she make a bankroll easy All the light in the room from the T.V. We gettin it on then Im gone Its the type of shit that a nigga be on Too much on my mind right now Im on the grind right now Lookin for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my .9 right now Bitch, Ill blow your mind right now I aint fuckin round right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that Bitch, Im the man Ho, Im the man You know Im the man Bitch, Im the man Ho, Im the man You know Im the man Bitch, Im the man Ho, Im the man You know Im the man Bitch, Im the man Ho, Im the man You know Im the man Came in the game gettin money I fuck with all the bitches gettin money But you love playin games with the corny shit Messin with a nigga, only bought it cause I want it You love to see a nigga at the bottom You tried to come up, you dont keep it on the low They like a drug, dont like you to call them hoes Im tryna break a booty down like 36 Os I think I love a big fat A-O-D, make that bitch cum for free Look at mommy shake it, Ima call her, she gon hit my line, fall in love every time But if I dont pay, she gon leave me, never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces And I believe it, I aint think this shit was easy, who am I now? Too much on my mind right now Im on the grind right now Lookin for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my .9 right now Bitch, Ill blow your mind right now I aint fuckin round right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man, you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man, you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man, you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man, you know Im the man Know Im the man, hoe Im the man Think she aint special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw They not on my level, thats why I look at you different, yeah, yeah

Ohh! 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 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

This for all my niggas in the city But this shit really for Queens though Really for Queens though, ya know? Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes Getting money regiment with my gettin money regime Ya nah mean? Yeah, yeah New York Times, come listen to these New York rhymes A southern nigga with a New York mind In the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be Kings Getting to the money, it seems, by any means As I, watch it all pan out, try not to stand out Fish out of water, yet an official reporter Up here, life is a bitch, I blow a kiss at her daughter In the city where niggas will leave your shit outta order So yeah, you heard the news, disturbing news Shot {censored} brother in the head, thank the Lord he aint dead Was in a coma for months, eyes aint opened up once My nigga visibly stressin, a mess, he smoking his blunt What could I say? I cant relate to that, all I do is pray for that This the city of God told me go and make it at I got a date with destiny, Im running late for that Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that The New York Times, yeah The New York Times Extra, extra, read all about it They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you aint been nowhere if you aint been here Hustle hard, yeah it really aint a game mane Same places, different faces on the train mane New York, New York Hop on the F train, took the express train Skip that local shit, my vocals sick, thats how success came Once kings, now we pawns in this chess game Wall Street got black slave blood stains Which means, we built this city And never got scraps while the devil got fat In fact, reparations for niggas in desperation Fuck money, get my kid a real education Blood money spills, had a real revelation Southside make you realize theres still segregation Dont wanna preach, Im just thinking out loud Sometimes I wanna save the world and I be thinking bout how My motive, to lead my niggas to paradise Imagine the world free from pain and we no longer scared at night Far from the crime, the blind leading the blind We dont make it primetime til we dyin The New York Times The New York Times, yeah The New York Times Extra, extra, read all about it They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you aint been nowhere if you aint been here Hustle hard, yeah it really aint a game mane Same places, different faces on the train mane New York, New York How I go from selling reefer and plates To eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake? Shoulda been in the States, property of the Jakes Now Im plotting on profits and properties on the lake Let me properly integrate you to it Show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it Them niggas talk a lot of shit but they aint been through it I done been up in everything, cars you never seen Cities you never heard of, from the streets where they murder Police observe us til they reach the verdict Kill em all, fucking kill em all If you cant send em to the pen, send em to the morgue Send em to the Lord, fuck it, send his broad Hundred shots through the dark but they never hit my heart Nigga, bitch nigga, take a pause Hundred shots through the dark, you can never hit my heart New York Times The New York Times, yeah The New York Times Extra, extra, read all about it They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you aint been no where if you aint been here Hustle hard, yeah it really aint a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New York, New York

Man 1 : Aye, you want some of this shit? Man 2 : Naw, I dont want that shit Man 1 : I dont give a fuck. I dont play that shit, and Im finna buss a cap in a nigga Man 2 : Man, shut the fuck up! Whoa! Slow down, slow down, slow down! You see that brick house right there? Thats the nigga crib. When he come out you gotta tighten his ass up. Ima get in the other car. Aight Car revs up Gunshots If theres beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me Ill ride by and blow ya brains out Theres no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I dont care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court Ill kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie, I aint playing Catch you slipping Ima kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie I aint playing Keep thinking Im candy til ya fucking skull get popped And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-the-box In the hood summer time is the killing season Its hot out this bitch, thats a good enough reason Ive seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding Saying Lord, Jesus help me cause they ass leaking When that window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya little handgun till you run out And you can run for ya backup But them machine gun shells gon tear ya back up Gods on ya side? Shit, Im aight with that Cause we gon reload them clips and come right back Its a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck Look, nigga, dont think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that aint good If you was smart youd be shook of me Cause I get tired of looking for ya Spray ya mama crib and let yo ass look for me If theres beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me Ill ride by and blow ya brains out Theres no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I dont care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court Ill kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie, I aint playing Catch you slipping Ima kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie I aint playing My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I cant wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga, you know the streets talk So therell be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind Im down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today Im happy how my life turned out See the shootouts, I done been in em by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter finna get shot, it wont do him no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bonesll still fucking hurt when it rains Oh, you a pro at playing Battleship? Well, this aint the same Little homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains If theres beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me Ill ride by and blow ya brains out Theres no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I dont care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court Ill kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie, I aint playing Catch you slipping Ima kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie I aint playing After the fist fights its gunfire, boy, you get the best of me If you dont wanna get shot, I suggest you dont go testing me All the wrong Ive done, the Lord still keep on blessing me Finna run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe Yeah, ha ha, aye Dre You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cause the windows on my motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof, nigga Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof, nigga But the Doc said if I get hit, I might get a fucking concussion But better that than a hole in the head right, nigga? Ha ha ha ha

Yeah Haha, yeah Yeah If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure, Ima make it hot, baby I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop Stand alone squeezing my pistol, Im sure that I got em Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes Im 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines Tell niggas, get they money right, cause I got mine And Im around, quit playing, nigga, you cant shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After being hit by the pump—is that what you want? Be easy, nigga—Ill lay your ass out Believe me, nigga—thats what Im about Gangsta! You could find a nigga sitting on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and Im gone If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now, Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure, Ima make it hot, baby Im down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting Cause youll get hit and homicidell be asking, What happened? Oh no, look who crept in with the .44 Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros Eastside, Westside, niggas know, yo, Im loco Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain Niggas dont rob me, they know Im down to die for my chain G-Unit! We get it popping in the hood G-Unit! Motherfucker, whats good? Im waiting on niggas to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, Ill blow em off the map With the MAC, thinking its all rap Till that ass get clapped and Doc say, Its a wrap Its a wrap, nigga If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now, Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure, Ima make it hot, baby I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go ahead, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, Im dirty, dirty Im from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? When the streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game theres ups and downs, so I stay on the grind Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind There aint nothing they could do to stop my shine This is Gods plan, homie, this aint mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents Im the dropout who made more money than his teachers Roofless like the Coupe, but I come with more features I am what I am; you can like it or love it It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, fuck it! If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure, Ima make it hot, baby If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure Ima make it hot, baby Uh-huh Ima make it hot Dr. Dre Aftermath Shady Haha

Woo! Yeah G-G-G-G-G-Unit Ha ha Its easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 dont back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy dont back down Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must cease existing, little nigga, now listen Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin Your little dirty ass kids, Ill fucking erase em Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard Yous a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace And your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge You can buy cars, but you cant buy respect in the hood Maybe Im so disrespectful cause to me youre a mystery I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha ha, pussy Its easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 dont back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy dont back down The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around Thats Ja little punk ass thinking out loud Southside til I die, thats just how I get down Im back in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster Im the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggas they come from Yonkers Its been years and you had the same niggas in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no good I aint never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood Im back better than ever on top of my game Even them country boys saying 50 we feeling you, mane Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne Im New York Citys own bad guy Its easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 dont back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy dont back down I ain’t gonna tell nobody you pussy I ain’t gonna tell nobody you getting extorted Ive been patiently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The 50 Cent Show This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that Im back, you cant sleep, Im a nightmare, huh? You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right? I aint going nowhere, I done told you, nigga Im a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga I know, I know Oh no, he didnt say anything about Ja Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins aint never hurt nobody And yall know big thangs come in small packages, holla Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture They better not put they hands on Jeffrey Okay, just first of all, they do not know that I am a 12 degree pink belt Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery Okay, cause see, they dont know me, Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!

Trilogy Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Go get the strap nigga, go get the strap Fuck that, niggas out here active, blood Whats brackin? Youll never catch us lackin, blood You stupid, you think we aint packin, blood? Fuck wrong with you? I dont like the way you actin, blood Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip Thats his car pullin up, shoot up the whole whip Thats his man, hit him too, that nigga down with him Check his Gram, see who else be hangin around with him He could get it him too, nigga, go get the strap Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at Where they at? Who they with? Them niggas gettin smoked Line em up; they aint hard to find, all them niggas broke O-Dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what? Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tut Big Cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin it Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it Aight, so boom, first up, all yall niggas suck my dick Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mothers lips Ah, ah, ah, niggas runnin out they mouth Yall dead-ass like I wont punch you in your fuckin mouth? Matter of fact, Ima smack fire out you, boy Are you dumb? Ima beat the brakes off you, boy You some, Gas what I smoke, nigga Nah, on this dick your mother choke, nigga Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Go get the strap nigga, go get the strap Man, fuck that, my niggas bout that action, blood Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in, blood They scrappin, my niggas get to clappin, blood Fuck wrong with you? I dont like how you actin, blood I am not gang-gang, I do not gang bang But play me like Im pussy, I will pull up and bang-bang Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon pop out Hop out, uwop out, and air the whole block out Blow the whole stock out, and Im bout what Im bout Im a one-man band, I bring the drum out and dump it Bend your block, one oclock, blowin the trumpet Im with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks Im stupid rich, still doin some stupid shit You niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside Thats the third time youve been got, second time you was shot Your man just aint your man, he saw us first and fuckin ran We on a different type of time, you on some different shit Now nigga, dont you play with me, play with a bitch I aint ran into a problem that I cant fix Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Go get the strap nigga, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Go get the strap nigga, go get the strap

It is not about lyrics anymore It’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it Then so be it, ‘cause nowadays, these kids just Don’t give a shit bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat, and thats it Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJs playing them hits Oh, this my jam! This my shit! We dont know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus ‘Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the songs ginormous, the whole formula’s switched ‘Cause we don’t know anymore what are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap? Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap? And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When thirteen-year-olds control the remotes? And Ashlees got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-pha-sis on our syl-la-la-bles If the emphasis on the compact disc Is in the beat, then I’m gon feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro ‘Cause everywhere I go they love the bling-bling flow Bang-bang, look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing’ cost your man a lot of dough The fuck am I bustin my brain fo? Its just the way the game go and, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow? You bought the shit I guess you to blame, too, I just found an angle No more reality flow I’m tryna time my album dropping with a reality show Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97 And call my publicist, tell her we impressed heaven No one gives a shit except Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet So you want the chatroom or the house in Malibu? Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-la-la-ble They said thirtys the new twenty, funny Must mean fortys the new thirty, interesting Cause ever since then, its been, in a sense, an extension For veteran rappers that are better than half of The shit coming out right now, its all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed JAY said it’s his last, then 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops, what do we got then? So now our whole camps is running around Scrambling over what to do Gambling every time we put a record out Just lookin for that hook Shorty, I love you And you love me too We were meant to be ‘Cause, shorty, you love me And I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you Go shawty, its your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay Its the kid that flip flows who used to flip Os And run G for days, you should see how I get hoes Im international, I get my dick licked round the globe Im sick right into shows, ridin on lolos Puffin on coco, my bitch in Manolos Don’t fuck with the dodos, thats slang for dumb hoes Im playin, I aint got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked, loc Its not a game, me, B, I aint playin, beat behind me playin So you dont hear anyway, you don’t hear what I’m sayin Me fin-nini-na, fee-fi-fididee-yay Just give me my check and I’ll be on my way Sunny, bunny, money and funny You aint even listening, and I just took your money There once was a time everywhere you turned Shady-Aftermath was all you heard But they say 50 sang too much, and Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well, fuck the fuck-offs! All yall eat salt Be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault Oh! New syl-la-la-bles, eat ball, you fuck-offs Your house, your bitch, Im getting sucked off East, South, Midwest, even up North Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost Catch me if you can, I’m runnin past while yall walk Shady made me for bringin it back Fore the history of rap is gone with a snap A snare and a clap, what happened to just spittin Bout livin in the motherfuckin city you at? In the grimiest condition, I breathe in drama King Mathers and Cash—me—thats free karma Im everything, anything you can never be Its a hidden rhyme of the month deep in the beef I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind I repeat every evil deed done of mine No rest contest, contract to sign By blood, Im in this squad for life Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime Im the reason you guys wont say that line I’m crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z I’m Rosemary’s baby, I want you to hate me Shorty, I love you And you love me too We were meant to be ‘Cause, shorty, you love me And I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore Its about a hot beat, a hot beat Its about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot-hot-hot beat and a catchy hook A hot-hot-hot beat and a catchy hook Nobody gives a damn about them syllables Syl-la-la-bles, whatever they are I dont care if you gotta rhyme schmoe, mo, Joe, toe, and glow Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some

The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest 9-to-5 youll ever have You cant learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap, motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? Ha-ha-ha-ha, the rap game, motherfucker! Im a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You shouldve slayed me as a baby, behavin shadier Than Wes Craven and you aint even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily You face me, drunk or sober, you’ll faint fast Im never fucked up to where I cant whoop yo ass Your neckll get snapped with bare hands; fuck music Is he rappin? Its cool, but fools, just dont confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude, then I lose it Im scandalous, Ill blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat thats bigger than Godzillas back, nigga You are not realer, in fact, youll feel the effects Of a crack dealer, yall presidents sends me smack And got a MAC-10 with it, so I aint gotta rap But Im thankful for that, dont mistaken me, black Or youll be stankin in the back of a fuckin Cadillac Ima get snuffed, ‘cause I aint said enough to pipe down Ill pipe down when the White House gets wiped out When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out Lights out, bitch, adiós, goodnight gunshot Now put that in your little pipe and bite down Think for a minute, ‘cause the hype just died down That I wont go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever aint tied down upside down Im all for America; fuck the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? Son of a bitch Take away my gun, Im gonna tuck some other shit Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen-inch blade Shits like a samurai sword; a sensei Shit just dont change to this day Im this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay Uck-say my ick-day, scuse my ig-pay atin-lay But uck-fay you ig-pay This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game And I aint diggin no hole for this rap game Man, Im tellin you: no, it aint happenin This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint diggin no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game I bet youd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity But fuck that! Ima rap til yall all get sick of me And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me Im sayin you motherfuckers dont know us, quit playin If Im broke, then Im breakin up in the place where you layin You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on what I want when I write? So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? Okay, you win, you can say we cant rap But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was wack I walk in that party and just start bustin Right after I hear the last verse of Self Destruction This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome Im low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Youre feelin lucky? Squeeze, I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese with your seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable: a partyin addict They said, No fighting in the club – so I brought me a matic Coughin the static, I jump niggas; call me a rabbit Poppin the tablet and guns that saw you in half with Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin millions look easy Everywhere you turn, you see me You hear me, believe me Before you see my pistol in 3D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911, ‘cause you need the Police to help you believe me I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street niggas twistin my words We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood Cause Proof and Shyne, man, shit, nothing in common The nastiest band with gats in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse; fuck your stature, dog! Nothing to do with hands when I clap at yall Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound Then Im gone outta town fore the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats Matter of fact we can battle for plaques This rap game Im too fuckin retarded I dont give a fuck about my dick Thats why Im datin Lorena Bobbitt My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps Well, I really didnt, but I did according to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezin 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe My little girl, she shouldnt listen to these lyrics Thats why I glued her headphones to her ear To make sure she hear it If rap dont work, Im startin a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50, sing the hook! This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game And I aint diggin no hole for this rap game Man, Im tellin you: no, it aint happenin This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint diggin no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game Yeah, yeah, yeah

