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Ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, a-ay, girl You know its Dr. Dre, girl And Trigga, yeah Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from? Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin smoke All they smell is smoke The way your body roll, Ima lose control Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin smoke All they smell is smoke Come on Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba Blue sapphires on days when she feelin Hoover She hood and in the mood when Im in the mood Erotic, so exotic, Im psychotic about it I dont want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb Shes a narcotic, that bomb shit burnin, we smokin My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing She aint jealous, I keep Nina around In the small of my back in case some shit go down Right under my Hermes, Im hearin the word is Me, Im a P.I.M.P I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some Then pass it to the homies til we all get done Niggas cant comprehend what this shit bout Police comin, you like, put this shit out You like smoke and you got me high You make a nigga want to get down High High feelin like Im up in a cloud Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me Youre like smoke and you got me high So high make your love come down High One time, have that ass turnt out Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me Youre like smoke Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now 100 degrees, thats with or without the top down But when she get to workin her hips, you know the temperature rise Oh Lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs She like the stones in my cross, she flawless Im thinkin damn, why would God give one woman all this? You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me Its complicated, my occupation, pimpin aint easy Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks Back when I was pumpin crack, now my cards are black Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs If I want it I buy it, I dont care what this shit costs Luther said it: a house is not a home without her I had em panties on the Greyhound filled up with powder But what she showed what shell do for me has no limits Her wantin is temporary cause for sure she gon get it, wassup You like smoke and you got me high You make a nigga want to get down High High feelin like Im up in a cloud Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me Youre like smoke and you got me high So high make your love come down High One time, have that ass turnt out Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me Youre like smoke Everybody showin the love when she at the door Turn this bitch down, thats fire in the hole Im tryina get it and hit it, I dont wanna pass that Got me addicted, Im trippin, where the stash at? Baby, baby, dont you know? Faded, baby, just like smoke And you got me high So high Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me Youre like smoke and you got me high Ring the alarm its on High Girl, what the fuck you done to me? Ring the alarm its on You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me Youre like smoke Ring the alarm its on Smoke, youre like smoke Yeah my nigga, wassup? Girl, youre like smoke, smoke Fuck with me

G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent Get em Buck, man 50 Cent, thats my name, man I aint fucking playing I move on you with that Mac, mane Come off that watch and chain fore I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so long Them niggas get laid out Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid Thats when I start bringing them thangs out Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane When witnesses around they know how we get down So when the cops come they aint see shit, mane My soldiers slanging caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that Im sittin on some change, G-Unit thats the gang Come through here stunting youll get popped at I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though I came in this game knowing niggas gon hate me Just for the simple fact they know that Im a rider I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane I swear aint nobody gon find ya When I get lifted Im tempted to tear your block up You niggas cant run cause Im behind ya Me and Chili in your city with a couple nine-millis You better stay in line, bro Cause if I walk it Ill talk it, you know well walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire, bro Right now we smacking em with platinum and they hate it Cause we made it, thats what we keep that iron for I represent it cause Im in it UTP until Im finished, Juvenile, they cant stop us And I admit it, I live it Ill knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me grinning And you hear niggas call me grimy They hit me with them bricks and I aint pay em shit Im outta town, they cant find me When I come back around, man, Ima back em down I run up busting that TEC, mane If you aint got a gun and you cant fucking run My advice is you hit the deck, mane But if you get away and come back another day My soldiersll leave you wet, mane Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay And well come checking through your set, mane Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head I aint paying no fucking debt, mane Cause yous a middle man, what you dont understand? Yous a fucking fake ass connect, mane I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though

Uh-huh Yeah Uh-huh Yeah Im a straight gorilla with it, cold-hearted killer with it Any nigga gettin outta line can get it I make it hot, motherfuckers freeze up when I come through Mac-10, 32-shot clip in my snorkel I might smile and say, Whats up? but I dont fuck with you niggas My rap money slow up, Ill run up on you niggas Im on the edge, Im just waiting on a nigga to push me Put my hand on my strap—what you looking at, pussy? We aint buddies, we aint partners and we damn sure aint friends So much chrome on my Benz, you see your face in my rims If your bitch wanna roll, Ima let her get in I dont play, but Im a playa til the motherfucking end I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car I got my 64, ridin on Dayton spokes And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car Dont tell me you dont know that, ah—Im the shit Now, you better watch your girl, man, I leave with your bitch I aint stunting these hoes, man, Im bout my paper If your bitch really bout it, nigga, Im gon take her Backseat of my Jeep, fuck til I fuck up her makeup Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icy My game fuck with a bitch brain til she think she wifey Spent her life savings in a day, cause she likes me Committment from me, uhh... nah, not likely Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto something But then the next week, nah, man, it was nothing I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie They blood shot red, its ganja in my system, Im high First its pain when you lust for love; then, its smooth and calm Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm Its a cold world, baby girl, loving me is not enough Find out when you fucking broke, love wont get you on the bus Man, you should see the pretty bitches that be sexing me They suck cock; to make em hot, I just let em stand next to me Hundred percent thug, freak, too, Ill taste your love 69s the position, your mouths full, baby, huh? My conversations so deep, I get in your head Next thing you know, you yawning, turning over, and Im in your bed I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car Hahahaha Quit playing, bitch! Get in You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit Hahaha