If theres any bitches in this room Then theres somethin I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way Ive been down that road And now Im back, sittin on square one Tryin to pick myself up where I started from I never woulda thought that Id see you out of control Even though my penis was deep down in your hole You should know, between us, we was like mates of soul Nothin could intervene us, especially no hoes You was more so the chalant type I chose Til more shows, haunted you nights, I suppose Thats how it go: with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning friends, we decided to roll So whos responsible when you get excited, explode And Obies grinnin, then you invite that Obies cold But bitches they gon talk, niggas they gon hate We established this way before we became mates So whats required is that you chill with all that fire Get your desire when I retire and— Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still aint got a fuckin clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducin you to my daughters Til you went as far as goin and snoopin through my drawers Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Cant believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall, I used to treat you like a groupie broad When we fucked, I refused to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on You started gettin moody on me, pretty soon wed argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And whoda even knew that? Who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them Goddamn darts at me? Its true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are But see, when youre in it, its too hard to see Til you pull up and see some other dudes car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision thats life-altering And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine Ha, ha, yeah right, bitch Spend some time on my dick In most cases, Stats attitude is, Fuck a bitch! My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was different, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in pub-a-lic We sufferin because of this Shawty on some whole nother other shit Tryin to play slick, thinkin Ima trick off grip Ill admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit Feedin you the best of me, I shouldve fed you piss We started off closer than close But who couldve predicted to know Your trifling ways woulda stopped our growth? And the final result, back in that same boat I asked myself: Do I love these hoes? — Nope! Em introduced us: 50, this is Tanya, Tanya, this is 50 Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said, You have very nice lips. With my imagination, I could see her suckin my dick We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast Had her comin over in a cab to give me some ass Downtown Manhattan, on the balcony, stare at the skyline Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind She got to talkin, talkin like an opportunist too Why talk, when suckin my dick is the real career move? Said shes an aspiring actress, she do videos for practice Yeah, yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit? Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine

G-Unit , we in here We could get the drama popping, we dont care Its going down , cause Im around 50 Cent, you know how I gets down, down What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Nah, thats a semi-auto, in a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might wanna play in court But Ill hunt a duck nigga down like its a sport Front on me, Ill cut you, gun-butt you or buck you You getting money, I cant get nothin with ya, then fuck ya Im not the type to get knocked for D.W.I Im the type thatll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me I grew up around some niggas thats not my homies Hundred Gs, I stash it , the MAC, I blast it Ds come, we dump the diesel in battery acid This flows been mastered, the ice, I flash it Jux me, Ill have your mama picking out your casket, bastard Im on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle Blood What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder In December, Ill make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime Im like Patti LaBelle, homie, Im on my own Where I lay my hats my home, Im a rolling stone Cross my path, Ill crush ya, thinking I wont touch ya Ill have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around

Yo, yo, yo, yo, you know who this is, boy, for real The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what Im saying? R.I.P., B.I.G, nigga, R.I.P P.A.C R.I.P.—Enough of that shit, its time to O.D Dont take this shit serious, we just bugging the fuck out One time But yall can take it how yall want it, word The bottom line is: Im a crook with a deal If my record dont sell, Ima rob and steal You better recognize, nigga, Im straight from the street These industry niggas is starting to look like something to eat Ill snatch Kim and tell Puff, You want to see her again? Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fucking an R&B bitch But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit When I apply pressure, son, it aint even funny Im about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight? I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweating staring down the barrel on my nine Since these Harlem World niggas seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, Tell your man Mason Betha, haha Come up off that watch now, I mean, right now The only excuse for being broke is being in jail An entertainer cant make bail, he broke as hell Id rob O.D.B., but thatd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine Id follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold—like four mil? He got something to live for Dont want a nigga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door Ill manhandle Case like Dope, get on the ground You aint with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now? I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me Im a klepto, nah, for real, son, Im sick Im bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now, Im bent, and when I get like this, I dont think About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink Ill rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece and run This nigga weigh four hundred pounds—how he gon catch me, son? Huh? This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? Ill catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound Like, You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before Thats why his ass dont wanna be a player no more My attitude while robbing J.D.? Fuck you, pay me! Had Da Brat with em, shouldve had his gat with him DMX wanna get down? Well, you tell, homie Im on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ, but his shit aint sell I hit the studios, take niggas jewels and leave Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Canibus wanna battle while Im sticking him up Fuck the cab, the coroners picking em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, ayy, nigga, I saw you He said, Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you! Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all; he said, Even my gold teeth? I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep One at a time, get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that Id flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like its mine? Ima keep sticking niggas until Im living Ill rob Boyz II Men like Im Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens Im hungry for real, Im about to stick Mister Cee That nigga still eating off Big first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enough—I told him, Gimme some more If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing Gods people, what! This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? Yo, yo, for real, son, its The Madd Rapper, you know what Im saying? And for real, you know what Im saying, niggas just got to get stuck up, yo—thats just how it goes down It dont matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch It really dont matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it You know what Im saying? Thats just how it go down 50 Cent aint fucking around Trackmasters aint fucking around Crazy Cat aint fucking around The Madd Rapper aint fucking around You know what Im saying? So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not

Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit Damn baby all I need is a lil bit A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that Get it crackin in the club when you hear the shit Drop it like its hot, get to workin that back Girl shake that thing, yeah work that thing Let me see it go up and down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang When you make it go round and round I step up in the club Im like Who you wit? G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique Yeah, Im young, but a nigga from the old school On the dancefloor a nigga doin old moves I dont give a fuck, I do what I wan do I hit your ass up boy, I done warned you Better listen when I talk nigga, dont trip Yo heat in the car, mines in this bitch I aint tryin to beef, Im tryin to get my drink on And my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on Imma kick it at the bar til its time to go Then Imma get in shorty ear and Imma let her know All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show you how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit Get to lickin it, a lil bit This is 50, comin out your stereo Its hard to tell though cause I switched the flow Eyes a little low cause I twist the dro Pockets on swoll cause I move the Os My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze Come get your bitch, she on me dawg She musta heard about the dough Not Captain cmon and Save-a-Ho I get it crunk in the club, Im off the chain Number one on the chart all the time mane When the kid in the house, I turn it out Keep the dancefloor packed thats without a doubt But shorty shake that thang like a pro man She backed it up on me Im like Oh man I got close enough to her so I know she could hear System thumpin, party jumpin, I said loud and clear All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show you how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit Get to lickin it, a lil bit Baby you got me feelin right, you heard me? My momma gone you can spend the night, you heard me? I aint playin Im tryin to fuck tonight, you heard me? Clothes off, face down, ass up, cmon, ha ha All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show you how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit Get to lickin it, a lil bit All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show you how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit Get to lickin it, a lil bit

I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where Im heading cause I know where Ive been The flow is bone crushing, its nothing, I come up with something Come through your strip fronting, stunting Its something you want, 745 chrome spinners Haters hate that Im winning Man, Ive been hot from the beginning Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy Cause I cant control my temper, Im finna catch a felony Pistol in hand, homie, Im down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot you know I aint stopping Til my clip is empty, Im simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy I done lost my bigger nigga and I didnt cry Too young to understand the consequences of a man Living a lie, I gotta get that money Ill be damned if Im bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny 20 years of watching my mama tears got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bong cause I need it These niggas dont want me balling, they want me buried Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried Laying with bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer Cause Im a stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gonna call my number Under my chest is a heart of a lion I aint lying, bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a giant Im running from nothing, my stomach is touching what Im clutching To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion My blood is colder so Im bolder Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder Look in the mirror, I see a soldier Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears This is me, whos gotta be what you see on TV What you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags living fantasies Fronting like its all fun and games til they shoot em up bang And you see your brains hang and you see we aint playing Aint saying we aint laying down at night and aint praying I bullied my way in this game, man, Im done playing Man, Im done saying that Im done playing Ima start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers Theres no way Ima back down like a god damn coward I cant, how would I look as a man bowing to his knees? Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at em, please Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall You wanna see Marshall? Ill show you martial I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts A whole nother side I wanted to not show you So you know youre not dealing with some fucking marshmallow Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose hearts Jell-O cause Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over

Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but thats okay Cause I dont like yall anyway Man, I dont like yall anyway Fuck all yall! I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up, homie? Them bitches who dont know me, they wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me I came in the rap humble, I dont give a fuck now Ill serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown Coke price go up, capsules come down The Ds run in my crib, Im nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracs They keep em on em, right there in they ass crack When I dont like a nigga, I dont pretend to Ill have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu Look, I aint going nowhere so get used to me OGs look at me and see Im what they used to be Im that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick Nigga aint in his right mind going against me My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see Scream, Murda, I dont believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I dont believe you Murda, murda, your lifes on the line Yall niggas dont want no part of me Yall tryna figure out how yall started me You gon make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six Im not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think Im handsome I hate to hear He say, she say shit Unless he say she said she on my dick Its no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up Do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front I stay with the Mac cause niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood, they like, Damn, 50 really spit it on em You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really shitted on em Beef—you dont want none, so dont start none Youre just a small player in this game—play your part, son Scream, Murda, I dont believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I dont believe you Murda, murda, your lifes on the line These cats always escape reality when they rhyme Thats why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car NASCAR, truck with a crash bar And TVs in the dash, pa See em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I aint trying, I aint lying I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up Get outta line, I get you hit up Now if you say my name in your rhyme You better watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now heres a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas Ima say this shit now and never again We aint buddies, we aint partners, and we damn sure aint friends The games you playing—you get killed like that Acting like you all hard—you aint built like that See me when you see me, nigga! WHAT! Scream, Murda, I dont believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I dont believe you Murda, murda, your lifes on the line Yall niggas dont want no parts of me You tryna figure out how yall started me You gon make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six

Hey, you wanna hit this shit? Its that green tongue, Cali bud I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Every time I roll up, niggas holla, Roll up! Then I tell em hold up, you aint getting money You aint smoking in my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man, you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holla get em girls, Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and Im gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The Ds sick, they searched the whip and they cant find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Now if you heard I done started some shit It aint because I be high And if you heard I done let off a clip It aint because I be high But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye I get high as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, yous a goner, nigga I dont smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, dont stare at me, man Id hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans Now let me show you how to greet me When you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you know how to holla G-Unit! Theres no competition, its just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, Im hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I could go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Now, who you know besides me Who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines? You dont want me to be your kids role model Ill teach them how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team, they depend on me when its crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga? Go ahead, get gully See if I wont leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so aint shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I aint hurting, Im aight, nigga, Im doing good I aint got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come

Everything Foreign I know you dont do one night stands So Im the closest thing Now can we fuck and still be friends, though? And if you ever fucked a friend Id be the closest thing So can we fuck and still be friends, though? Bitch, you cant be my girlfriend Got a girl, and my girl got a girl too Scarface crib, its my world too, uh My pillow recognize her perfume Tell her man relax, shell make it home by curfew Tom Ford cologne, I look like Im on Playboy mansion, honey, Im home Backdoor to Oracle, fuck it, Im home King of the Bay, getting dome on my throne, uh Diamond in the rough, uncut gems She not my girlfriend though, we just friends Somehow I fit six all in one Benz All of us fuck buddies, all fuck friends Lookin like a snack, shell devour me Your boyfriends whole salarys my hourly Throwin bands in Miami, its showerin Bad boy, Im the white Mike Lowrey I know you dont do one night stands So Im the closest thing Now can we fuck and still be friends, though? And if you ever fucked a friend Id be the closest thing So can we fuck and still be friends, though? Yeah, T-Raww, yeah I could pull any bitch, man, its automatic Pussy, money, alcohol, Im a big fanatic And my diamonds odee, chains so dramatic Like Im Adam Sandler, she call me Big Daddy Im insane in the brain, what you know bout it? I got shawty and her friend waitin in the lobby Loggin in my account, thats my favorite hobby I like a new bitch with a new body Bad bitch, I need all that Heres my number, you can call that Tell your nigga he can fall back I wanna make you mine, wanna own that Go shawty, its your birthday Simon says, do what I say, ayy Drink it up, I know you thirsty She said, Baby, make it hard, but dont hurt me, ayy I know you dont do one night stands So Im the closest thing Now can we fuck and still be friends, though? And if you ever fucked a friend Id be the closest thing So can we fuck and still be friends, though? Lil mama thirsty, I said thirsty Shawty, they aint fuckin with you on your worst day And she cut a nigga off, give him first aid How the hell she fit the gym in a workday? I got wristwatch, I got big Glock I got bunch of pretty bitches tryna lip-lock See the Rollie on my wrist and it dont tick-tock If you nasty when I fuck you, let my bitch watch I said right cheek, I said left cheek Hit it so good, you gon feel it next week When I kill the pussy, they gon arrest me I be lookin at it like, Dont test me Sit that ass on a nigga like duh-duh-duh I be all up in the pussy til its nothin up there In the nighttime, til the sun up, yeah No pun intended, shawty, you a come-up, yeah, ayy I know you dont do one night stands So Im the closest thing Now can we fuck and still be friends, though? And if you ever fucked a friend Id be the closest thing So can we fuck and still be friends, though?

Ayo, quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin Hey ho, get back to twerkin, back to workin Get back to strippin, they back to tippin Them stacks is fallin, they back to ballin Them bottles is poppin, bitch, the mall is callin us Quit fuckin around, not playin around, bitch, shit is for real Quick makin a stack, bag make us a mill, I mean, get us a deal Bitch, fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel? On the social network when they say a nigga really aint got no chill He think he fuckin my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin nigga Quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin Quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin We pimpin nigga P.I.M.P., who the shotta them? Im the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him Have the homies come through, 400, that be the block Tag yo shit, we goin up on the Instagram Higher than a ceilin fan Im whippin bricks in the kitchen Im flyin shit out the window like I was Peter Pan I handle my own shit, I own shit Alone shit, middle finger to the middle man Anybody that can get it when they want it Finger fuckin bitches, she gon tell me when she cummin 50 in this bitch and I aint askin him for nothin Thats my OG, if a nigga trippin, get to bustin Mo money mean mo problems If your nigga got the money, we gon rob him Boy, Im simply, a P.I.M.P And Ima let it go til the clip go empty He think he fuckin my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin nigga Im gettin big money, starting to get hard to keep a nigga from hatin I’m with a white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial datin This is a new wave, Im a new Wraith, a nigga sit on suede Like Im Special Ed, but I aint Special Ed, bitch, I got it made We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page You know boy in the hoodll have you runnin like Ricky from the 12 gauge You know my bottom bitch, I done told her how to break a nigga 12 ways A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away You hear my name on the street, circulatin, you heard Im cakin These niggas try to compete, perpetratin, whats percolatin? I got game for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down So a ho feel like Im right next to her when a nigga way up town He think he fuckin my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin nigga Quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin Quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin We pimpin nigga

Yeah, its 50 One shot, one kill, whats the deal Yeah, whats the deal Listen lil homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas aint playin, when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, thats when it rains it pours End up wet up, thats when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil homie in my hood, when it rains it pours Aint nothin changed, niggas doin the same ol shit Them new hollow tips in them same ol clips In the projects, niggas fuck with the same ol chicks And somehow, they still think they games so sick Now from the rip, niggas know Im bout my grip I dont trick, man I barely even feed a bitch She say Im stingy, I say, I dont need you bitch Go head leave, see if I chase you, shit! Tell yo mammy, I catch her in the streets Ima get her She know Im on parole, why she call police on a nigga? She just mad, cause a nigga pockets on swole When she ask to borrow some, I say, Hell naw! I was tellin the lil homies all about this shit To keep yo mind on yo money And dont trust no bitch Ke Ke hit high notes, when them pigs came But her ass kinda fat, so niggas treat her the same This is real Lil homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas aint playin, when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, thats when it rains it pours End up wet up, thats when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil homie in my hood, when it rains it pours Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot When homicide outside, nigga Im not This the third time them niggas done circled the block Its money down now, yeah, but damn its hot Theyll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale They say, tell us who caught the body, or you goin to jail Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge And say whats happenin to the captain And whats up to the sarge Fuck bein in a cage man, that shit for the birds Charlie drunk, drinkin wild irish rose on the curb I know a spot full of niggas tryin to bet a few bucks Hopin they number come out, they can have em some luck Two Ace to the deuce, and stumbled off mad Lost his re-up money man, thats all he had Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars And do pull ups in the park, on the monkey bars Mad as fuck Lil homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas aint playin, when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, thats when it rains it pours End up wet up, thats when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil homie in my hood, when it rains it pours (Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off While it thunders and rains)

She want it, I can tell she want it Want me to push up on it fore she know when Im all on it We get the party goin, liquor flowin, this is fire 50 and Jeremih number one, theres nothing higher Get it, get it, work it, work it Break it, break it, down, down Get it, get it, work it, work it Break it, break it, down Okay, she headed to the dance floor and she slowly start to poppin it Somethin like my wrist piece, everybody got to watchin it Girl you got that secret treasure, Im gon put a lock on it Dont care what they say, I would be stupid to be not on it Ms. Vicky, heard you got that sticky Lets go and take nine shots, well just call it 50 And Im gonna licky licky licky til her hicky Ha-ha-have her river runnin, keep you gunnin til you empty Oh, you look so sweet What you work at Ballys? Look at your physique Girl you are a beauty, well-well I am a beast They must have been trippin to have let me off a leash I like the way you grind with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you lookin lonely? Go buy another round and its all on me As long as Im around, put it down on me Just put it down on me, put it down on me Down-down on me, put it down on me Dont throw it off the mound, show me how its gon be Girl all I really want is you down on me System’s thumpin, party jumpin, shorty, she’s a perfect ten She rock her hips then roll her hips then drop it down like it’s nothin She shaped just like an hourglass, see how fast an hour passed Time flies when I’m on that ass but I won’t put your shit on blast Work it like a pro-pro-pro, sit and watch it go-go-go Do her thing all on the flo, she bounce it fast and shake it slow So sexual, incredible, she beautiful, she edible I got her, I won’t let her go, I ain’t seen nothing better yo Look at how she twerk it, the way she work it Make me wanna hit it, hit it, heaven when I’m in it, in it If I do not fit, I’m gonna make it Girl you can take it, don’t stop, get it, get it I like the way you grind with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you lookin lonely? Go buy another round and its all on me As long as Im around, put it down on me Just put it down on me, put it down on me Down-down on me, put it down on me Dont throw it off the mound, show me how its gon be Girl all I really want is you down on me Say you independent get it from your momma Tell me if you with it do you really wanna? Baby when you see me you know I be on it Can you keep it up and put it down up on me? Say you independent, get it from your momma Tell me if you with it, do you really wanna? Baby when you see me, you know I be on it Can you keep it up and, put it down up on me? Down with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you lookin lonely? Oh baby, we can go low Low, yeah I like the way you grind with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you lookin lonely? Go buy another round and its all on me As long as Im around, put it down on me Just put it down on me, put it down on me Down-down on me, put it down on me Dont throw it off the mound, show me how its gon be Girl all I really want is you down on me

Somethin special Unforgettable 50 Cent Justin Timbaland Goddamn, damn She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that its right here for her I wanna see her break it down Im ballin, throwing money round She a working girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money-money, she make it, make it Look at the way she shake it, shake it Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it Have you lusting for it, going crazy, face it Now dont stop, get it, get it The way she shake it make you wanna hit it Think she double-jointed from the way she split it Got your head fucked up from the way she did it She so much more than you used to She know just how to move to seduce you She gon do the right thing and touch the right spots And dance in your lap til ou ready to pop She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, Ill show you where to meet her On the late night, til daylight, the club jumping If you want a good time, she gon give you what you want Let me talk to you Baby, youre so new-age, youre like my new craze Lets get together, maybe we can start a new phase This smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights dont do you justice, baby Why dont you come over here? You got me saying, Ayo! Im tired of using technology Why dont you sit down on top of me? Ayo! Im tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it I gotta give it to her Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you, girl Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop I make it rain for her so she dont stop I aint got to move, I can sit and watch In the fantasy, its plain to see Just how it be, her and me Backstroking, sweat soaking all into my satin sheets When she ready to ride, Im ready to roll Ill be in this bitch til the club close Watching her do her thing on all fours Now that—that there should be gainst the law From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down Know I like when youre hype and you throw it all around Different style, different mood, damn, I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking bout all the things Ill do to you Lets get it poppin, shawty, we could switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen Let me talk to you Baby, youre so new-age, youre like my new craze Lets get together, maybe we can start a new phase This smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights dont do you justice, baby Why dont you come over here? You got me saying, Ayo! Im tired of using technology Why dont you sit down on top of me? Ayo! Im tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it I gotta give it to her Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you girl

Sh-sh-sh, Shady! Aftermath! Haha! G-G-G-G, G-Unit! Haha! ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Get your ass up for the doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the doctor, come on now Here we go, cliff hanger, it’s another club banger Got ya hangin’ on the edge of your seat, get on down Time’s up, game’s over, you lose, I win ’Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Oh yeah, new year, next phase, begin Look who’s got you goin’ crazy again I’m a trend, I set one every time I’m in I go out, and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you something that we already had But once you’re gone, you don’t come back Too bad, you’re off the map now, radar can’t even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around, just playin’ the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin’ and moanin’, whining and bitchin’ Sit and observe, listen, you’ll learn if you pay attention Why 10 multi-platinum albums later, three diamond Worldwide, we’re on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin’ ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk Get it crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot, and jump Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it I don’t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin’ off the hinges We ain’t showin’ off, we just going off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin’? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, ’cause Doc left you all guessin’ So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record We gon’ have this motherfucker hoppin’ in a second That’s why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass ’Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasn’t for rap to bridge the gap may be raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre To pass the mic and we can play the Back and forth all day like the hot potato game That’s why we came to… ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time 50 Cent, come on! Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go It’s no secret, everybody know When Dre’s involved, there’s plenty of money involved And plenty honey’s involved and sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, everyday is just another party From the valleys all the way to them 8 Mile alleys Let’s rally, hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre’s about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You can catch me in the studio, bangin’ out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazing out your speakers So never say never ’cause Shady, Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the The Doc and Shady, no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that a… We came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Yeah, haha! Still Aftermath, 2006! And don’t worry about that Detox album, it’s comin’… We gon’ make Dre do it! Haha! 50 Cent, G-Unit, Obie Trice, D-Twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre! We ain’t leaving, let’s go, haha! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out! Peace! People chanting Eminem’s name Eminem Leaves Slim Shadys Footsteps Oh shit! I almost forgot… Girl screams as Shady pulls out a gun You’re coming with me! Eminem cocks the gun and starts shooting at the audience People start to scream terrified and run Gunshots and shouting Ha ha ha. Bye, bye! Eminem shoots himself See you in hell, fuckers!

Lets go Im surrounded by some real niggas Hey , yessir , Buddah Bless this beat I said I need it This Draco undefeated  Hit your block and then I bleed it Go long, these bullets, he receive it I cant see it  My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like its ether Then I leave her, I cant get caught up, I cant be on Cheaters There go them people, you know what it is Go put the dope up fore they breach us Before they breach us Ima get out this bitch and Im strikin, Im throwin my heater Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin Forever Im livin my life like a bleeder Dope boy Im straight out the Nawf, I came up sellin hard Heroin Im straight from the Nawf, I went, bought me a don I jumped off the porch and went bought me a gun We boardin the jet cause my dawg got a warrant We dont give a fuck, bring the stick, where we goin? Im booted up off that Molly, I cover my gun This stick got a ELO, my aim on point Shootin that Glock give me pain in my joints We shoot a fifty-round drum, honey bun I want two thousand, I want both of they tongues I know how to handle it, bust on my damages These niggas cant run, we gon peel everyone You know where Im from, give a fuck how you come Got a stick in the car and it sound like a bomb I came in this bitch with a mil worth of cash Like Bandicoot, we bout to crash No remorse, I put five to your dash Off the porch, bought a Porsche, then I drag Off the building, them young niggas slide Put up 30, now you do the math If you seek on my son, I wont hide Bullets rain, we give him a bath I said I need it This Draco undefeated Hit your block and then I bleed it Go long, these bullets, he receive it I cant see it My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like its ether Then I leave her, I cant get caught up, I cant be on Cheaters There go them people, you know what it is Go put the dope up fore they breach us Before they breach us Ima get out this bitch and Im strikin, Im throwin my heater Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin Forever Im livin my life like a bleeder From the bando to bandit, we makin it happen I like a bitch bougie but keep me a ratchet Winnings fantastic, Cartiers straight out the plastic Diamonds in all of my glasses Im fuckin more bitches than Magic Straight out the basket, they say them young niggas havin The money too old, its growin maggots, nasty Finger-fuck it with the Magnum Im thinkin they forgot the way we paved We been givin too many niggas these passes Fuck it, drop a bag and cash it Who gonna press em the fastest? Extendo barrel elastic, new attachment, shit get tactic They stole the flow , now they tryna run off with the fashion My neck, I freeze it , just give us the reason Make that smoke look easy Couple blue hunnids with the stones, its bleedin Whats your issue? If you got a trigger, just squeeze it Whole block outside, its a street fest Aint no peace treaty These stones around my Jesus, they aint treated They got me heated Dont play with the gang , they know that we be undefeated I get to squeezin When we talkin beef, they say that they vegan Jumpin, no reason We coppin more ice and tuck in the freezer I said I need it This Draco undefeated Hit your block and then I bleed it Go long, these bullets, he receive it I cant see it My wrist look like a snow cone , make her eat it Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like its ether Then I leave her, I cant get caught up, I cant be on Cheaters There go them people , you know what it is Go put the dope up fore they breach us Before they breach us Ima get out this bitch and Im strikin, Im throwin my heater Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin Forever Im livin my life like a bleeder

Metro Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I kept it solid the whole time I aint never, ever play both sides East side nigga bout gunfire Pull up in a van and the door slide We aint never throwin no white flag Gotta get smoke when the bros die They gon spin til the car hot Dont call my phone til some more die New Maybach, I dont need no key I was in the dirt, you didnt believe in me My attention span too short Dont wait for pussy, you teasin me Bad lil vibe, she pleasin me Spend a whole M, yeah, easily I get the cash and put it up fast I think I got JB in me Edge of the bed, she sit up Suckin on me til she got hiccups Back in the day I did stickups Favorite hotbox was a pick up Say you want smoke, dont pick us Face shot, now you cant get up Candlelight gang, nigga, shut up We known for shootin shit the fuck up Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy I got vibes eatin Addys off ass and titties When theres smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me I got real model bitches tryna R&B me All that cap inside your raps, I aint even play your CD We dont go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV I got your bitch and her BB Hit her in the shower, Mimi Next day she tryna see me Told her Im blind, Stevie Nice girls cant even keep me Need a bad girl like RiRi We dont pump fake, we kill beef 21 Savage, not Jeezy I got your bitch in the yo She in the hills on the coke I pull it out of my pants She put it right in her throat Fish scales smellin like polish They brought it right off the boat Front door, back door king I done probably robbed your bro Come up with a plan, better huddle Left wrist lookin like a puddle When Im in the street, its trouble Thats why I stay in my bubble Brand new Rari so fast, when I stomp the pedal to the floor, it stutter I aint use a rubber and I make eggs, thats why Im chasin this butter Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy I got vibes eatin Addys off ass and titties When theres smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me I got real model bitches tryna R&B me All that cap inside your raps, I aint even play your CD Wont go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV When theres smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 Many men wish death upon— Many men wish death upon— Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I cant see Im tryin to be what Im destined to be And niggas tryin to take my life away The evil man envies the good in others What this means is all hatred is really born from hatred of self And can only serve to aid in ones own destruction This is the downfall of many men

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD These niggas wanna shine like me Rhyme like me They dont walk around with a 9 like me They dont want to do it 3 to 9 like me And aint strong enough to take 9 like me Ayo, you think about shittin on fifty, save it My songs belong in the Bible with King Davids I teach niggas sign language, that ain’t deaf, son you heard that? That mean run Ask around, I aint the one you wanna stunt on, pa Pull through, I throw a fucking cocktail at ya car From the last shootout I got a dimple on my face Its nothing, I can go after Mase fan base Shell hit my jaw, I aint wait for doc to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth spit it out I dont smile a lot cause aint nothin pretty Got a purple heart for war and I aint never left the city Hoes be like Fiddy, you so witty On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P. Diddy You got fat while we starve, its my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still wont learn Wont learn If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of Gods plan So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand Dont think Im crazy cause I dont fear man Cause I fear when I kill a man God wont understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan? I been couldve killt these niggas, Im still waitin In the telly with two whores, Benz with two doors 32 karats in the cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1 Hold me down, nigga, OGs tryin to rock me Ds waiting for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga, dont knock me You need some shit with a banana clip to try and stop me Im the one If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back Good die young, I aint eligible for that I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stay in some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range with a Glock, I shoot better than Kobe See a nigga standing next to me, he probably my Co-D See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon blow me See the flow is like a .38, it’s special yall A country boy tell ya I’m finna to blow I’m more like a pimp than a trick, you know You see, I’m in this for the paper, but I don’t love the hoes Niggas broke in the hood worryin about mines Grown ass men wearing starter kit shines You know em little pieces with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossipin start, Im always the topic You too old for that shit, dawg, won’t you stop it? Shorty, Ive been watching you watching me Now you tell me what you like more, my watch or me? Ha ha If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me

Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back Thats four niggas ridin strapped in grandpas Cadillac The voice in my head say, Fuck all these niggas Then I start thinkin, I should rob all these niggas Man, my homies then wan do whatever I wan do I say I wan eat they say shit we wan eat too Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin on front street With the shines on niggas be lookin like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell um come up off that shit fore we start poppin some more Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Im up early in the mornin, tryna make a move We come in here with me shorty take your lil on the school Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this cake Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe But she 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 sayin daddy come home You was rollin poppin 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 hearin you And the nine will jam right in my hand Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed I got his homies screamin Buck you need to calm down Niggas be gettin killed everytime you come around We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground She askin God, what my baby done did now? Im takin everything, jewellery I want it all Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall Fuck waitin we gon starve waitin on tomorrow So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow Im impatient like a money hungry rap star I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar The macklI have his brains all over the fuckin sidewalk And Ima be on CNN again, it aint my fault March nigga step, right nigga left G-Unit soldier, Im thuggin til my death Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed

Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a 12-gauge shotty And Ja said he shall be The lost forgotten seed of 2Pac To lead this industry into the ways of the man Follow me! Keep my mesh vest as Pacs vest Come get me If you muthafuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah You aint no killa, you a pussy That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy Bitches wearin rags in photos, Jas words bein quoted In The Source, stealin Pacs shit like he just wrote it You loud mouths pray to God, hopin no ones listenin See 50 comin for me, oh my god, ma—my position No onell pay attention to me Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill Ecstasy done got me feelin so invincible And now all of a sudden Im a fuckin madman who screams Like Im Pac, but Im not, enemies, Hennessey Actin like Im great, but Im fake, Im crazy Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shit Im stuck, Im addicted to these drugs, Ima quit Sayin muthafuckas names before somebody fucks me up Aint no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fucka Come get me Motherfucker if you want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Get off that E Fore you try to come and fuck with me Its Aftermath here now Shady Records got it locked La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-locked Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin Institutionalized, my bitches bring me product by the bundles Hustle hard from a cell, G-Unit muthafucka, we ballin Catch me countin cheese and when Im callin, can you accept my call C.O. let me sip on Hennessey, can I sip some more Hell, I done been to jail, I aint scared Mama checkin in my bedroom, I aint there I got a head with no screws in it Muthafuckas thinkin they can stop 50, they losin it Lil nigga named Ja think he live like me Talkin bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit When your lil sweet ass gon come out of the closet? Now he wonderin why DMX blowed him out Next time grown folks talkin, bitch, close your mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real niggas ball to let these bitch niggas beat me Black, yous a muthafuckin punk and you can see me with gloves Quit scarin them fuckin kids with your ugly ass mug And you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want But you and I know whats goin on Nigga payback, Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back Witnessed me strapped with Macs, you know I don’t play that All these old rappers tryin to advance Its all over now, take it like a man Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryna play hate on my shit, man, eat a fat dick Lovin this shit thats how you made me Feelin like I got you niggas crazy Against all odds, hopin my thug muthafuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute Bitch! Ive been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core Hey Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involvin me for Its been a long time comin, like a bless and a check You see 106 and Park fans dont even fuckin respect you Its kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like you thug Runnin around talkin shit that he aint capable of Now let me off this cocksucker whilst we handle you, nigga If I recall, Violator use to manage you, nigga Then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor Theres never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster Dumbass, now whos shootin? Ah made you look You said Bus singin the same old hook, you stupid If yall shootin, I take a look at your man The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam Cheddar Bob ass nigga, start adjustin your plan You let the streets down nigga, pologize to your fans Watch you pull a little stunt like we aint know what it was Little faggot desperate tryin to re-establish a buzz I know the shit is drivin you crazy, you wonderin how The streets aint never want you Beatrice, what you gonna do now? Now if you wanna beef with me, then Im beefin with you I think about the game and what its like and what would it be without you Im finished, I aint tryin to repeat this Just cause Im cool, you shouldnt take my kindness for weakness Oh shit, it was fun Next time you got a problem with me Address me before you try to make shit a public issue, homie Now Ima return back to my regular self And have fun again One Hahaha, BITCH! Haha OUTLAWZ, haha Makaveli the don, haha Since you want to be 2Pac, motherfucker, hahaha 2Pac shoes too big for you to walk in you lil faggot, hahaha

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMAs my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these snakes You see em back in the hood, its cause I see theyre fake I preach a sermon bout the paper like Im Creflo Dollar I pop you punk niggas like I pop my collar Im confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya Missys freaky and Brandys shy, uh Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up Im on now, God damnit, I done came up Now you can find me with the finest hoes Choosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes I got a fetish for the stones, Im heavy on the ice man If I aint got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife fam Get out of line and Im lightin yo ass up Semi-automatics spray I tighten yo ass up - what? Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Slow down little nigga, dont exceed your speed Cause I will put Gs on your fitted like the Negro League I got connects, I dont need no weed I been in L.A. for a year now, so I dont see no seeds After Im done you: clappin the crew Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too In a minute Ima have the jeweler makin my rims spin My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston Nuttin but bling bling in your face boy; thats why my neck Shine like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a bra She at my balls, head first like a soccer star You can only stand next to the man if you proper I take care of birds like an animal doctor I been out and buzzin, niggas just slept on me So Im out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Read the paper, look at the news, we on the front page Yeah we in the Bahamas with AKs on the stage The ice in the Jacob watchll make a broke nigga take somethin So I gotta keep the fo-fifth with no safety button G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin But play the game like they rich, to me the shit funny I know you see me comin; cause on the front of the Maybach It say payback for those that hated on me I hate when niggas claim they bangin a gang You aint a Crip like Snoop, you aint a Blood like Game See I been havin beef, I got my own bulletproof vest Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left Until my last breath, Im sendin niggas bullet holes Innocent bystanders get hit tryna be heroes You know how we roll, everywhere that we go Its Fo-Fos, Calicos, and Desert Eagles, yeah Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs

Suited and booted, Ive been hit by Cupid Im being recruited Im ready for more, Im ready for war Hold your position, load up ammunition I wont fail this mission Cause, baby, Im yours Cause where Im from We live by the love, die by the love We live for the love, die for the love Yeah, I live for you, love, die for you, love Now many men Many, many, many men, wish death upon me Have mercy on me Cause Im just a prisoner of your army of one But Ill fight to the death or until your heart has won Cause where Im from We live for the love, die for the love We live by the love, die by the love Yeah, I live for you, love, die for you, love Which side? This side, you should switch sides On that acting like a bitch side by the way You need to switch sides right away Love side, hate side, never in between Thats what we stand for, yall fall for anything Westside, Westside, by the way Live forever for love or you can die today Cause where Im from We live by the love, die by the love We live for the love, die for the love Yeah, I live for you, love, die for you, love

You dont see me in the hood Thats cause Im doin this, man Niggas, Im still grindin , I still hearin those sirens Im still gettin chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none, because Im writin more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business Im here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this And I cant let yall derail me, man I got Young Kobie, homie, you gotta let go of Obie Cause Obie be back We got them craps goin on and that ac goin on Soon as a nigga touch down, back from tourin Its whatever , put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, its Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese, rhyme til my voice give out This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now Im here, so shut your motherfuckin mouth And show me love, bitch I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night Theres a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice, thats sorta unique Cause you know its me, my poetrys deep And Im Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You cant sit still, its like tryna smoke crack and go to sleep Im strapped, its known any minute I could snap Im the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You cant pay me enough for you to play me, its cockamanie You just aint zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kit and caboodle Im just brutal, its no rumor, Im numero uno Assume it, theres no humor in it no more, you know Im rollin with a swollen bowlin ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me, bitch I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it aint about the flow, its bout the stones and the chain If I was you, Id love me too, I roll like a boss 911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I aint gon front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape Now shorty mama in precinct, hollerin rape Im convinced, man, somethin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil Kim was hot, til she start fuckin with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD and didnt have no beats That boy DAngelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell My back shotsll help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big been taught Charli BMore to deep-throat I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night

Theres not much you could do or say to phase me People think Im a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie Will have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldnt know how to take me If they heard some shit, Id lay the tape fore they erased me I may be a little too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like Im goin too fast cause my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when Im pushing up daisies And gone as long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates Ill be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die-hard fan who embraced me Im thankful for the talent in which God gave me And Im thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily that jumped and chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You aint gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G Youre only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit youve been saving To say to me, you had all this time to think about it Now dont pussy out and try to about face me Cause Ive been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, its never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, its never enough My flows untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You gon say the wrong shit and get your whole face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it Your shit sounds dated, youre overrated Im obligated to study your moves then crush you motherfuckers If Im the best and the worst, then Gods gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy – you payin attention, boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you aint gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, roll it, bag it or chop it Itll get you high over and over, but you gotta cop it When its hot, its hot, your hatin is undeniable, stop it No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, its never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, its never enough

Crip niggas, Blood niggas, eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin Since the West Coast fell off, the streets been watching The West Coast never fell off, I was sleep in Compton Aftermath been here, the beats been knocking Nate Dogg doing his thing, DPG still popping I got California Love, fuckin bitches to that Pac shit And Westside Connection been had it locked, bitch Im in the rear-view, my guns is cocking I put red dots on a nigga head like Rodman All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty, Im back, niggas hate me Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked Got shot, came back, jumped on Dres back Payback, homie, Im bringing C.A. back And I dont do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record labels tryna advance Aftermath bitch, take it like a motherfucking man If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell em where you from If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell em where you from Im low-riding, homie, six-trey Impala Gold Ds spinning, chrome hydraulics Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathing Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini Gangbanging is real, homie, Im living proof Like Snoop Dogg C-walking on top of the Devils roof Rap critics wanna converse about this and that Cause red strings in his Converse, and this a Dre track Keep gibbering and jabbing, I pull the .38 Magnum And get to clickin and clacking Your homies wanna know what happened Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin Prior to rapping, I was drug trafficking In the dope spot, playing John Madden Homie, I aint bragging, I took five You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45 If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell em where you from If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell em where you from New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, Im doing my thing Got me fucking with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens And Buck told me in Cashville, Im good when I come through So I aint gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh Im gangsta—more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now, who got the juice? You niggas is Nutso, Ill take off your roof Leave your ass stretched out like a Cadillac coupe God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit Ive been through I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest And I dont contemplate whether not he left his shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back, Im starting to feel the pressure Im lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell em where you from If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell em where you from

I get money I— I get money I— I get— I get— I get— I get— I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got I took quarter waters, sold it in bottles for two bucks Then, Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions—what the fuck? Have a baby by me, baby—be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes—who the fuck cares? Im stanky-rich, Ima die tryna spend this shit Southsides up in this bitch Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope I did play the block, now I play on boats In the south of France, baby, Saint-Tropez Get a tan, Im already Black; rich, Im already that Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle, rat, shit, fuck the chitter-chat Im the baker, I bake the bread; the barber, I cut your head The marksman, I spray the lead, I bloodclaat-chop your leg Do not fuck with the kid I get biz with the Sig, I come where you live—you dig? I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got You can call this my new shit, but it aint new, though I got rid of my old bitch; now, I got new hoes First, it was the Benzo; now, Im in the Enzo Ferrari—Im sorry, I keep blowing up They call me the cake man, the strawberry-shake man I spray the AR, make your whole clique breakdance Backspin, head-spin, flatline, youre dead, then Nine shells, Mac-10—who wan get it cracking? I was young, I couldnt do good; now, I cant do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag? I just buy the new Jag Now, nigga, why you mad? Oh, you cant do that? Im so forgetful They calling me cocky I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky Its the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like Blaow!, you like my style Ha, ha! Im heading to the bank right now I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York When I come out ofcourt, yeah, I pop the cork I keep it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk In the hood if you ask about me Theyll tell ya Im about my bread Round the world if ya ask about me Theyll tell you they love the kid Ho, hey Ho, hey Ho, hey Ho, hey Ho, hey Ho, hey Ho, hey Ho, hey I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got I— I get money; money, I got Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got I, I get it I, I get it Yeah, yeah

Im trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more Im trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now Im trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin, go tell the Crips I’m Blood Nigga, I be trippin, bitch, I dont give a fuck I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas Come through 2012 XJ on niggas Im an apex predator, nigga, Im stronger Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off? Why the fuck would you be repeating that? Nigga, Im a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June Now who the fuck said I cant rap, Jay? Im in a dope fiends dream, I got it for em raw I got that morphine memories, Ive been breaking the law I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama Im violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama Nah, nah, dont tell me nothing about none of these niggas I smoke all these niggas for this bread Im trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more Im trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now Im trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah Im trying to put this shit away on the low I need a hit a day, think you better get away From my, oh, my, I got a birdie thatll fly From Cali to Kingston, back to NY Snoops smash the kush, from 5 to 9 Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal Gs with the trees and the Cs on my level 5-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge But I aint tripping, Im just flipping my cheese Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your Gs I got it, always kill, always will Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that? Im trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more Im trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now Im trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy 5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, Im coughing Bag full of white 8 balls, Im going golfing Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin Guess thats the life of a yay flipper Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging Now Im breaking down birds on the coffee table Yeah, and half them bitches sold fore they off the table Gotta look, nigga wantin my half, I’m gonna split it The type of nigga work that visit like its a skillet Less Soda, more water, stretching like its elastic Weigh it up in 250s, wrap it up in plastic, yeah Im trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more Im trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now Im trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy Yeah, you know what it is. Its your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that mothafuckin smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in the NY need it give em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit, homie. Yeah, Im Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah! Rastafari!

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Man I’ll get at you! My knife cuts your skin I’ll get at you! Blow shots at your man I’ll get at you! 2Pac don’t pretend I’ll get at you! I’ll put that to an end That damn shit is old, don’t be screamin’ “Get at Me Dog” Have you runnin’ for your life when I match ya part I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal A lil’ nigga hurt his arm, lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine I’ll clap your monkey-ass, yeah black on black crime Big ol’ chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine C’mon on man, you know how I shine I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips, why I don’t hear no shots? That fat nigga thought “Lean Back” was “In da Club” My shit sold eleven mill’, his shit was a dud Jada’ don’t fuck with me, if you wanna eat Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah homey in New York niggas like your vocals But that’s only New York dawg, yo’ ass is local Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Banks’ shit, sells; Buck’s shit, sells Game’s shit, sells; I’m rich as hell Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell He don’t want it with me, he in PC I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank For just a few pennies out my piggy bank Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203 Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see Looked at a picture and says she looks like me Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you, cuz First thing they say about you is you’s a sucker for love This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots After your next move I’ll give you what I got Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money When I get at you I’ll punch out your grill I’ll get at you! Let off that blue steel I’ll get at you! Nigga I’m for real I’ll get at you! Could get yo’ ass killed

That bitch there a door knob, nigga, we all get a turn Fuck you catching feelings for? I mean when your assll learn? That pussy community, community While you be all in her DM, nigga I be all in that BM with her You be all in your feelings bout it Like when I see him Imma kill this nigga Im on three-way like, you hear this nigga? I should take the bitch back and clip the nigga Pussy make him not pay attention You punk bitch go with this nigga I throw bands, bitch, these hoes love me I fuck a bad bitch till she ugly Put the pussy in recovery I’m like, now what you think of me? Niggas goin’ out just to talk to these hoes Blowin’ big bankrolls on clothes Now they wonder where the money at Yeah, the motherfucking money that they had from the re-up gone I dont do no stalkin I dont cuff no hoes, tell a bitch keep walkin I dont do much talkin Right now Im flossin, I do this often Gotta flex on a bitch Tag team, I got next on a bitch I aint stressing a bitch But every now and then I blow a check on a bitch Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch Im too rich for the bitch, Im too rich for the bitch Drop that ho back off at that club, Im too rich for the bitch Im too rich for the bitch, Im too rich for the bitch Now do it, baby, do it, baby Do it, baby, do it Now do it, baby, do it, baby Do it, baby, do it Shawty playin, she lame for that She aint have to put a nigga name in that Beefin over these bitches, not me Nah, nigga, I aint came for that We dont talk to no pillows, nigga We brought all these bitches with us You act like you got all the hoes But all I see is niggas with you She dont like when you pullin on her She like me, Im pullin up I act like I dont want her You act like you cant get enough That bitch there like dopeboys If you got money she goin for it I drink that hoe, her head so good She gon have you there like, oh lawd All this time you aint on I done bought her shit you cant afford She take pictures with your money But you tell her she cant do it All you niggas dont panic Im just tryna understand it I must take these hoes for granted Or you niggas just so romantic Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch Im too rich for the bitch, Im too rich for the bitch Drop that ho back off at that club, Im too rich for the bitch Im too rich for the bitch, Im too rich for the bitch Now do it, baby, do it, baby Do it, baby, do it Now do it, baby, do it, baby Do it, baby, do it

I wanna get to know ya I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of your loving I know it gon drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my loving I know it gon drive you, crazy Im loving how you look in my eyes, swanging them hips when you pass Im visualizing my name tattooed on that ass, baby Jump on this Harley, lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party I think we make a perfect couple, but you think Im trouble Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number She got me feeling like, maybe she the wrong woman Think Ima be chasing a chickenhead, youre on something Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha Ill have you doing what you said that you wont do Make a decision shorty, good things dont last long Your girlfriend keeps showing me that thong Before I head home Ima stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know its on, holla at your boy I wanna get to know ya I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of your loving I know it gon drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my loving I know it gon drive you, crazy Lately shes been frustrated with the baller, wonder why I dont call her Maybe because Im busy and she need someone to spoil her It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know that we friends and nutting more She loves it when Im in town, hate it when Im not around I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound Pictures hitting the ground, just enough to hold us down Im sticking and moving, cruising after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with her frame And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain I wonder if I wasnt an entertainer, would she remain? Surrounding me, hounding me, trying to be my ON-LY Im not your boyfriend, Im your HO-MIE I wanna get to know ya I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of your loving I know it gon drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my loving I know it gon drive you, crazy Yeah.. Dont know what fuck me up more: watching her lick her lips Or watching her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips, man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right? Look, Im legit now, I used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house, big Benz - girl its yours Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws You aint got to look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Dont indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you Cause it means somebodys gon hate you that never saw you Come here, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me Let me ride on you, and you can ride on We can do it all tonight, we can have a ball tonight I wanna get to know ya I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of your loving I know it gon drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my loving I know it gon drive you, crazy I wanna get to know ya I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of your loving I know it gon drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my loving I know it gon drive you, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna understand you, baby I wanna be your lover I wanna understand you, baby...

Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh I aint gon let the people frisk me if Im dirty, homie A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me Yall tryna fuck me over, yall always tryna fuck me over Yall tryna fuck me over Yall always tryna fuck me over Niggas around me, yeah, they hit licks Mix a little red and yellow when they get lit Tryna turn up with a bad bitch Have her in the telly doin freak shit Niggas sell a little bit of everythin Rockin Yacht-Master and the pinky rin Flexing like bitch, if you knew better You fuck with a real nigga and you do better Shawty ass fat like she a stripper That wiggle when she walk make you wanna tip her Bartenders comin, yeah, they move quicker Twenty, thirty bottles to the rich niggas Everythin cool when Im in the room Come with two shooters, not a hunnid goons Nigga, dont trip, you dont want that Boy, you gonna fuck around and get your ass capped I aint gon let the people frisk me if Im dirty, homie A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me Yall tryna fuck me over, yall always tryna fuck me over Yall tryna fuck me over Yall always tryna fuck me over Right before I came into this bitch hot Needed cigarettes, I made a pit stop Spent my life tryna be a good guy Still people want to see me get, got Nothin like it ever was before Hair fallin out, Im twenty years old Got a lot of stress, that you don’t know Still kick it like paint and this shit gold Ayy, pull up in this bitch and I’m flexin Jumpin out the motherfuckin Benz, yeah All these damn diamonds on my necklace Catchin frostbite when I exit So goddamn cold, see your breath, yeah Hundred cigarettes then I exhale Thousand for these fuckin Margielas Hundred thousand chains on my chest, yeah Ice on my rings, ice, yeah, you see me shinin Two hunnid K in jewels this year, you cant tell me nothin And Im gone, I aint never sober Me and 50 got shooters, if you tryna fuck me over, ooh I aint gon let the people frisk me if Im dirty, homie A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me Yall tryna fuck me over, yall always tryna fuck me over Yall tryna fuck me over, yall always tryna fuck me over I aint gon let the people frisk me if Im dirty, homie A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me Yall tryna fuck me over, yall always tryna fuck me over Yall tryna fuck me over, yall always tryna fuck me over