Its not that I cant stop, its that I wont stop Ill make it hot Ill be on top, as soon as the beat drop Ill make the whole club rock Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up I dont need that, Im ridin wit Dre Who dont love us, every hood throwin they dubs up Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck? Hip-Hops worst nightmare Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black Nike Airs You want war, we can settle it right here I got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair Sit her next to these yellow bottles, yeah right there Matter fact Ill take you in the back You in the hat, and you in the blue and the black Lets have a gangsta party Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of 40s Yo Doc give em a Coke with that Wake up the West coast is back Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo - You aint know? Its the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whassup - roll that blunt G-Unit, Shady, Aftermath Im the motherfuckin Game and Its not that I cant stop, its that I wont stop Ill make it hot Ill be on top, as soon as the beat drop Ill make the whole club rock Like Dre did I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did From the hood liquor store to the state pen This is Gin & Juice to Doc Make the club R.O.C. without Timberland boots First nigga to put draulics on a Bentley Coupe You wanna pimp? Ill perm my shit up like Snoop Chronic 2005 muhfucker Put the purple in the dutch Let it Burn like Usher - girl Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that Real niggas just pull up they pants and lean back - girl Make 50 spill his Crist, hell call you a bitch Imma call you and hit You can call ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick I got the lollipop if you wanna lick Or you can take a ride on the magic stick Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo - You aint know? Its the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whassup - roll that blunt G-Unit, Shady, Aftermath Im the motherfuckin Game and Its not that I cant stop, its that I wont stop Ill make it hot Ill be on top, as soon as the beat drop Ill make the whole club rock Put 25s on a Hummer, why not? Imma be here for the next 10 summers Drop me in the 4th quarter Im fuckin up they money I dont need SoundScan Im doin my own numbers When that Impala bounce you can see the chrome under I got em in every color, yeah Im a known stunner When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers Lowridin with a hood rat or a grown woman Ill do anything - but I wont fuck Mariah Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed Cause she got a fohead just like Tyra I can say what the fuck I want You thought Dre retired, left me a six-fo and his Dayton wires? These niggas is a waste of rhymin Doc got somthin to say be quiet Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo - You aint know? Its the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whassup - roll that blunt G-Unit, Shady, Aftermath Im the motherfuckin Game and Its not that I cant stop, its that I wont stop Ill make it hot Ill be on top, as soon as the beat drop Ill make the whole club rock

Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son they don’t want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray There ain’t a shell left in my heat Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth Niggas’ll come to your place, put a gun in your face Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race Cause a robbery could turn into a homo’ case Co-operate, or Doc’ll have to operate Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em I’m observant in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running They make it harder and harder to pump on the block I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m ’sposed to eat when it’s hot? In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood The house party off the hook until them shots go off Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up It ain’t good to do good in my hood Click-clack, blam You know not to do good now In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood

Tu mirada me llama Aquí hay una ley de atracción y es contigo El corazón me paralizaste con tu vestido Siento algo dentro de mí cuando tú me bailas, ahh... Nena, ¿qué pasa si te invito a un trago, trago? Tú sabes que no soy tan malo, malo Ven a pasar un buen rato, rato No te vayas de mi lado, lado Háblame bajito Que nadie se entere Dímelo al oído ¿Qué es lo que tú quieres? Háblame bajito Mientras tú te mueves Rózate conmigo Dime si lo sientes, ehh Hoy voy a darte un poquitito más de lo que ya te han dao Pa que no mires pal lao Callao pa que no se enteren Que eso a ti no te conviene Guárdame en tu celular como tu amiga Por si te agarran en la movida No sepa que soy yo Aquél que te llamó y te enamoró Yo contigo no ocupo palabras, ¡eh! Ven que te lo digo susurrándote Nena, ¿qué pasa si te invito a un trago, trago? Tú sabes que no soy tan malo, malo Ven a pasar un buen rato, rato No te vayas de mi lado, lado Háblame bajito Que nadie se entere Dímelo al oído ¿Qué es lo que tú quieres? Háblame bajito Mientras tú te mueves Rózate conmigo Dime si lo sientes, ehh I dont know what it is But youre pulling me close, youre pulling me close I just want to hold you when the night is over Yeah, you know what I wanna do, wanna do what I do when Im with you Baby, you were talking, talking, talking that talk when you came in Didnt even give a second thought who you came with I just think its right that I tell you whats on my mind Youre pulling me closer every time you move like that I could be the one to give you what you want, baby Ill do you whatever you want me to do I think its time that we both make a move And, girl, nobody has to have a clue, clue, clue, clue, clue Bout what we do Háblame bajito Que nadie se entere Dímelo al oído ¿Qué es lo que tú quieres? Háblame bajito Mientras tú te mueves Rózate conmigo Dime si lo sientes, ehh I tell her to talk to me low, so nobody know Aint nobody trippin, its a me-and-you thing, thats it Its not traditional, its unconditional and unconventional Ill be the perfect mistake of what she was meant to do She got a friend, I got friends too, we kick it She come thru when she feeling like Fifty, she know Im with it Got a different kind of mind frame, Im not playin You could read between the lines and hear what Im not saying I bet he think he got her on lock, he sure not I mean, he better keep the door locked, shes so hot A nigga might just come thru While he at work what he gon do? Háblame bajito Que nadie se entere Dímelo al oído ¿Qué es lo que tú quieres? Háblame bajito Mientras tú te mueves Rózate conmigo Dime si lo sientes, ehh Jumbo El Que Produce Solo ONeill Tainy