Adrenaline pumpin, heart pacing racing, altercations, we lit Blood drip stain the ground, boy get down, you hit Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip Lettin off, somehow we end up in the same shit And she dont fuck with niggas cause niggas is the reason She got herself inside of this situation in the first place Brooklyn Myrtle Ave. is her birth place Facin the city, quotin Biggie on all her worst days I used to take the train with her so none of these lames get her The danger of livin from where she was at was a plain picture I used to paint pictures on how we could gain riches together Instead of listen, she kinda just blew me off Paid it no mind but it kind of just threw me off I guess I figured everybody want riches and of course But she just wanted a better family because her parents divorced Early, her papa, he was taken by the force Mother on crack and she never had time to bathe her Stead she gave her to her uncle, her brother who played the savior Til the day he started datin this chick That had put him up on mad pills and fuckin up mad bills She told me that one night he had got so fucked up He fell asleep on his sofa, then woke up a new persona And walked inside of her room and told her remove her clothing And forcefully started chokin her and tellin her not to move Fore she could even finish, she broke out in tears and did it Told me that for years, this night was a repetition, a feeling of fear That she couldnt seem to exit or quit it, the feeling was there Started talkin lower as she told me come here She said she had to make choices So she got involved with niggas that make noise with them thangs, you feel Ran off in her uncles spot with the stainless steel Put the burner to his face with this aim to kill And said, she dont fuck with niggas cause niggas is the reason She got herself inside of this situation in the first place Figured that this intimidation was the worst case She sat back and blew six in that boy face gun shots Shot, him, dead Said I want you on my head No, I wont leave you lonely You hold your head up high I wont let go Cause I cant leave you lonely Cant leave you lonely Cant leave you lonely Cant leave you lonely He dont fuck with niggas cause niggas is the reason He got himself inside of this situation in the first place He had no father figure, he told me that his papa got shot in the face And he cant wait to find out who his killer He dedicated his life and now wants to know this To find out who had a motive to kill his only father He felt, it had to be somebody close It couldnt be somebody far away that didnt know him, but take this part in When he was younger, he used to roll with his cousin A woman that used to show him the ropes She used to tell him Dont ever let no nigga or woman touch you And if somebody do then all they would hear was the baka-baka-baka-baka One day, he was on the block rollin Then, this crack fiend woman came to him, told him That she was his mother, man, that shit had him frozen He aint want to believe her til she said, Boy, you got a birthmark above your scrotum A scar up on your eye came from when you was four When you fell off in the road At that point, he looked at her face and he froze She told him hold on, its something she gotta show him She says to him, I was gon wait until you got older But something was on my mind, was pressin, I had to show you The whole block know me and the whole block know you The whole block been knew this story but they aint told you His mom says to him, I hope you know your pop was a good man But he just had some nonsense to him Huh, well, one night, hes fucked up on the pills Im tryna tell him stop but everything Im sayin fails You see, your lil cousin in Brooklyn where we would leave ya, uh I know she love you but the storys more deeper, uh You see, your father used to be a creeper He used to fuck her, used to touch her, used to beat her Used to leave her so confused she would lace her own coke and reefer Wait, I know you wanna interrupt but this get deeper Youve been livin this mission, you tryna figure whos the nigga Or the perpetrator of killin your pops, nigga? When your cousin is the reason he got shot, nigga She put six shots in him out the Glock, nigga His anger was dwellin all on his mind He didnt know what to do, he started grippin his .9 And uh, before he knew it, he aimed it up at his mom And uh, huh- gun shots -he shot her right in the spine He said, This is why my life has been full of lies Dont nobody care for me, fuck it, whats the use in tryin? This Glock on my side, if I put it to my mind I know that Ima die but in Heaven, Ill be alive gun shot Adrenaline pumpin, heart pacing racing, altercations, we lit Blood drip stain the ground, boy get down, you hit Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip Lettin off, somehow we end up in the same shit Stunt, get jumped on, slashed or dumped on Same block you pump on is the spot you get slumped on Tory told me the story, it sounded a little crazy A little Nas, a little 2Pac, Brendas havin a baby How much pressure can you take fore you snap or break? Love turn to hate? Fuck shit or fake, your next move may raise the murder rate From average to savage, to semi-automatics Its tragic how the staticll have us goin at it gun shot Said I want you on my head No, I wont leave you lonely You hold your head up high I wont let go Cause I cant leave you lonely Cant leave you lonely Cant leave you lonely Cant leave you lonely

I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin 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 & Gabbana Shes feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country; think she like me cause 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 the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid Look baby, this is simple, you cant see? You fuckin with me you fuckin with a P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P G-G-G-mixxxx! F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P Doggy style in your mouth for the 2003 And yall know Im from the DPG F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now what you know about me? Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on Im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong Your dead wrong if you think that pimpin gonna die 12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side Im down with that nigga 50 like Im down with blue Yeah, I love you too G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business in Manhattan, I aint fuckin around I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down Thats waiting on me to return So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm. Word They love it when I get to crippin And spitting this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin Dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive Cadillac, wear a perm, cus Im a G That Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P You need to switch over and ride with a star Itll get you far Im a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R Yeah, Im young, but I aint dumb Got some tricks, but I aint one Im a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run I let em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese Even if they gotta freeze, or if its a hundred degrees I keep em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve I aint gotta give em much, theyre happy with Mickey Ds, PIMP We keep it pimpin in the South, you know how it go We drive old-school, white walls with mink floors I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em dizzy Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know That money make the world go round, so lets get mo Its time to show these playas how it should be done You got pimp potential, you might/could be one, G-UNIT! I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P In Hollywood, they say theres no business like show business In the hood, they say, theres no business like ho business They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I aint got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch!

Its the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B We cant be touched nigga, cant you see You do you man cause me Im gon do my thing, you know I do my thing Imma get my drink on and party like its ok Trust me man its ok, bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house theyre like, Oh no 50 got em locin again, they open again Got em sipping on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burning that Backwood Styling and stunting, doing my two step fronting Now Imma tell you what Em told me, homey Just lose the parental discretions advised, this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down Its always off the chain man when Im around I play the block bumping, it was all for the dough I get the club jumping, cause Im sick with flow You know its sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man thats for sure I got the info you already know Man I get it popping in the club, everybody show me love, lets go You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty lets get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey lets get into it You wanna search me for certain but hurry up cause Im thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twisting In the club today for the chick to go both Ways, let me see that ID just for proof With the drink til the burn is gone Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make em sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some Pac shit these tricks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fucking with 50 it makes sense Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holler But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalor Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar Now If I don’t say nothin, let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise Im starving So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, lets go You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty lets get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey lets get into it You already know how it go, I bang, I shine I play, I stay Im going for mine Im young, Im black, Im rich and yes Im ghetto than the motherfucking project steps Im cool, Im calm you looking real stressed Im strapped Im armed kid, hold your head Im known for gat popping, when I got problems I dont run, I just gun you all up But we aint come here to start no drama We just looking for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you dont go off and tell nobody I go down low, Im lying Im trying my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get em in the bed sheets You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty lets get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey lets get into it

Ive been grinding my whole life, nigga Fuck you talking bout? Im talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga You know what Im about Front with my shit better come correct, nigga Fuck you talking bout? Talking about hitting a nigga with this TEC, nigga Yeah, you know what Im talking bout Ive been unwrapping them bricks, nigga Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga Dont worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin, nigga Im still fucking three hos at one time, faded Put my motherfucking game on her, now her minds x-rated I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you Southside nigga to a month in Cancun Huge rocks poking, I dont need an AC Banks going through everything B-I two Gs These niggas rapping now stupid Bragging, they aint never sold a unit Acting like you will never do it Dont wind up on the wall over music I can get it, get it for you for the low Six-fifty nigga for an O Blink, a kilo is out the door Dont fuck around when Im hustling bo Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga Everything cool here til I trip, nigga Having a nigga hit you, your cousin and your bitch, nigga Ive been grinding my whole life, nigga Fuck you talking bout? Im talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga You know what Im about Front with my shit better come correct, nigga Fuck you talking bout? Talking about hitting a nigga with this TEC, nigga Yeah, you know what Im talking bout And Im fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga 50 said we aint never going broke, nigga Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga G-Unit, bitch The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga These hoes aint loyal, want bread winners Hit Perfection, throw bread, nigga S550 getting head, nigga European bitches crazy ass With funny accents, Euros in my back Trunk full of white boy, One Direction On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection One minute Im home, next Im in Rome, nigga Passport gang, my phones on roam, nigga G5 flight, Im in my zone, nigga While your bitch giving me dome, nigga Ive been grinding my whole life, nigga Fuck you talking bout? Im talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga You know what Im about Front with my shit better come correct, nigga Fuck you talking bout? Talking about hitting a nigga with this TEC, nigga Yeah, you know what Im talking bout And Im fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga 50 said we aint never going broke, nigga Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga G-Unit, bitch Rock Os, but you aint even know it Big Roscoe, cant even hold it This hot dough, but I aint even sold it Get your wig split, I aint need to sew it We aint cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga Everything brand new, nigga Ive been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga Big watch, Im big time My neck blink and my whip shine Stick it in the freezer til it get solid All my life Ive been grinding 9th Ward Ive been grinding my whole life, nigga Fuck you talking bout? Im talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga You know what Im about Front with my shit better come correct, nigga Fuck you talking bout? Talking about hitting a nigga with this TEC, nigga Yeah, you know what Im talking bout Yall niggas act like yall dont know what Im talking bout You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out This is the Unit The mighty, mighty Unit G-G-G-G-G-Unit

Yeah, Shady Aftermath G-Unit! I got places to go , got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you You mistakin me for somebody that you should be testin You should be stressin, Im finna fuckin teach you a lesson Rap 101s in session, Em laced the track that Im blessin Smith & Wessons the weapon in case you was guessin, escape lesson Cappin em, kept in my Benz, hot beginnin to end Watch the 22s spin, my hoes they perfect ten I got shot up but I got up and Im back at it again Motherfuckers that thought I wouldnt win pretend to be friends At first you fail, try, try, try, try again Im the best, dont you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, its crazy You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its Shady Aftermath in yo ass, bitch If its not a classic, when its done we trash it Flow I got it mastered, stunt and get yo ass kicked, bastard When measures get drastic, Glocks made out of plastic Cock it, aim it, blast it, run nigga, now stash it I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you If theres a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon Ima drink til I get to that bitch Em and Dre gonna introduce me to the burbs They gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my shit Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat Picture me startin shit , picture me bustin my gat Picture police mad, they aint got a picture of that Picture me bein broke, picture me smokin a stack Picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap Picture me blowin up, now picture me goin back To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that Where Im from its a fact, you gotta watch your back You wear a vest without a gat, yous a target, Jack Hustle hard, money stack , sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back 50 Cent, too much Henny, man Im bent, Im outta here I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you Ha-ha, man, I aint goin to jail, not even to visit a nigga You wanna holler at me, you write me Matter of fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard up in the Mondrian Ridin round in one of Dres Ferraris, nigga Oh, matter of fact, I might be in Detroit ridin down 8 Mile Road You know, to one of Ems joints and shit Ya heard? I got places to go, man, you know Shady/Aftermath, we finna start printin money Puttin Ems face on these motherfuckin bills, shit Aint shit you can do about it

Fifty, fifty Fifty, fifty Fifty, fifty Ferrari, Ferrari Ferrari, Ferrari Ferrari, Ferrari Shooter, shooter Shooter, shooter I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong She said, “you mommy little man,” I said, “yep, uh huh” She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up It was welfare or hustlin, they killed her for that The first shot, bullet wound in my back I’m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I’m fucked up Now I’m on my own, mommy gone Sam said, “you a young boy, why your clothes look so old? You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole You need no new kicks, you need an O” Chop that, bag it, get right back at it That touched me, it hit me in my heart I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380 Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me Whenever shit can go wrong it always will, see Seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope Try to punk me and my gun smoke Look, I’m outta control, my gun go Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to Give ‘em my description, I ain’t bullshittin My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then My next girl was a pain in the ass I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me That’s nine shots, we just call it Fifty Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us Mama said, mama said Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us Mama said, mama said Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn’t get us Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us That’s what mama said, thats what mama said

Ah-ha man! Ayy you know where them niggas be at right? Take me to em All through the hood I keep hearin niggas sayin Im supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin like the shit okay Im gonna ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded Im gonna ride tonight We smokin , straight locn, lockin loadin Somebody gon die tonight This is not new, I been in this position before Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door Different day, same shit, old MAC, new clip 32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip Im a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch em slippin, Ill have em tongue-kissin my TEC Go on, come, test me, pussy boy, dont try it Police response never fast enough to shots fired Dont be stupid, find out who you fuckin with son Fore we find out where yo bitch get her hair and nails done Its elementary, life is but a dream You know row, row your boat, your blood forms a stream After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit You took that paper you take a life or yo life get took bitch Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle Dont know if Im Gods child or Im Satans angel All through the hood I keep hearin niggas sayin Im supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin like the shit okay Im gonna ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded Im gonna ride tonight We smokin, straight locn, lockin loadin Somebody gon die tonight In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit Big said, Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper And pray for my downfall, I understand it all But me, Im a little more flashy a nigga So chances are, Ima have to blast me a nigga Im on that Kevlar vest shit, that Wild Wild West shit Theres 81 one karat stones in my necklace I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wan kill me Every projects in every hood I go, they feel me Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B I dont talk that rich shit, but nigga Im filthy When I come out to play, and my mob aint with me You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me Homeboy, frontin on mell shorten your lifespan Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand Yeah! All through the hood I keep hearin niggas sayin Im supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin like the shit okay Im gonna ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded Im gonna ride tonight We smokin, straight locn, lockin loadin Somebody gon die tonight

50 Cent Ciara Im focused, man You should know this, man Just one dose of me will have you addicted To know me is to love me; I handle my business Any city any town - touch down; I do my thing Im a hustler, baby, I provide by any means Im a great conversationist, you should know what Im about When you look at me baby you should see a way out Out the hood, out the drama, out the Bentley thats on Out the headache an stress you done been through before Its only been three months and I already got it bad So hood that I keep on coming back My girlfriends telling me I dont know how to act But Im telling them, Baby, bye, fall back Hes so good and he knows how to love me But so hood and hes so heavy in the streets Hes my dude and you better get used to things And I dont care what you say about me They say That he does it with the best, runs it in the west Tatted on his chest I like it , I like it And they say Just wait and see Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it I cant leave em alone I tried that good boy game, but the dope boys turning me on Its just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I cant leave em alone I cant leave em alone I tried that game, but the dope boys turning me on Its just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I cant leave em alone So when I had a good guy, he didnt do that much for me Tried to be hard, but that he could never be Always tell me that no one could compare to me But couldnt handle it when other guy was staring at me Now the top lays back so everyone could look at me From the A to hill up in Beverly Hes so fly that he knows how to carry me First class when they talk, we dont hear what they say That he does it with the best, runs it in the west Tatted on his chest I like it , I like it And they say Just wait and see Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it I cant leave em alone I tried that good boy game, but the dope boys turning me on Its just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I cant leave em alone I cant leave em alone I tried that game, but the dope boys turning me on Its just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I cant leave em alone The more I get, the more my ambition; tell me theres more Ill move an eighth for that girl; Ill move a half for that boy Then I flip that kick back Your friends try to confuse but you know what My intentions are good, I cant help it Im hood I wouldnt change if I could, you shouldnt tell me I should Baby ,you should take me as I am An be happy youre my girl cause Im happy Im your man If he gets caught, it just takes one call Ill come running Boy, I promise I will be there for you All my heart, it belongs to you I cant lose you, boy, I just cant leave you alone I cant leave em alone I tried that good boy game, but the dope boys turning me on Its just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I cant leave em alone I cant leave em alone I tried that game, but the dope boys turning me on Its just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I cant leave em alone I cant leave em alone I tried that good boy game, but the dope boys turning me on Its just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I cant leave em alone I cant leave em alone I tried that game, but the dope boys turning me on Its just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I cant leave em alone Its another Darkchild classic, man Leave you all alone Leave you all alone No, no, no Your boy so crazy Oh, oh, oh

Yeah! You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins Here we go! Niggas know what Im about out here I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to You could run your mouth I dont care But if you get too close Im gon clap you Its too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It aint considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day Niggas, when I step up in a bar , faggots wanna look Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like Imma stand here as a man and Let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time Got guns that mourn niggas moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade your gray brain meets Motor City pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z O is an animal, skirts get murked Dont ever let a nigga tell you slugs dont hurt Dont ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard Trust in God cause yous about to get catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret right by the nuts A 4-5 thatll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck Niggas know what Im about out here I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to You could run your mouth I dont care But if you get too close Im gon clap you Its too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It aint considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day But as long as Im here Im gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Povertyll make your ass bet My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun If thats the case, then get a bigger one You dont think I pack the pump cause Im out the hood? Thats a stereotype, like everybody thats Black can jump Im in the white mink, the fabric is done Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from Living lavish Im established, so the cabbagell come Im in the clouds, you dont see me on the train I travel first class, you aint even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name cause I aint going back and forth Your boss and your captain soft Niggas know what Im about out here I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to You could run your mouth I dont care But if you get too close Im gon clap you Its too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It aint considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day Cause we gon bring it to anybody who want it You want it, you gon get it Name em we gon hit em chew em up and spit em out Too much venom and if you roll with em We gon fuck you up with em I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them, You know how we do it when we do How we do it when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assassins Ski mask and gloves consider this as a warning Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorios Little sorry ho ass, go ask B-Real We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real This is no joke, I dont smoke But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke Im an OG, youre fucking with a G.I. Joe Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc Im a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me When I retire Ill be spitting baby food on people At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in? I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog Ill show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog Nobody told you that Im loco, ése? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane Im Slim Sha-D and the D is for deez nuts And you can get each one for free so feast up Ill pee in a cup for three months Im having an E party for Easter please come Cause we gon We gon bring it to anybody who want it You want it, you gon get it You name em and well hit em, chew em up and spit em out Hock-ptui Too much venom and if you roll with em We gon fuck you up with em You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle Im the strongest around, you know how I get down I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy And turn it off before it end cause the bad guy die If you trying to buy guns, Im the nigga to look to So what they got bodies on them? They still look new You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something When I raise my knife, shit, Im fitting to cut something They say I walk like Ron ONeal, and talk like Goldie If the bitch think I love her, the bitch dont know me Hahaha, sorry Kim Niggas know what Im about out here I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to You could run your mouth I dont care But if you get too close Im gon clap you Its too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It aint considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day

Yeah, lets take em back Uh-huh Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy aint around, probably out commitin felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, Check check out My Melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nana told me if I passed Id get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs Id get the hat, now thatd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike Different day, same shit, aint nothin good in the hood Id run away from this bitch and never come back if I could Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine homey until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint goin nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine homey until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint goin nowhere, so you can get to know me I told Dre from the gate Id carry the heat for ya First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole crowd yellin Free Yayo! So niggas better get up outta mine For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine And Im raps MVP Dont make me remind yall what happened in D.C This nigga aint Gotti, he pretend Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend And it seems your lil rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth? Hahaha Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine homey until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint goin nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine homey until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint goin nowhere, so you can get to know me From the beginnin to the end, losers lose, winners win This is real we aint got to pretend The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change, its stayin the same How many of them boys is witcha When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture Im walking with a snub, cause niggas do a lot of slick talkin In the club til they coughin on the rug Aint never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role model is gone snortin up his drug Bad enough they want me to choke My boy just got poked in the throat Now its an RIP shirt in my coat Now Im speedin, reminiscin Holdin my weed in, never listen If I see him Imma lift em And maybe thatll even the score But if not, itll be me on the floor Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine homey until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint goin nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine homey until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint goin nowhere, so you can get to know me I started out at 15, scared as hell I took 30 off a pack and made them sales As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose Sippin Easy Jesus, rockin a leases My momma whipped me when she found my pieces I look back on life and thank God Im blessed We the best on the planet so forget the rest You know Im still nice with my cook game Look man, its a hood thang; thats why Im loved in Brook-lyn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time homey, Im still all good Let me show you what a thug bout, born to die I took the bullets outta 50 put em in my fo-five And I aint even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga who aint seen a royalty check Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine homey until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint goin nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine homey until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint goin nowhere, so you can get to know me

When Im out in N.Y., boy, its blunts and Phillies When Im out in L.A., boy, its wraps and Swishers Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Im in my Lambo, maggot, my fo fo faggot Doors lift up, Im like Go Go Gadget See the shit I got on, homie, Id hate too My Teflon on, boy, my government issue Ill hit your vertebrae, bullets rip through tissues Your wife on the futon hugging that Shih Tzu Homie, you a bitch, you got feminine ways Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got fo fifths and bananas on the Ks And got more whips than a runaway slave Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades When I made fifty mill, Em got paid When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid I aint even gotta rap now, life is made Said I aint even gotta rap, Im filthy, mane Im laughing straight to the bank with this I keep nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll I got the kind of money that the bank cant hold Got it off the street movin bundles and Os Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll Breeze pass with the E-Pass, fuck the toll No more platinum, Im wearing gold Im internationally known as the kid with the flow That brings enough dough, its never enough though Shit I need mo, new shit out the sto Baby blue was old, fresh off the flo Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war Make the purple bring the green in, fuck the law Im oh so raw, Im hot, Im sure Im like the coolest motherfucker around the globe, boy I set the club on fire I told ya Im the general; salute me soldier Im laughing straight to the bank with this Now work it out now, shorty work it out I wanna see you, break it down Now back it up now, you know what Im about Its like a bank job Im in and Im out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Dont be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit Ballin like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich Bring some bitches to the crib, show em what the wood is Your bitch look like Sheneneh, uh-uh, oh my goodness Its 500, that be the block Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops Hol up, Im gettin money, boy Your girl want me cause I got them toys Raris and the Bentleys and Aventadors Double-decker buses and them private jets, I spend it on Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous, Im a pervert I be in that pussy deep, a nigga fuckin up her cervix Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin home from work Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet Because she wanna be on TV with a nigga , I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Dont be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas I-I-I got a hunnid on it She aint faithful to you, nigga Word around town, you know thots get around Nah, she testify, wouldnt trust her, homie I give a fuck what you know, makes no sense, you ho Rolls gas, Royce pedal, pockets on roseo R-Rosetta, my stones aint meant for the home, bitch So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit Ive been playin with the pussy, time to put that thing in Bang it, Im bangin, my binger off safety Im slayin, she taste it, she swallowed, shes wasted F-Fuckin amazin, pump out that bass like freebasin Its a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it Come again, I replay it Speed it up, Im speed racer Bet if you catch her lyin, she gon reverse it cause Shawty wanna leave with a nigga , I bet Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga , I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Dont be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you nigga I bet your bitchll be ready when I say Im finna leave We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just spoiled havin fun After the strokin, I be nuttin in her mouth like this And you come home like, Honey, Im home, come and give me kiss Its not a thing for me, really not a thing for me We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me? All the time, all the time, I be on the grind Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind Its the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it Shawty gon be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet Because she wanna be on TV with a nigga , I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Dont be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas Yall bitchass niggas got me fucked up. Im not fuckin yall niggas. I dont give a fuck who yall is. And I dont give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And yall not givin me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Dont get it fucked up

All I hear is Jimmy want my shit to flop, Dre dont care if I blow Goddamn, all this from fucking selling headphones Chris died, Theo didnt show up to a nigga wake Which indicate the team I thought we built, it was fucking fake Barrys drunk, Barry dump, Barrys in the pen again Im back at the drawing board, somebody call Eminem These days cant believe what you hear on the street That nigga said he owned the team, he only owned a seat Thats fools gold we sold to you fools, I watch you buy it Whats this here some kind of new hustle, I might try it This flow got us all put on so I know Im nice Fucking with the wrong bitches got me cold as ice These niggasll change on you I cant keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me Shawty changed on me Its the Unit, aint nothing changed, yeah Now they hate everything I do I cant help but win, Im a winner, nigga, you changed on me Niggasll change on ya, damn Bitchesll change on ya Uh, guess I gotta stop posting all this money on Instagram They welcome you with open homes and open hands I aint rich like 50, I just know the man Red emoji faces in your text, I know you mad Pitch me a few dollars, more than sure you can When you balling the worlds on your shoulder pads I dont owe you nothing, they busting, you aint bang back You never fronted me nothing I couldnt bring back They gave dap, now they saying you never gave back You never gave me nothing I couldnt pay back Now you talking to the Feds because you aint fed Give a nigga a foot, they want your whole leg Ay Kidd... fuck what he said, tell em get his own bread If niggas got a problem Thats when niggas pull up with long dreads Bumbaclot, man, shooting at your forehead Buck, buck, buck, buck, brrrrrrrrrrah! These niggasll change on you I cant keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me Why you change on me Its the Unit, aint nothing changed, yeah Now they hate everything I do I cant help but win, Im a winner, nigga, you changed on me Niggasll change on ya Bitchesll change on ya They say familys first, but family is the first to get you hurt And these hoes even worse, all these riches is a gift.. ..and a curse Hate running all through the tree, thought they be rooting for me Backstabbing, lies stacking, the truth is gory Forever holding on the grudges from my early struggles They see you go out and get it then want it from you Say youll never be a winner, show up at your parade Outside showing you smiles, inside hoping it fades Rather be low now, money over the stage Sanity over fame, eye-candy calling your name But it changes, their love is dangerous, fog up your aim Its, a million ways to hit them cages shits contagious Forget my favors, Im outta here, flipping pages You slipping backwards going with all the other actors The limelight is hot, I aint ask to be here The money and the power make problems disappear People change like the weather I weather the storm until its better And these fake ass niggas wanna shake my hand Instagram hoes backstage with fans And the snakes in the grass aint a part of my plans Stab me in my back and they say I changed These niggasll change on you I cant keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me Shawty changed on me yeah Now they hate everything I do I cant help but win, Im a winner, nigga, you changed on me Niggasll change on ya, damn Bitchesll change on ya Some of you motherfuckers changed for the worse though Some niggas change for the better Some bitchesll just never change, hahaha Some of these hoesll never change, man, yeah

One, two, three, lets go! Lil mama, show me how you move it Go head, put your back into it Do your thing like it aint nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Lil mama, show me how you move it Go head, put your back into it Do your thing like it aint nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Go, go, go, 50 in the house Bounce, yall already know what Im about The flow sound sick over Dre drums, nigga I aint stupid, I say Doc then my doe come quicker, whoa! Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic Girl, watch, Im like bounce that ass, girl I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here Front in here, well thump in here, oh! So gutter, so ghetto, so hood So gully, so grimey, whats good Outside the Benz on dubs, Im in the club with the snub Dont start nothing, there wont be nothing, uhh Lil mama, show me how you move it Go head, put your back into it Do your thing like it aint nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Lil mama, show me how you move it Go head, put your back into it Do your thing like it aint nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Lets party! Everybody stand up Everybody put your hands up Lets party! Everybody bounce with me Sip champagne and burn a little greenery Its hot! Disco inferno Lets go! Youre now rocking with a pro I get dough to flip dough, to get more fa sho Get my drink on, then get on the dance floor Look, homie, I dont dance, all I do is this Its the same two step wit a lil twist Listen, pimpin, I aint new to this, Im true to this Pay attention, boy, Ill teach you how to do this shit You mix a little Cris with a little Dom Perignon And a little Hennessy, you know we finna carry on Im hollering at these shorties in the club trying to get right We gon be up in this bitch till we break daylight Lil mama, show me how you move it Go head, put your back into it Do your thing like it aint nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Lil mama, show me how you move it Go head, put your back into it Do your thing like it aint nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! You see me shining, lit up with diamonds Cause I stay grindin, uh-huh Homie, you can catch me swooping Bentley coupin switching lanes, haha If you see me rolling, you know Im holding Im bout my paper, yeah Nigga, Im serious, I aint playing Ill embed it in your brain, Im off the chain, G-Unit Next level now, turn it up a notch Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot Front on me, oh no, you know Im loco Hands up on the dance floor, okay, lets go Lil mama, show me how you move it Go head, put your back into it Do your thing like it aint nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Lil mama, show me how you move it Go head, put your back into it Do your thing like it aint nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!

It don’t take much strength to pull a trigger But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living Let’s see ‘em try that Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy The working man is a tough guy Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me When I was feeling like Miller Lite and Ol E But now I ride on some conscious shit I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments Only one I could have a problem with is myself That’s probably why my only competition is myself From today to tomorrow the Doc is just rocking the same drum Fuck the past, though I ain’t forgot where I came from I got the club rocking, uh I got your girl jocking, uh Me and Fif’ still in this bitch, bitch We goin the distance witchu party people, come on Party people say, party people say Ayy It’s a new day It’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Ayy Now, you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better Or push the dough on the liquor store, see where it get ya But me, I got to be on top I said, me I get to be on top I got the street on lock I’m on automatic pilot, aint nobody stopping me Growing up in poverty aint fill my heart with larceny Niggas ride, I don’t hide, I dump to get em off of me I’m a leader, look and see the natural born boss of me They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em I got ‘em; the competition, red-dot em It’s dinner time when the 9 come out It’s off with the chain, off with the ring Move, bang, off with ya brain Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye Marks on the wall It’s now or never at all I’m gonna give it my all Whether I rise or fall True story, I said I’d get rich or die trying I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine Nothing matters but the music, music my first love We paper chasing -- I’m always coming in first, cuz I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching Fuck that, losing aint an option I’m sharp I’m on point The ink from my ballpoint Throwing out my pain I’m back on my A-game I’m focused, for me this is just another victory Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

She work it girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low Shes fine as hell, shes about the dough Doin her thing right on the floor And money money shes makin Look at the way shes shakin Make you wanna touch her, wanna taste her Have you lustin for her Goin crazy, face it Shes so much more than youre used to Knows just how to move, seduce you She gon do the right thing, touch the right spot Dance in your lap til youre ready to pop She always ready When you want it she want it Like a nympho, the info Show you where to meet her On the late night til daylight The club jumpin if you want a good time She gon give you what you want Baby, its a new age Youre like my new craze Lets get together Maybe we can start a new phase This smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights dont do you justice, baby Why dont you come over here? You got me sayin Ayo, Im tired of using technology Why dont you sit down on top of me? Ayo, Im tired of using technology I need you right in front of me In a fantasy, its plain to see Just how we be, you and me Back strokin, sweat soakin All into my sex sheets When she ready to ride, Ill be ready to roll Ill be in this bitch til the club close What should I do on all fours Now that that shit should be against the law Different style, different move Damn, I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinkin bout All the things Id do to you Lets get it poppin shorty We can switch positions From the couch to the counters of my kitchen Baby, its a new age Youre like my new craze Lets get together Maybe we can start a new phase This smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights dont do you justice, baby Why dont you come over here? You got me sayin Ayo, Im tired of using technology Why dont you sit down on top of me? Ayo, Im tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ooh, she wants it Mmm, she wants it, I gotta give it to her She wants it, mmm, she wants it Mmm, she wants it, I gotta give it to her I gotta give it to her Baby, its a new age Youre like my new craze Lets get together Maybe we can start a new phase This smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights dont do you justice, baby Why dont you come over here? You got me sayin Ayo, Im tired of using technology Why dont you sit down on top of me? Ayo, Im tired of using technology I need you right in front of me

Ive got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice I hit the baddest chicks Shorty dont believe me, then come with me tonight And Ill show you magic Magic I got the magic stick Im a freak to the core Get a dose once, you gon want some more My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl This exclusive shit I dont share with the world I have you up early in the mornin, moanin Back shot, proper or low cant stop us Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits Get the position down pat, then its time to switch Ill rock the boat, Ill work the middle I speed it up, straight beat it up .. and I aint in the hood with my toast out locn Im in the telly workin up a sweat strokin Tonights the night, you can fall in love You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up My left strokes the death stroke I got the magic clit I know if I get licked once, I get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you dont believe me, then come with me tonight And Ill show you magic Magic, uh-huh uh-huh I got the magic clit Lil Kim not a whore But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys When it, come to sex dont test my skills Cause my head game have you head over heels Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills Buy matchin Lambos with the same color wheels And I aint out shopping spending dudes C-notes Im in the crib giving niggas deep throat Tonight Lil Kim gon have you in the zone Girls, call ya crib, Im answering the phone Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring Ill do it anywhere, anyhow, Im down for anything Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps This junk in my trunk aint made for chumps When Lil Kims around you dont need to lie Its the Drugs, baby, Im makin ya high! I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice Magic Now put your face in it I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tasting it But I have a thug nigga breakin records And the time is I got the magic box Have that ass trickin after one back shot The minks, the leathers, the CL drop I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice I hit the baddest chicks Shorty dont believe me, then come with me tonight And Ill show you magic Magic I got the magic stick I got the magic clit I know if I get licked once, I get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you dont believe me, then come with me tonight And Ill show you magic magic, uh-huh uh-huh I got the magic clit

She loves me, she loves me not She loves me not The fiends need me, I aint around, they bones ache Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch them shake Im not that genie in a bottle, Im in a bag Take one hit and slide off to the Land of H, man When we first met, I thought youd never doubt me Now, you tryna leave me, you never live without me Girl, Im missing you, come and see me soon Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon Now, put that needle to your arm princess, stick it in, relapse Im back, bitch—dont ever try that All the shit I did for you, I made you feel good We have a love thing, you treatin this like its just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring You broke my heart, you dirty bitch, I wont forget what you did If you give birth, Ill already be in love with your kids Listen, I dont give a damn if your ass starts smokin But we have a bond that is not to be broken We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see youre addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see youre addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be Baby, you know, on the low, your sister been eyein me Im good-looking, so you know, soon, she be trying me Heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl But boy, oh boy, fucking wit me is a whole nother world After that first night she fall in love, then chase the feelin I hung out with Marvin when he wrote Sexual Healing Kurt Cobain—we were good friends; Ozzy Osbourne, too I be with rock stars—see, you lucky Im fucking with you I chilled with Frankie Lymon and Jimi Hendrix crew See, this is new to you, but to me, this aint new I live the lavish life; listen, if the mood is right Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight I never steer you wrong; if you hyper, I make you calm Ill be your incentive, a reason for you to move forward Lets make a date, promise me youll come to see me Even if it means you have to sell your mamas TV I love you—love me back; no one said loving med be easy We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see youre addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see youre addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be I got you barefooted on glass, chasing a dove That monkey on your back symbolizes my love Your friends talk bad about me, bitch, you sit there and listen to em Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional They talk to you when you up; when you down, they got nothing to say But when you call up, I come running, I always take the pain away They set you up to let you down; they crowned you prom queen They know bout me; behind your back, they call you a fucking fiend Can we just be alone so I can kiss and hug you? Push me inside you; no other man can love you like I do Call me Daddy, Ill make you feel good, I mean, real good I find pleasure in pleasing you like a real man should It was written long before us; it was carved in a tree Forever, me and you, baby, we were meant to be Theres more to life than laughter; what brought us together was fate And well be hand in hand when you walk through those pearly gates And to see to that, Ima do whatever it takes We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see youre addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see youre addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be