Clap your hands everybody If you got what it takes Cause Im Kurtis Blow and I want you to know That these are the breaks Dont push me cause Im close to the edge Im trying not to lose my head Its like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Express yourself Im expressing with my full capabilities And now Im living in correctional facilities Bass! How low can you go? Death row, what a brother knows I wanna rock right now Im Rob Bass and I came to get down Im not internationally known But Im known to rock a microphone So lets go, go! It takes two to make a thing go right! It takes two to make it out-- Yo, yo, yo baby pop baby-pop Yeah, you come here, give me a kiss Better make it fast or else Im gonna get pissed Now push it Ah, push it Push it good Ah, push it Push it real good All right, stop Engine, engine, number 9 On the New York transit line If my train falls off the track Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain Insane in the membrane Crazy, insane, got no brain (Break it down Oh, put your hands up! Put your hands up!) Let me clear my throat! Oh! Have mercy baby! I hope you dont mind! Aha-aha Whooo! Yall gonna make me lose my mind up in here, up in here! Yall gonna make me go all out! Up in here! Up in here! Oh! Its getting hot in here So take off all your clothes I am getting so hot Im gonna take my clothes off Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty Its your birthday Were gonna party like its ya birthday Were gonna sip Bacardi like its your birthday And you know we dont really care, its not your birthday My baby dont mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho Hey Ya! Hey Ya! A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli A-a-a milli, a milli, a milli All I do is win, win, win, no matter what Got money on my mind I cant ever get enough And every time I step up in the building everybodys hands go up Teach me how to dougie Teach me, teach me how to dougie All the girls love me All the, all the the girls love me All the girls love me You aint messing with my dougie I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whipping work, hallelujah (Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy, stop! Why do you always do that?) Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date But a year to make love she wanted you to wait? Let me tell you a story about my situation I was talking to this girl from the U.S. Nation You, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend You, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Clap your hands everybody if you got what it takes (Justin: Cause Im Justin Jimmy: Im Jimmy! And we want you to know) That these are the breaks

I know you like my style You like how I break it down I know you like my style You like how I break it down I know you like my style You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? Ill show you how Wanna get rich? Ill show you how On ya mark, get set, lets go, switch the flow Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough The original don dada, nobody bomb harder Ya heard what I said boy, Im hot, Im hot The hoodrats they say He so crazy The snitches they say He tried to spray me But thats what you get for trying to play me The aftermath of my wrath is so shady No matter how you try, you cant stop this I catch ya stunting in the Bentley Coupé cockpit If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket? Front and find out how my P-40 Glock hit 50, you need some help? Chill, Yayo, I got this See, where Im from, man, the Ds tryin to knock us They swear to God that its me selling the choppers Man, I aint give them little niggas no product I know you like my style But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? Ill show you how I know you like my style But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? Ill show you how The birds they say I got a way with words I be like baby girl, I like them curves If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve Im a bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard From the tellie in ten minutes Ill make you a believer Tongue touch ya, Ill have ya shakin like you havin a seizure I make hits about what I do in my leisure G-Unit gang, cant another clique out there see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics cause they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood, they be trying to G us Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us Girlfriend quit pretending, Im the nigga ya love And I aint got to say nothing, you know that Im thugging Put my hands on that ass and ya say that Im bugging We family, baby, kissing cousins Now look what the riff raff done drug in For the cheese my degrees is hotter than ya oven Im a New Yorker, but I sound Southern And we sip DP til the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, go to ya husband I know you like my style But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? Ill show you how I know you like my style But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? Ill show you how Em said you gon like my style Dre said you gon like my style I said you gon like my style You will like how I break it down Youre not really, really ready, ready The dramall have ya ass in trauma, boy Youre not really, really ready, ready My knife flip open and then I gets to poking Youre not really, really ready, ready Them shells start popping, them bodies gets to dropping Youre not really, really ready You think youre ready? Youre not Really, really ready, ready

Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer, baby, I promise you this Ill send you all my love everyday in a letter sealed with a kiss These hoes keep calling, I aint picking up These hoes keep calling, I aint picking up Told these hoes Ill be back around June Told these hoes Ill be back around June Better yet Ill change my numbers for the whole winter Damn, its so cold in the fucking winter These hoes keep calling, I aint picking up Damn, Im so cold in the fucking winter You gon be at La Marina all summer So you gon hear this remix all summer Nigga, fuck your women crush Wednesday I just fucked your women crush Wednesday Wasnt even Wednesday, nigga, it was Benz day He like why you riding with him?, she like we just friends, bae Before anyone else? please You aint got no man, all your pics selfies I be taking wealthies, balling in my pictures You be fighting over hoes, Spalding on them bitches Fronting money, couldve gotten behind it for free I got this pretty one in Cali, Thotiana Ali I got a New York Dominican, plastic cup body Mami think she Holly, call her tatted up Thotty Got a crew in Miami, I call them Thot Angels Even if he wife you he cannot change you, biatch I move right, stepping with the German on me So much beef I gotta party with the burner on me My chain chunky, my wrists all chunky, my pockets all chunky Chunk ya bitch want me hannn Quit cuffin, you love her, she want the limelight She bout to get ya in some shit, boy, get ya mind right Sparkle after sparkle when the bottles come She got a nice set of tits, glad you bought her some Startender, bartender, they be in Perfection Turned up for lust, heard they fucked with Gus In Sin City Ill fuck with them, the hoes pretty Substitute Fiddy, Im filling in for Biggie Now watch a model chick turn into a bottle chick You hit the lotto, bitch, swimming around my grotto pit Dont call it Tyson crib, this is my estate And thats old money, bitch, Im getting cake

Its 50, Its the Unit, that means its money, ha ha Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do Nowadays niggas snitchin so much in the street That you gotta talk to them like they the police Nah, I dont know nothin bout poppin the heat I dont know nothin bout settlin no beef in the streets Nah, I dont know nothin bout baggin the grams I aint never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I dont know nothin bout takin the stand I aint never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I dont know nothin bout dro or hash Coke, dope, x, dust or crystal meth Nah, Im just tryin to rap to get some cash Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do Aiyyo, thats my word on the stack of bibles I dont know who did it I dont know who responsible All I know who spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo ass Listen, keep it far away from me I aint got time for sittin in the penitentiary All I know is Im rich, all I know is that G-Unit work When the album drop they go bezerk Mad video play, crazy radio spins Number one all the time, our reign never ends Dont point the finger at us somebodys hangin They had a beef with us, plus we dont know nathin [Chorus: Spider Loc Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do I dont know nothin bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real thats fucked up they say that homeboy dead I cant even think, who gon want him dead Have no idea what type of gun they done him with You see I hear no evil and I see no evil Aint tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people And I aint had them little homies burn up no regal Ive been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal I dont know why my name in your females phone But you really startin to sound like a female holmes Dont know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do Nah nigga I dont know who sent them young boys through To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue I dont be around here, I aint hip to the news I dont know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move I dont know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels You know how easy it is to get shit confused I wasnt even in New York, I was just in the cruise Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise Oops my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street I dont know why they said whats up I dont know whos in that jeep He talk about me all day but I aint losin no sleep Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do I dont know why my charm bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel Theres one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks I dont know why niggas rap for years and cant make hotter music Even when, I dont do it chicks release body fluid Body drop, shotty pop, and niggas wanna tie me to it I dont know why Loon and Fabby wont just say Im they daddy Why them Harlem CB4 niggas just keep comin at me Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I dont know Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! Lloyd Banks!!! Ha Ha!!! Its like a throne that he dont even own He wont sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around It’s like a joke, he’s like a king, but he don’t rule a thing He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the room, he dont want the loot, hes in it for the sport Running circles round his competition on the court He appreciates your support, but he aint begging for it And you can love it, you can hate it, but you cant ignore it You cant be that ig-nor-ant, though you can try to sell him short But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And if Im fronting, man, you better come confront me for it This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game Hes straight outta a neighborhood where niggas hate To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Their stomachs ache while hes lounging in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay Houses with a bigger gate, hounding hims a big mistake He wont surrender hell rather give up a rib to break Cause he remembers when they wouldnt lend a helping hand Till he was sitting on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name When you discussing the illest players thats in the game And hes riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and em G-Unit Records aint a motherfucker stopping them This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game Hes no magician man the kid does something out of nothing So that niggas from his hood act like he owes him something They talk crazy till they send niggas to where to buck him Ask him if its a problem and hell say nah, its nothing He was gonna help em out but since they fronted fuck em He dont care how they feel they can hate him or love him He held his own on his own the kid is really thugging Hes rich now, he aint changed so niggas think he bugging He bulletproof everything cause niggas try and buck him Keeps two pistols on his hip Ill show you where he tuck em Niggas say they gon get at him but they cant touch him Try to catch him slipping they creep in and he start bussing This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game I can give you niggas something you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You aint no G you a fucking clown I can take your girl and tu-turn her out Dont hold it in let it all out I can give you fuckers something to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Visions, dreams of passion And all the while I think of you Basketball is my favorite sport I like the way they dribble up and down the court Just like Im the king on the microphone So is Dr. J and Moses Malone The Fat Boys Its tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme thats right on time Its tricky, its tricky Tricky, tricky, tricky No sleep til Brooklyn Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A They all me Adam Yauch, but Im M.C.A Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Im going back to Cali To Cali, to Cali I dont think so Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin like they ought ta good There lived a lil boy who was misled By anotha lil boy and this is what he said Ahh, me so horny Me love you long time Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so whats the scenario Sawed off shotgun Hand on the pump, left hand on a forty Suckas get jumped La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom And a poom-poom Just shake your rump Dont know how you do the voodoo that you do So well its a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop With so much drama in the L-B-C Its kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G But I - somehow, some way Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Ya, ya, ya ya ya Woo-hah, got you all in check Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, cant you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess thats why they broke, and youre so paid Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Thats the anthem, get your damn hands up If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo with the gold Ds Oh, why do I live this way Hey, must be the money I dont know what you heard about But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherwhat P-I-M-P They see me rolling They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Black and yellow, black and yellow Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Dont believe me, just watch Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up This is freaking awesome Look, Jimmy If you had, one shot Or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

God gave me style, God gave me grace God give me style, God give me grace God put a smile on my face Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face God make me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like Im the one Sometimes I feel like Im the one It aint my fault, I just reach for style Im hot, I breaks it down It aint my fault, you cant break it down The way I break it down Listen, you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you cant convince me the Lord dont love me When my CDs drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why cant it just be Im blessed Im a track star runnin through life chasin my dreams Best deal I made was tradin the mic for that triple beam I zone off thinkin is there really heaven or hell If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell? I need no answers to these questions, cause time will tell Got a date with destiny, shes more than a girl Dont much good come from me, but my music Its a gift given from God, so Ima use it - yeah God gave me style, God gave me grace God give me style, God give me grace God put a smile on my face Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face God make me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like Im the one Sometimes I feel like Im the one It aint my fault, I just reach for style Im hot, I breaks it down It aint my fault, you cant break it down The way I break it down Some days Im in the crowd, all by myself Bunch of niggas around, Im still by myself I drift off on a cloud, by myself Thinkin bout nothin more, than life - what else? These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So when you hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day If times are hard when you hear it, know youll be okay A O.G. told me Gods favorites have a hard time Youre out the hood, thats good, now stay on the grind Im a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I ab-sorb fast Im in a class by myself, you do the math God gave me style, God gave me grace God give me style, God give me grace God put a smile on my face Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face God make me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like Im the one Sometimes I feel like Im the one yeah Shoutout to Reverand Floyd Flake Creflo Dollar, TD Jakes Bishop Eddie L. Long. Easy-L shorty. Ha ha Wooo! Feels good Oh yeah, cant forget Bishop Morton Cause my mamall kill me, ha ha

Ha ha ha! I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack, I got money, I got money! Ha ha ha.. Aw nigga dont trip, Ill kill you if you fuck with my grip I wont hesitate to let off a clip Aw nigga dont trip, you gon make me get on some shit Run up on you quick, wet up your whip Aw nigga dont trip, you gon get your monkey-ass hit Runnin your lip, tryin to fuck with my clique Aw nigga dont trip, in case you didnt know who this is Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Aw nigga dont trip I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam Murcielago, top down, nigga damn Im the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam Cruising, bumping Bucks shit, Ruger in my hand Thinking the East aint enough, its time to expand I plan to head out West and plant my feet down A nigga big as King Kong in the street now I do a little house shopping, and buy me a crib Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick Mamad turn in her grave if I married a white chick But Beckyll suck the chrome off a Chevy and shit Niggas be wearing fake shines, Im rocking a lil charm 30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm Nigga you hustle, but me Ill hustle harder I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so Im in a position of power You fuck around if you wanna Where Im from you learn to blend in or get touched I dont need niggas for support, I dont walk with a crutch Niggas know my steez, they dont fuck with me son You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, its real laid back Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz You get the same shit for ten bodies you get from one cuz I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour Chrome and some wood grain You know a nigga still really tryin to move caine Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I aint playing Im up early with the birds, word, putting that work in Pirellis on the Porsche chirping, Im making moves I got a hundred mil from music, a hundred grand from crack Gonna see my jeweler so I can blow a stack Nigga you hustle, but me Ill hustle harder I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so Im in a position of power You fuck around if you wanna

Shadyville Entertainment Bad Boy collaboration I love niggas, I love niggas Because niggas are me And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes I love to see niggas shoot the shit But theres one thing about niggas I do not love To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rip it quick And kicks it quick - you know how black niggas get With them hoods, fatigues; with the boots with trees Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy Gs Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and Im bagging you, huh Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make them wet in their pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out Thats a real nigga We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel us nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo sho! Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried Thats a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A., because fuck what she say She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale Where the hand skills are real ill Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha-ha, yo chief, pass the buddha When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand Even my P.O., she called me the Ginger Bread Man I catch a new case, and tell her ass: Catch me if you can Dont let your people fill you up with octane, Im not playing Get gassed up, to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it: thou shalt not fuck with, nor see Poppa 50 Cent, Ill break yo punk ass off proper Theres no place like home, New York! New York! I run this city, and I dont dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till theyre smacked silly Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they dont want drama really Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli In the hood they feel me {Gun cock} ha! Im on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit {Gunshot} Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit - bitch!

Go, go, go, go, go, go Go Shorty, 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 , its not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz 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 Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz 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 always drama in the club Now that I roll with Dre everybody show me love When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love Look homie, aint nothin changed: pros down, Gs up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll them trees 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, fo sho theyll 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 Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz 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 Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz 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, homie, I done came up and I aint changed And you should love it way more than you hate it Oh, you mad? I thought that youd be happy I made it Im that cat by the bar toastin to the good life Moved out the hood, now you tryin to pull me back, right? When my joint get to pumpin in the club, its on I wink my eye at yo chick, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn They talkin about money, homie, I aint concerned Ima tell you what Banks told me: Cuz, go head, switch the style up And if they hate, then let em hate, and watch the money pile up. Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub Come on, they know where we be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz 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 Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz 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 We in the club all the time, so pop, pop off Shady Aftermath

Made it ma! Top of the world! Im going crazy Im going out of my head It feels like Im going crazy Nothing can save me Im goin close to the edge, hey, hey I cant stop staring out my window Choppa and my pistol Im goin out of my head, he-he-head Im exhausted, last night I lost it Let the homies get loose, Im sure Ima get the lawsuit Nana called, my granddaddy coughing up blood Got an infection, the cycle of life just sucks I bet when he die, she die, just because They been together 60 years, thats what they call love Paid for my first cousin wedding, over 200 grand Then two kids and six years later, hes the wrong man I woke up this morning, really wasnt feeling myself Thought about suicide but me, I aint killing myself My cousin Dory shot his girlfriend then shot himself in the head Before I shoot myself, Im shooting everyone else kid My head aching, my hands shaking, Im sweating bullets And it aint even hot in this bitch, Im going through it My mind playing tricks on me, I mean, shit homie I might need a straitjacket fit for me It feels like Im going crazy Nothing can save me Im goin close to the edge, hey, hey I cant stop staring out my window Choppa and my pistol Im goin out of my head, he-he-head My favorite uncle Roc got twisted til that liquor gave him sugar Had complications once or twice, that shit fucked up his liver To me he’s still the man cause see me I still remember That lil’ snorkel he bought me to stay warm that December I was sleeping in the basement, the window had a draft Even with the electric heater, I was freezing my ass I got some money now so if I die before him, Ima leave it to him He can have a fine nurse put that insulin needle to him Called my son twice, he aint picking up the phone And Banks, me and him dont even talk no more You know cause of me, he aint never have to sell crack Never used no knife or had to squeeze no strap But if I go tonight, I bet you Im hellbound For cocaine distribution and letting off MAC rounds Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out It feels like Im going crazy Nothing can save me Im goin close to the edge, hey, hey I cant stop staring out my window Choppa and my pistol Im goin out of my head, he-he-head Then I was in the second row the second time Em married Kim Looking at Proof like, How much you think this gon cost them? Feels like a set up, Shaniquas being nice to me I rather a nigga just put a knife in me Than go through the emotions, the confusion and commotions Never die down in my head, they keep going It feels like Im Gods punching bag on occasions Amazing, on other days, I feel like Im His favorite I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch Life without my old girl, I couldnt see that My grandpa was the strongest, then he broke down and I broke down I looked around like if shit go bad now, who Im gon go to now? That was his partner, see he knew everything about her Now hes saying he dont wanna live without her It feels like Im going crazy Nothing can save me Im goin close to the edge, hey, hey I cant stop staring out my window Choppa and my pistol Im goin out of my head, he-he-head

{Gunshot} Yo, Red Spyda is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? {Gun cocking} Let me know, holla {Gunshot} Theres gon be some stuff you gon see Thats gon make it hard to smile in the future Yeah nigga! Haha Lets go nigga, this is what it is 2Pac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo head bald 2Pac wear a bandanna You wan wear a bandanna 2Pac put a cross on his back You wanna put crosses on yo back Nigga you aint 2Pac - This 2Pac! Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending And since my life is based on sinning, Im hell-bound Rather be buried than be worried, living held down My game plan to be trained Military mind of a thug lord, sittin in the cemetery cryin Ive been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus Balling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listening? Got my, hands on my semi-shotty, everybodys listenin Please God can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight Till Makaveli returns, its All Eyez On Me And you can hate it or love it, but thats what its gon be You shouldve listened, I told you not to fuck with me Now can you take the pressure, thats what we gon see Now since youre crying for mercy I promise My successll be the death of you Lo and behold you sold your soul Nigga theres nothin left of you Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you dont know who you are, how could your dreams come true? Motherfucker, I sat back and watched You pretended to be Pac, you pretended to be hot But youre not - I see it so clear You cant take the pressure, you pussy I warned you not to push me You see me and chills run up your spine God made men the same boy, but your heart aint like mine Press, they look at me like Im a menace I was playing with guns While your momma had your punk-ass playing tennis Im a nightmare, you see me when you dream Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again You cowardly-hearted, you couldnt make it on your own Fuck The Source, Im on cover of Rolling Stone Hahahaha

Rule number one: Dont go against the grain Rule number two: Give respect where respect due Rule number three: If you get knocked, play games and say names The .45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and the poor dont get a fucking thing For me aint nothin changed, but the things my money bring My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail Who peoples got plenty money, actin like they aint got bail I feel for you niggas, gettin shot while Im sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall, gettin chopped on chow lines An old timer schooled me, said: Dont burn bridges, my friend Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk in New York Me and shorty stood from afar and had a talk He said I told him if he came around Id clap him, I gave him my word Look at his hand, its still shakin - he had a lot of nerve If it wasnt for the flow Id probably have to double back, bubble crack Im a hustler If it wasnt for the flow Id probably have to double back, bubble crack Im a hustler Yo, when the Feds come in the game, loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin feminine With the Feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke, you get ten, youll damn near do nine I hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary, a liar is after my reality The streets I knowem like my ABCs Stay away from the Ds and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred Gs before you see 300Zs Tree top to feel the breeze, coke connects for keys Yo bitches sexin me, take me to ecstacy Once I nut, I dont want em next to me If its on, mother fucker, believe Imma ride Im the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride Letters on my sweater read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY If it wasnt for the flow Id probably have to double back, bubble crack Im a hustler If it wasnt for the flow Id probably have to double back, bubble crack Im a hustler They say I dont sound like a killer, well, how a killer sound? I bet I grab a 4-pound and back that ass down See many men live, baby, and many men die Many men get drunk, puff lye and stay high Heres a jewel: love your enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same, friends always change I learned quick that theres more than one way to skin a cat You can get em in his face, dog, or down his back All bullshit aside now, its time to be honest I fear no man, for death is all thats promised I got niggas standin in line, waitin to hear me spit From 86 to 96 the game went from sugar to shit This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine I hate you like fiends that ask me for a dime for nine Aint nothin changed in the game, but faces and names The state, the weight, the date and the jake If it wasnt for the flow Id probably have to double back, bubble crack Im a hustler If it wasnt for the flow Id probably have to double back, bubble crack Im a hustler

My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple Stay in your place I recommend Or say hello to my little friend Everywhere I go, I gotta tag along Cause my buzz getting strong and they mad Im on He ride with me when I pass the mall And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball One squeezell make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl You need a bulletproof vest, mask and all Bring your buddy when its time to roam Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home My hand bling full of platinum to shine his chrome He even got closet space inside my home He aint never been broke, he glitchless Hes so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infrared beam and a scope for distance The best company when approaching business He gon ride with me til the end We all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple Stay in your place I recommend Or say hello to my little friend My buddy got a temper, he dying to pop off Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off Take him with me to hustle, stashed him in a trashcan My fingertips soft, for 4 hours I bag grams You meet him, your destinations hell or heaven Cause I only bring him out for that 187 He dont have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells He get it popping in the hood, so his name rings bells Ms. Jones stay on the 3rd floor, she called the cops on me They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homie Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid I stay screaming on niggas and beating up base heads These niggas aint thorough, they just like to pretend Keep fucking round they gon say hello to my little friend My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple Stay in your place I recommend Or say hello to my little friend We been through it all but yet we both still living We been in a box but we both still spitting And when there was beef, you even played your position Got under the seat until we spotted our victim At first they wouldnt listen til they heard you go off Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York And little did they know that we was ready for war Bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door See whenever you come out, something happen on the block You the reason that nigga done stopped rapping like Pac People see you and run, and you aint even say shit They just know you aint nothing to play with You stay with sixteen homies, and one in the hole When the first one get out, the next one go To know where you headed, you gotta know where you been The Glock stay with me, we friends til the end My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple Stay in your place I recommend Or say hello to my little friend {Gunshots}

Yeah, Shady, Aftermath I guess you didnt know I be back for more Everybodys on the floor Goin, goin outta control Set it off on yo left, dog Set it off on yo right, dog Set it off Nigga, I said set it off! Ha-ha... Sick with it, boy, better get with it, what? In the club I get it goin, goin, uh Just movin to the music its on And the sounds of 50 and D-R-E Everythings calculated and sound precise Another move another mill, lets get right aight? Success is my drug of choice, Im high off life Feelin lucky enough to bet it all on the dice Shorty do what you wanna do, hit the dancefloor And move how you wanna move, later on We can cruise if you wanna cruise, its whatever you want The fact is I got more than I flaunt, yeah I do my thang, in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dancefloor jampacked, look I got em goin, goin outta control Set it off on yo left, dog Set it off on yo right, dog Set it off Nigga, I said set it off! Ha-ha... System thumpin, dancefloor jumpin We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin Thats what you get, you in my hood I thought you understood, you know me V.I.P., no ID Bottles of DP, I do it real B-I-G Bitches break their neck to be where I be Take em to ecstasy, without ecstasy Im a chef you need the hit I got the recipe Doc got the antidote, its in the drums and the notes Can you feel it? Em said for me to make you feel it And remind you that you rockin with the realest I do my thang, in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dancefloor jampacked, look I got em goin, goin outta control Set it off on yo left, dog Set it off on yo right, dog Set it off Nigga, I said set it off! Im hot boy, Im burnin up I do my thang in the club with the burner tucked Til the speakers all blown, we gon turn it up And do that damn thang, yeah, do that mayne Shorty, hit me high then hit me low Get to poppin and shakin that thing on the flo A little dose of it, now I want some more Nobody put that thang on me like that before I be a fiend for it, its the way you move But I aint payin for it, cause I aint no fool If you okay with it, tonight I stay with it Hit the telly play with it in a major way get it I do my thang, in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dancefloor jampacked, look I got em goin, goin outta control Set it off on yo left, dog Set it off on yo right, dog Set it off Nigga, I said set it off!

Im loyal to the game Now Ive got task on a niggas ass Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now Its gettin crazy after dark These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but Im too smart Now picture me scared of the penetentiary Ive been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what ya need when ya see me Im stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll and they know When its time to handle business, nigga, lay low Although Im young Im still comin up Im gettin paid pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull the strap when theres drama Buster you aint heard? I been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama There aint a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky and they dont wait until they drop me Im loyal to the game I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing If you know what I know then you know I aint playin Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain Possessed by the streets you cant tell me that this aint home I cant eat if the rest of this shit aint gone Im gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink Gotta close my door because the back room stink See, daddy dont work, and mama dont drink But daddy do dope, and mama cant think So look like Imma be the man of the house Gotta have somethin to put in her hand when its out Up early in the mornin the first to get it They say if you really want it then come on with it Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars And I only spent 30 days behind bars I aint never had a job but my rent got paid I handled any beef that they sent my way So send me to the pen but you know I wont change Its thug in my veins Im loyal to the game I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing If you know what I know then you know I aint playin Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain Yeah It aint my fault I came up fast And your the name niggas bring up last And all the dames get a king up ass 10 grand on every ring I flash Leap frog--and Imma have to fling your ass Im on the block where its scorchin hot If you get caught in the crossfire theyll have to peel you off the block I get dro by the pickle jar These broke niggas wanna get the star So I dont keep the four-nickel far My lips is zipped Im loyal to the game Bring your bitch around me Im spoilin her brain Get more slugs to boil in your frame Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain The paints the same color as oil in the Range Im stingy aint got nothin for you but some change Im good now but the fact still remains That the struggle that Im from is attached to my name I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing If you know what I know then you know I aint playin Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain Heh YA! 2Pacs in this motherfucker! Uh! G-Unit in the motherfuckin house 50! Banks! Buck!

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck We should do something like that, yeah Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, b-boom—Shady! Theres never been this, much of a menace in this game as this And its the, most sinister duo in the business Once again its the... illest and realest killers The most villainous, Dre protege, Shady apprentice Drop them zeros and get with these heroes Do you want losers or winners? This music is in us, and its Not over till we say its finished And G-Unit spinners will keep spinning This is hip-hop when its in its Truest form, the greatest, hate us or love us Make voodoo dolls of us and keep sticking them pins in us Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever, he will be the illest To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next? Hes already reconciled with his {ex} A chainsaw and an axe Choke a bitch to death, strangle her neck While we have sex, while Bill Clinton plays the sax I sprays the facts, yeah, bring Shady on back The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack Resurrect? I never left, baby, Im bad Ive gone mad, my comrade Dre-zie automatically Says Im too broke to fix, way beyond that I may be off drugs, but its made me off-track In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap I ever do spit, Ill never do shit, thats that Fuck it, I quit, suck on a dick, jackass Im done with this wack-ass rap, kiss my black ass! 50 Cent Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my Black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the fifll tear your ass apart I came in this game crushing motherfuckers from the start Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch Different day, nothing change, its the same shit, trick Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on Ds searching the whip, glad I left the MAC home Still grinding, still shining, nigga, Lord knows You rocking with the kid to spit sicker sick flows I carried Games style for nine months and gave birth to it Now Im feeling like a proud father watching him do it Every day Dre day, front and cause a melee Turn the town upside-down with a frown upside-down I smile through something fowl, and watch my money pile Im fucking with straight stacks, Im kicking you straight facts I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, go head front, get fucked up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, I hit your ass up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Shady...

Yeah Shady 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit Here we go again Yeah The evil genius, Green Lantern Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? You cant understand how I get my dough 50 Cent, Im on fire cause Shady said so Im on fire Everybodys in a rush to try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone I aint tryin to use nobody as a steppin stone But dont compare me, Im better off just left alone And I aint even tryin to go there with record sales Im just tryin to keep it humble and respect myself Say, What up?, keep steppin, and just rep D12 Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail And livin reckless, but if you go check my belt You may see something else I use to protect myself A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells And send em back at you faster than they left the barrel And I dont even carry guns no more, I dont got to Got undercover cops thatll legally pop you And I done seen a lot of people cross the line But this motherfucker Ja must have lost his mind That X, got him thinkin he was DMX Then he switched to Pac, now hes tryna be him next So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael? Just keep singin the same song, recycled Wed all much rather get along than fight you Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you And you dont really wanna step inside no mic booth Come on now, you know the white boyll bite you Ill hurt your pride, dawg, and you know I dont like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after Syllable I just slap you, killin you faster Than you poppin pill after little pill of them tabs Of that shit you on, but if you want it, you got it Youd bump this shit too, if we aint diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to So whats the deal, where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, Ja, what up, dawg? How come you didnt say you had a problem then? When you was standin there with all your men, we coulda solved this then Im a grown man, dawg, come holla All you did was slap hands, smile and swallow Another one of them little X pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be Come on! I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me Tony! You couldnt son me if my father helped you My punchlines is hot, my bars will melt you Ja, you Stuart Little, shellsll lift you Every other week Im buyin a new pistol I clap at your ass with this chrome .38 And put six thru your hats, a seven and 3/8s Irv, you aint Suge Knight, you shook night Ill put my knife in your wind pipe and breeze through the turnpike You know and I know who took your chain You got robbed two times so your ass is lame Im down to die for this shit, all I need is bail You better stick to the movies with Steven Segal, bitch I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me Lloyd Banks! Fuck that, Im miles away And these industry niggas startin to get outta hand Like I wont find your whereabouts by stompin em out your man We killin New York, even in Compton they understand Im on the block where you was raised blowin chocolate up out your van and They see me pop a boy icy cause I could You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood Cause when you paranoid its hard to make a song How you want it with us if half of your artists got make-up on? Every magazine I open you on your knees takin prayer pictures And you aint even got shot yet, you scared bitches You dont know nothin bout what pain is, sucka Ill put your ass underground like a train conductor, muhfucker I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me I know you dont want it with me You know you dont want it with me You talk and soon you gon see You dont wanna bump heads with me Yeah, nigga Yeah, Shady Aftermath G-Unit