I 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

Gee willikers, Gatman, they got me surrounded Im on my way I got a GatMan, if theres a problem Ima solve it A nigga movin around with a big-ass revolver And a What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, Ill leave you dearly departed This aint Batman, Robin, Cagney or Lacey Its 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby Put your hands on my peoples Ill react crazy Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe But go head, you try me Ill have your ass hooked up to an IV I leave no witnesses when I ride, B You fuck with me, youll see I react like an animal and tear you apart If a masterpiece was murder Id major in art Niggas know I was wrapped too tight from the start But being a little off landed me on top of the charts So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest Hammer cocked back, hollow tip in the chamber, danger Angerll change ya, and make you aim at -- and squeeze I got a GatMan, if theres a problem Ima solve it A nigga movin around with a big-ass revolver And a Motherfucker, you retarded? You touch 50, Ill leave you dearly departed Were walking away from a beef in which clearly you started I said were walking away, did you hear me? You oughta be thankful that we aint beefin We’re still breathing and just leave it at Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that BAT—mobile It aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be Retaliation, itll be like them Muslim Shiia Somewhere along the line its like me and 50 made a Hes got my back, I got his back Its almost like were kinda like Siamese twins Cause when we beef we pull each other into the bullshit Like were conjoined at the hip, this is unavoidable Some of the shit is squashable; some shitll never boil over Some of it will just simmer at best if left alone But let it be known there will be no sitdowns With no Daves and Zinos There will be no peace discussions with me There aint gonna be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea Just quit fucking with me and Ill gladly quit fucking with you Just spit your sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through Without mentioning me Or the machine of Jimmy Iovine or Dre or 50 Or D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be Or well be with a GatMan, if theres a problem Ima solve it A nigga movin around with a big-ass revolver And a What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, Ill leave you dearly departed Nigga, you get it twisted, you gon get your wig splitted I dont give a fuck, I dont care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie, I just gotta get it Got a money scheme, you plot it, you can count me in Im with it You cross me, you gon make a cemetery visit Thats gangsta, you know me I talk cause I live it Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop, way up the block Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop, the llama pop And it wont stop, you can run call the cops This aint new, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you, I want it Its not a game, perfect aim You feel the flame up against your brain Man its so hot, Ill make you wish it rained I got a GatMan, if theres a problem Ima solve it A nigga movin around with a big-ass revolver And a What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, Ill leave you dearly departed

Oh yeah Look at you, you lil dirty ass nigga you aint shit Ouuh Bongo By The Way They used to tell me that I wouldnt be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Yall niggas aint shit They all act like they aint know bet they know now Im up nigga If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to When you come up how I came up, lifes not gentle See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due I prayed on it, God didnt say nothing back Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna take it You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah If niggas want problems Im sayin this no problem I catch em on the late night and dearly depart em Look back Look where we started from Its all the beginning They aint tell me why we come this far Now they feel it in the air When its 2AM and the sky is filled with stars Driving down the boulevard I remember when... They used to tell me that I wouldnt be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Yall niggas aint shit They all act like they aint know bet they know now Im up nigga I remember all the shit you said to me cause it hurt me Then it helped me cause then I was down to do the dirt See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out And I got all kind of money now Look what you made me Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard Like me when I done dipped in your daughter From playin with Hot Wheels to collecting cars That shit in the duPont REGISTRYs in my yard Somehow the bullshit shifted Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted And I be like Look back Look where we started from Its all the beginning They aint tell me why we come this far Now they feel it in the air When its 2AM and the sky is filled with stars Driving down the boulevard I remember when... They used to tell me that I wouldnt be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Yall niggas aint shit They all act like they aint know bet they know now Im up nigga

CAINE: I needed some rims bad and I knew just how to get them. And I sure as hell wasnt gonna pay for them. All I had to do was to catch some fool slippin and jack his ass RESPONSE: Nigga what the fuck you want from me? CAINE: Nigga, you know what the fuck I want nigga. I want your motherfuckin Daytons, and your motherfuckin stereo, and Ill take a double burger with cheese RESPONSE: What!? We got London on the track! Ugh! I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends I need my money, that dont ever end I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands I wanna be the motherfuckin man Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends I need my money, that dont ever end I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands I wanna be the motherfuckin man Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I’m YG 400 Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I’m YG 400 I want a four door Benz that fit all my friends So I could pull up on a bitch and tell her, “Bitch, get in” Bitch, I want the crib, nobody know where I live Cause that’s where I hide all my shit Diamonds on my wrist, on my neck and other wrist Goddamn, look at this Oh, she want a kid? She wanna trip when I dip Damn, bitch, let me live I wanna be a baller, hit the mall, ring it all up It’s ten Gs, ring it all up Hit the strip club, we make a mess, she clean it all up Black Chyna, clean it all up I do it cause I can, African American They never wanted us to have bands Do you hear what I’m sayin? This was not in they plan But now a young nigga got bands and... I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends I need my money, that dont ever end I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands I wanna be the motherfuckin man Bitch, I want a Benz, I wanna look good with my friends I need my money, that dont ever end I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands I wanna be the motherfuckin man Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I’m NH 600 Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I’m NH 600 I want an all-black Benz without no tints So you can see the gold glow when the sun shine in Put Pirellis on stocks, I don’t want no rims Want a big stash spot to put this four-five in, I want All my niggas ballin in the fast lane Hundred some thick when we pull up to the valet Park and hop out with the mad face Cause niggas think shit turned down since the cash came Oh, fuck that, heard shots then we bust back Bulletproof everything, you can trust that You done it like we done it, I suggest that Cause would you rather be the victim or the suspect? Oh, no, I came too far Changed my ways, no, I change my broad Chase my change, never change my squad And stack til I can change my car, cause I wanna Benz! I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends I need my money, that dont ever end I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands I wanna be the motherfuckin man Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends I need my money, that dont ever end I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands I wanna be the motherfuckin man Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I’m YG 400 Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds It’s Fifty, bitch, I keep it one hunnid! We blew a hunnid Gs on some bitches out in Vegas It’s YG and Fifty, niggas know they can’t fade it She get the seven digits, she could say she hit the jackpot Accountants ain’t counting money coming out the crack spots Come through in a motorcade, bitch, we shut your block down Foreigns everywhere, you know a nigga on top now We tipping, bitches stripping, bust it open for a real nigga You thinking she won’t, I’m thinking hell yeah, she will Figure there’s gonna be a party right after the party She may menage with somebody Cause we got bitches with us that’s bringing more bitches, get it? I bet you your bitch be with it, she come through she gon get it This is nothing personal, now why would this be hurting you? Bottles popping, pussy popping, mollies in the water Crazy shit that we be doing with somebody daughter Have me thinking, Damn, nigga, we be out of order We turn up til they have to call the law on us I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends I need my money, that dont ever end I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands I wanna be the motherfuckin man Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends I need my money, that dont ever end I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands I wanna be the motherfuckin man Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I’m YG 400 Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I’m YG

Oh, dont even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Aint nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill And I dont want to, nigga, but I will if I got to Kill, if niggas get to fucking around If niggas get to fucking around Yeah, respect come from admiration and fear You can admire me or you could catch one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line then nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, an infantry Im built for this mentally Thats why Im the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, Ill be the end of you Forget your enemies and think of what your friendsll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler and Kochll tear half of your ass off Im not for the games, Im not for all the playing The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lines or get the message from the nine Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine I let twenty-one shots off at the same time, yeah Oh, dont even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Aint nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill And I dont want to, nigga, but I will if I got to Kill, if niggas get to fucking around If niggas get to fucking around Yeah, where Im from death is always in the air, homie Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me I come creeping through the hood wearing Teflon Hit the corners, motherfuckers get left on Niggas know, if not, they better check my background Try and stick me Ill fill your back with MAC rounds Ask Preme, nigga, 50 dont back down I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house Cross the line, boy, Ima air ya ass out Screw your face at me I wanna know what thats bout Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up And if you are, fuck you cause I aint change up The O.G.s wanna talk, but I dont know these niggas And I aint did no business with em, I dont owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it cause I grind All across the globe like the worlds mine, yeh Oh, dont even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Aint nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill And I dont want to, nigga, but I will if I got to Kill, if niggas get to fucking around If niggas get to fucking around Konvict Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance And seen a MAC aiming at your head, man? Before you know it life is flashing, reminiscing And your body is dripping and full of lead, mane I done been there, I done copped that It aint never been a question, Im bout that Dont go there, you get clapped at And if you plan to fuck around and re-route that Youll never catch me riding around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons unloaded will unleash Stash up under the carpet like a can of sea breeze 50 dont make me ride on these niggas Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 dont make me ride on these niggas Cause I be long gone like The Ripper so Oh, dont even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Aint nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill And I dont want to, nigga, but I will if I got to Kill, if niggas get to fucking around If niggas get to fucking around

{Sniff sniff} Son, you smell that? Whats that? I smell pussy! I smell pussy! I smell pussy! I smell pussy! Yall niggas is pussy!!!!! Im falling out nigga now watch me Aint nothing you can do to stop me Yall niggas get so emotional You remind me of my bitch... Haha Its not of my nature to make a commitment, so let me breathe What she doesnt understand, catch attitudes when I leave her My other relations just make it harder for me to accept her as my own She tries to tie up my phone and Im not at home, shes thinking Im not alone Probably out trying to bone anything in the street I let her know she can leave I aint trying to tie her up But see its hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me Mami Im not your regular nigga I know the game But I dont play by the rules Im focusing on my moves That way I will never lose See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s You say I confuse you play little trick with your head Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed Hun, Im not here to tease you, mislead you, or sell you dreams I cant say I love you I dont know what that means Im a PIMP!!!! Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy When I first met her, I did anything to get her Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up But couldnt get off, cause your baby would stay up She even crashed the whip, trying to switch in the third lane Thats when I realized, this bitch was a bird brain A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison Sing-Sing is where he been in She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil Motorbikes and grams of fishscale So 9-to-5 niggas was no frills Turning young niggas with principles to old men with debts And all the prank calls was death threats That bitch got the best sex - all across the globe And the bitch head game was out of control Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy I wonder when Im gone if you miss me Or do you miss that Dom Perignon and that Cristy? Im fucking with you Im feeling your shape, Im feeling your eyes Later on, Im feeling your ass and feeling your thighs Sweetheart, you book smart and street smart I knew you was my type from the very, very start Im in to tongue kissing, foreplay all day Momma aint home so the noise is okay ODB - you know we like it the raw way Latex, safe sex, no hickies on the neck Now youre learning The Lords blessings make me wiser as the worlds turning My tongue touch the right spot, Ill have your toes curling Whether we just kicking it or we sexing Im a pro, baby girl, I spit game to perfection So when niggas make mistakes I correct em and When niggas get out of line I check them, man, haha Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy

Its on now, nigga Welcome to hell My hood, theres no telling What they do to you Across the street from Lucifer, hes only tough who... Stupid nigga, you be using the blame When the fif start to flame youll be losing your brain And your boss is a bitch He snitched on Levar Junebugs a fucking flunky I dont trust him, either Eeney meeney miney mo Catch a piggy by the toe Click clack pow, officer down Eeney meeney miney mo Catch a piggy by the toe Click clack pow, officer down And your boss is a bitch He snitched on Levar Junebugs a fucking flunky I dont trust him, either On the block, knocking down, taking shit getting real In the block takin streets, Spin head for the hills Now you talk that shit, but is you bout it dog Respect the full rank, you aint know lil dog Eeney meeney miney mo If you catch a piggie when you get it let it go And get on down along the road Eeney meeney miney mo Eeney meeney miney mo Aaaaah Officer down

Ohhhh oooh!!! Whoa Whoa oooh oooh oooh!!! Ive waited, yeah!!! If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Can I be your best friend if you promise youll be mine? They say hes just a friend Now, girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin If we get past the phone games well be fuckin I kiss like the french then put my tongue in your ear Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair For me a different scenery just means a different position In the tub or on the sink, I improvise now listen In the chopper or on the jet, join the mile high club Im no fool I know money cant buy me love You said that I could call you whenever I needed someone to listen to me Thats why Im here standin by your side cause you always come through for me So many others tried to be where you are but they just wanted to do me Glad you took your time and now Im satisfied thats why I want you all to me Cause if you were my best friend, I want you round all the time Can I be your best friend, I promise boy youll be mine I said hes just a friend, baby its not pretend Either he is or he aint my man, I said hes just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Can I be your best friend, if you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend While you in your bubble bath Ill come wash on your back When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk And if Im focused while Im strokin I could change how you walk Theres a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York Im a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought Separate, come on Im not afraid to explore my body - oooh, gimme that feelin Now we can watch some TV or play a CD; baby that sexual healin You tried to sing to me; youre never on the key, but you do it just to appease me I rather spend my time wastin time with you; oooh wee you make it so easy Cause if you were my best friend, I want you round all the time Can I be your best friend, I promise boy you will be mine I said hes just a friend Baby its not pretend Either he is or he aint my man, I said hes just a friend We been better than friends, for a long time Aint no need to pretend, youll always be mine We been better than friends, for a long time Aint no need to pretend, youll always be mine If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Can I be your best friend, if you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend

Man! Lets go Hey yo, Fif! Yeah? Call em and tell em... Its time to hate us again Were back! Haha! Jimmy can crack corn, but I dont care My enemies crack corn, but I dont care You can be Black, white, or albino, yeah You can have cornrows inside your hair I give a fuck if I dont like your stare This bottle of wine goes upside your head A little bit psycho, but I know that Think you just dont say it and I wont say it See, if you dont brag, then I dont brag I know Im bad as long as I know Im bad I dont need yall to co-sign no shit You can just keep makin them tired old threats A little bit like The Boy Who Cried Wolf, yeah See me, but dont dare to try no shit Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers The rattlesnakes right there to bite your ass And I can be so quiet and strike so fast Like lightening bolts, right out the sky, go bad From out of nowhere, you might just find your career Come to it, and Im just like See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmys can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is D12 at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like You jealous little fucks beg for my attention, but I done told you once, Im not the kind of attention you want If I tell you twice, then I wont be so nice If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit Knowin deep down, they really just wanna squash it Cause no one wants to walk around, steppin in dog shit And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it But the pride wont let em, insides like Go get em And Im just like Why youre tryin to fight momentum? We just keep winnin, by landslides, oh, and um Shady Limiteds, in any size yo denim To velour, even our clothing lines on fire As 50 would say Our clothing lines on Fiyaa Meanwhile, your minds on us, like mines on Mariah And yall is just like her, youre all fucking liars But Ill just keep fucking you like I fucked her Right in the ass with K-Y, yes, sir! So full of joy, boy, am I absurd? Even Chingy would tell you: That boy dont curr See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmys can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is G-Unit at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like Your homie got clapped on, man, I dont care The cops in my nana crib, but Im not there It is what it is, dawg, man, lifes not fair Your friends shouldve known not to front round here Listen, kid, where Im from, the wolves smell fear Theyll strip your ass of your jewels right here Man, Ima say this one time, now get this clear Man, you can catch a hot one like outta nowhere A beautiful day without drama is rare Your girls a freak, man, sometimes we share Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare You probably heard about me, Im a sho nuff player In the hood politicin, like Im runnin for mayor Ridin, winin, dinin and shinin, know what Im sayin? I aint got time for fuckin around, and horseplayin Im makin hits, my homies takin hits, whos stayin See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmys can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is D12 at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like Haha, haha Yeah! Its The Re-Up! Haha God, I love it You know you hate that laugh, dont you? Haha, haha Keep doin it Do it again What? The laugh Oh, haha, haha! I like that Haha, haha, haha, haha Hehehe You dont think theyre gonna think were really crazy, right?

I can hear your heartbeat, youre scared Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, youre scared I can hear your heartbeat, youre scared Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, youre scared You see Im a psycho , a sicko Im crazy I said I got my knife pulled Ill kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up Locked up , then cage me Ill come back bigger Stronger and angry Yeah, look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me Ill get to you A clip or two, Ill cripple you just cause I aint got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back Ill blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest, Ill make a mess The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood til EMS Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven The system I done been through, it is nothing new to it to me They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection Its murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics But they cant find a fingerprint, the shits going terrific Get so close on your target that its really hard to miss it You see Im a psycho , a sicko Im crazy I said I got my knife pulled Ill kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up Locked up , then cage me Ill come back bigger Stronger and angry Man, these are average raps, Im keeping the savage batch hid In the can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid You pop off the top, its like opening vats of acid Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah, theres something to jack a batch in Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins Dead fetus is falling out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl, I can see that youre nervous But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out? Its past your curfew when its dark, Im searching for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops You see Im a psycho , a sicko Im crazy I said I got my knife pulled Ill kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up Locked up , then cage me Ill come back bigger Stronger and angry Yeah, Im as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me Killing so villainously Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers You know what were like on the motherfucking mic so try us And youre gonna find out what the fuck were like with pliers Its operation time, they got him hooked up to wires Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead He must aint know, but now we know how Shady the Math is Even murderous tactics get better with practice Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn Im debating mutilating the lady Youve been waiting for Shady and Fif, aint no duplicating it, baby Theres a baby in the dryer, theres a torso in the washer I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her - I lost her Her head is in the disposal with Jessicas, I squashed her And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub When Im through with Ricky itll be blood that hell cough up The hard rock Ill soft up, get caught up and get washed up In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous Look deep in my eye, see many many men die I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai You see Im a psycho , a sicko Im crazy I said I got my knife pulled Ill kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up Locked up , then cage me Ill come back bigger Stronger and angry

Yeah, its somethin special yknow; somethin epic Lloyd Banks, you know Cause a nigga thuggin dont mean he dont Wanna see you smile baby I wanna be the reason you smile I wanna be the reason you smi-ile I wanna be the reason you smile After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes Im gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge From the conversations we have and the way it ends You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends Thats why its just me in my Mercedes Benz It all depends, maybe if we make amends We can start from scratch Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact We plan to be platonic with our hearts intact So every time we separate, somebodys marchin back Youre amazin in the sack Eyes slanted like youre Asian, but youre Black God bless whoever gave you all of that If you seen her from the back Youd understand why they stare like that And aint a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows Her pussy good enough to miss award shows And I aint gotta say nothin, she just knows By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes Up and down, then OHH! Whenever Im not around, and you feelin down Let the thought of me be I dont wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown I wanna bring you joy and be Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down I provide by any means to be We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while Im just happy Im around to be The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful Dont amount to half of this shit I done did to you Violated and tiptoed into a crib or two Ive come clean to be a bigger individual Even though youre busy boo, the evenings when I visit you Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggas When you tease em with your physical She wanna wreck up the room til I aint got no more wind left Why I want my section 8 princess My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed Plus its hard to communicate Cause she dont speak-a no English I been around the world, state to state But now Im back bustin in your bathroom Got you laughin in your shower cap, lets get it on Cause Im leavin in a hour flat, but it dont matter shes mad Even when I holla back All I really need your attention for a while And, I bet you I can make you smile Whenever Im not around, and you feelin down Let the thought of me be I dont wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown I wanna bring you joy and be Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down I provide by any means to be We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while Im just happy Im around to be Whenever Im not around, and you feelin down Let the thought of me be I dont wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown I wanna bring you joy and be Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down I provide by any means to be We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while Im just happy Im around to be I wanna be the reason you smile I wanna be the reason you smi-ile I wanna be the reason you smile After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

Wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait 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 cool Shawty better be nude 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 contradicted 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 Im a Timbs bitch, got my boots on Got the ex-cons in the Yukon I dont steal, bitch, I kill bitch Bout to catch me a new charges Same bitches try to call me Thats how I knew yall was phony I be putting in that work, taking em to church Cause I leave em holy Will I smoke this bitch? Yes Probably fail my piss test Get rid of those fake breasts And put a vest on this bitch chest Its lunch time, she food Im Troy Ave with that tool Both hands on it like noon Remy Ma, Im a goon The city big, Im state time Im snatching wigs like waistlines Crack a bitch with my cellphone Really put her on Facetime That ghostwriter bout to call her That lifeline getting shorter R.I.P Biggie Smalls Why the fuck they aint warn her? I was cooking in the kitchen I was minding my business Now I gotta get gangster Cause these bitches is haters 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 debt 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

Bay Area! From the front to the back, from the left to the right side, we worldwide From the East to the West side, get it girl, thats right, lets ride She aint gotta tell me she want it, she know I know that she with it She moan and groan when I get it, she tell me lick it, I did it Shes a sexy thing Enough to make a nigga go crazy man, do crazy things We get to talkin and touchin, we get to lickin and stickin Now, now you know what we doing, when youre around and we missin We go through perfect positions, we get it poppin, now listen Too much pleasure to measure, she got the power to beat it Make her wanna give it to me in that major way Jack pot, jump shot, how a nigga fade away I mean way away, I be on that elite shit That HBK, heartbreak kid freak shit I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up Ima bout to call your bitch, cause shes scandalous Im a pro with the wood, these niggas amateurs Make her bust a few times when I come through You can smoke a blunt and kick it like Kung Fu Goin crazy on this pussy, on your nut too You done got 3 or 4, Im tryna nut too She talk that shit she got a awful mouth Nigga hit her one time at the waffle house Right up in the IHOP But it definitely wasnt my spot Look at all these bitches, where the bad ones at? You know I hate a mad ho, where the glad ones at? Im tryna dick some women when the club close Look at Jizzle, got the phantom full of club hoes Yeah, Jizzle in his baseball cap Bout to beat the pussy up, nigga baseball bat I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up Beat that pussy up, jab, jab, right hook Send her home to her man, let em watch The Notebook Shorty wanna hang, Im a coat hook Split that thing down the middle of the roll up Shown up, Gucci down to the shoe lace Hundred carats in the chain, no fugaise Hoes still sweat a nigga on a cool day Them other sucker niggas fake as April Fools Day And a rich nigga gotta pay, that what you say I got bitches from the bay to the UK Thick with it, pussy sweet like Kool-Aid Run abroad, then I let her bust two straight No suitcase on the PJ runway Me plus two, thats a G4 three way I give her man a hard time He gotta soft six and I gotta hard nine I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Nigga, you pussy, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the fuck would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeat We aint cut from the same cloth, we into different shit I want the bread, you want the bitch Come out your mouth slick Ill get you hit My niggas hungry, they hit a lick Fuck who youre with, niggasll dump a clip We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid I caught a A1 felony on my last bid Kept calm, made bond, Im on that shit You think my rap shit a gimmick, I aint seen parole in a minute Truth be told these niggas is hoes Once the shit set off, man, anything goes Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie If you aint scared to die, nigga, why would you cry? Nigga, you pussy, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the fuck would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeat 30 something and you aint never open your mouth yet Social media is giving cowards an outlet See him in person, say something, I doubt that Rather get caught with it than get caught without that Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve You stayin at the ground, you mumblin your words Literally I can see your heart pumpin through your shirt Pussy your whole life, you always been a bird Scared for so long its all up in your nerves Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves And Im killin you first, if we ever do a purge And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge And Im tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible Nigga, you vaginal Nigga, you pussy, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the fuck would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeat Money for bail, money to bail Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales Kept fate when all hope fail Niggas rattin, all they missin is the tail like Mickey Mouse Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth I bring them hammers out, we aint trying to build a house Niggas on them songs rappin shit they aint about Im from the N-O, we dont scrap, we bang it out Bang, Im the one that came in your house for the chickens Left a nigga brains hangin out like we chillin Stankin like shipments, over my shillings Up your security, Rida gang in the building Nigga, you pussy, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the fuck would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeat

I woke up this morning, this is insane Rich as a motherfucker, and aint much changed Open my eyes, no surprise, Im with a different bitch Different day, different ass, different tits Strap under my pillow, I done went legit Im not supposed to do this shit, but I forget The true principles of life are supply and demand Guess if you never sold dope its hard to understand My man got knowledge of self and my back, God Find out todays mathematics when that Mac go off My temper volatile, grew up a violent child Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while youre up Im a fly nigga, my denim vintage Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics We came from nothing, now they saying we straight Nigga, hold up, hold on Hold on These niggas, they watching every dime we make Hold up, hold on Hold on We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view Instead we get the Ds in the rear view We learn to play the game how its supposed to be played And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed Its not a big deal to me, stay calm Ill shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bonds But, if I dont do this shit myself, bet Ill get it done Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one Used to do graffiti, now look we major Dont make me write my name across your face with a razor Re-Up, new coke, they say this sample the bomb This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency No lactose involved, pure coca leaf You can sniff that or cook that to my belief That money coming in like we run the streets We came from nothing, now they saying we straight Nigga, hold up, hold on Hold on These niggas, they watching every dime we make Hold up, hold on Hold on This shit go how I said, go when its time to expand So say its over your dead body and thats the plan You a gangster for real, you ready to ride? Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride Check my DNA, homie Im a different kind Hit the speed dial, that quick Ill get ya lined We dont want your block, just cop your work from us Those niggas you call allies cant be trust That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch Sometimes its hard as hell not to touch stuff On the phone I heard Ya smacked the shit outta a kid Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again When its war, itll be war to the bitter end If they ever say we lose, I start it again That sneaky nigga spray that Semi at your momma crib With a silencer we couldnt even hear that shit We came from nothing, now they saying we straight Nigga, hold up, hold on Hold on These niggas, they watching every dime we make Hold up, hold on Hold on

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire I dont play no games So when I’m in that thang Come see what I mean See what I mean, oh I said little mama put me on Bet Ill have you gone Come see what I mean , see what I mean See what I mean, come see what I mean, come on First is her neck, yeah, then her back Me Im a freak, I get into all that Girl, Ill perform for ya like a porno star Til youve had enough then I just need a little bit more New music, new mood, new position New erotic sounds, its going down, now listen I can hear your heartbeat, youre sweatin I could paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper, I told ya Id get ya I’d work that, murk that, just the way you like it, baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe Your sex drive it match my sex drive Then we be moving as fast as a Nascar rides Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now You could feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tongue, baby, a little sprung maybe I had your head spinning saying 50 so crazy I dont play no games So when I’m in that thang Come show me, see what I mean, see what I mean See what I mean, oh I said little mama put me on Bet Ill have you gone Come show to me Come see what I mean, see what I mean, see what I mean Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire Girl, I want you to give me what you got then give me more Baby, you could start on top or all-fours You know I like it when you get in to it Dont nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel a rush from my touch Get intoxicated, drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug Passion, you laughin, I make you smile on the regular Tell me what you want, shawty, and thats what Imma get to ya Yo, I need you to be what I need more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me a reason to breathe I need you, Im telling you so now you know what I need Ill be your part time or full time lover, significant other Don’t matter which way it go, Im oh so gutter Girl, you could get it however you wanna get it I’m feeling you, still Im feeling you right now, Imma get it I dont play no games So when I’m in that thang Come show me, see what I mean, see what I mean See what I mean I said little mama put me on Bet Ill have you gone Come show to me Come see what I mean, see what I mean, see what I mean Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire

Ill teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TVs pop up in a Maybach Benz Ill teach you how to stunt Nigga you cant see me My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints Ill teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, Im shining man Ill teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya man Ill teach you how to stunt Seven series BM, six series Benz Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims R1 one wheel when Im on one of them Ma, that boy out there acting a fool thats him They say Ive changed man, Im getting paper, Im flashy They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth of Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me And I dont really care if its platinum or white gold As long as the VS bling, look at that light show In the hood they say 50 man your sneaker look right yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggas might blow Im fin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cashville, Ten-a-key nigga We getting them ten a ki, save ten for me nigga Ill teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TVs pop up in a Maybach Benz Ill teach you how to stunt Nigga you cant see me My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints Ill teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, Im shining man Ill teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya man Ill teach you how to stunt Im sensing a lot of tension now that Im rapping But the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum Different color coupes but Im in love with the black one On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slacking So the stash box big enough to squeeze the MAC in Yeah, Im fairly new but I demand some respect Cause I already wear your advance on my neck Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches Blue Yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers I already figured out what to do with all my features Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers When it comes to stunting theres nothing you can teach us Were in a different time zone, your records dont reach us Naww, I aint here to save the world, just roll up a blunt Come with me out front, ILL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT Ill teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TVs pop up in a Maybach Benz Ill teach you how to stunt Nigga you cant see me My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints Ill teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, Im shining man Ill teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya man Ill teach you how to stunt Chain so icy, you dont have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nikes I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed is the numbers on the Range I bought me an old school and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My Sprewells spinning man, Im doing my thing And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is getting old The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold G-Unit homie, acting like yall dont know Look, I cant even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors lift up on a car before Dont be mad at me dog, thats all I know Thats how to show these fugazies how its supposed to go, yeah Ill teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TVs pop up in a Maybach Benz Ill teach you how to stunt Nigga you cant see me My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints Ill teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, Im shining man Ill teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya man Ill teach you how to stunt

Im so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful Im so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful Your daddy fucked your momma then fucked your sister Then climbed in your bed playing with your shitter Go head, take your belt off and hang yourself Matter of fact, grab your strap and bang yourself Jays a big man, hes too big to respond Im a big dick, you know, the one everybody on You gon make me sing Murder Was the Case Bullets ricochet, ping ping, shoot the star off your face Im international, Im never home, mane Ive been gone so long my accent changed You better watch who you fuck with, mate Or you gon make me carve your ass up now straight Come on, Game, you will never be my equal Your homies shoot doors, my niggas shoot people See, me, Im what you never gon be Im in that tax bracket you never gon see When you cross me, Im so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful When you cross me, Im so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful That nigga Buck like Gator, tell momma he done smoked the TV I aint know he fucked with more dope than B.G Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pimp C Man, keeping these motherfuckers rich aint easy Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy And his CDs didnt sell like his CDs Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on them breezies Mad cause the world wont treat him like Weezy Look, I dont give a fuck, nigga, please believe me No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me Its crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy They say, 50, nah, dont fuck with him, he oh so greasy Yeah, he used to share that paper, now he oh so greedy Its funny how they shit on me cause them, they need me See, me, Im number one, Im loading up my gun I catch you and you done, you pussy, nigga, run When you cross me, Im so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful When you cross me, Im so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful They say first comes love, then comes marriage Instead, I got Shaniqua in a baby carriage Then came the cash, then the baby mama drama I gave that bitch a half a mill, she blew it on Prada I remember when I met the bitch and she aint have nada Got my son on some fly shit, now I gotta buy shit Man, I cant even flaunt shit cause everybody want shit Everybody mad, damn, even my dad And I dont even know him, now how the fuck I owe him? I aint giving nobody shit, Ima show them I gave Game hits, he told me to suck dick Start screaming Westside and Dre aint say shit Now we just eat off him and when I talk to Em A smile comes on his face, he told me Heres the case Enemies stay enemies but friends they change Niggas go crazy over money, my mane When you cross me, Im so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful When you cross me, Im so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful

I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, blaow, what up, homie? My watch saying Hi shorty, we could be friends My whip saying Quit playing, bitch, get in My earring saying We can hit the mall together Shorty, its only right that we ball together Im into bigger things, yall niggas, yall know my style Your wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow My pinky ring talk, it say Fifty, Im sick Thats why these niggas is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man, he gon bump my shit See, Im a liar, man, I really dont care I tell the hoes whatever they wanna hear You tryna play me, Ima blaze you then My cross cost more than the crib your mamma raised you in I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga New York niggas copy niggas like its all good Fuck around, be Crip-walking in the wrong hood Im fresh up out the slammer, I aint no fucking bammer Im from NY whoadie, but I know country grammar See, me, I get it crunk, niggas go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out, Im done My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, thats why you mad, chump Dont make me hit you up, these shellsll split you up I lay you down, the coronersll come and get you up See, 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay with heat I cant go commercial, they love me in the street Im real gutter, man; the hood love me, man Dont make me show up in your crib like bruh-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing CO screaming, Shut the fuck up! in the bing I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Im in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday; Thursday, Im in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shawty, she could tell you bout my dick game But she dont know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work, man I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga

I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven Some say Im paranoid, I say Im careful how I choose my friends I been to ICU once, I aint going again First Z got murked then Roy got murked And homie still in the hood, why he aint getting hurt? I smell something fishy, man, it might be a rat Damn, niggas switching sides on niggas just like that You know me, I stay with a bitch on her knees And give guns away in the hood like its government cheese Spray off Suzukis, eleven hundred ccs No plate on the back, straight squeezing the MAC In the hood they identify niggas by they cars So I switch up whips to stay off the radar I aint gotta be around to make shit hot Ill send Yayo to dump 30 shots on your block You should spray that TEC, nigga, if I say get it done Ill make you wet niggas if you round me son I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven When I come through the hood, I dont stop to rap to niggas Get close enough to smack ya, then clap ya nigga Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass Point blank range I spazzed, pulled a bone on his ass Two weeks later niggas came through with MACs to lay me down They sprayed, I played dead and got the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call: Fifty what up? They sent a bitch at me, I sent the bitch back cut up I dont play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy Front on me you gon meet one of my soldiers, boy Cousin Twin shot up his mamma crib, now he in jail Tripping off flicks of Blu Cantrell, pussy, and black tail Pop mama moved, but she dont talk to him no mo The shells from Twins fo-fo blew the hinge off her door Without that check every month how she going to pay for the crib? Man, social service finna come and take them kids I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference In AA they make you say that Thats the prayer they burn in your head when you in CASAT Man, I might talk to you while we up in them pens But when we come home that dont mean we gon fucking be friends The shells pass your head close enough to hear em whistle Thank God they missed you and go grab your pistol In the hood niggas running round acting crazy Buying little Air Jordans for maybe babies See it might be his and it might be yours Because them broads in the projects is straight up whores Man, it dont take much for you to get in them drawers You can have them on they back or on all fours You aint got to tell me, you feeling this shit Because I hear what Im saying, I know Im killing this shit I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven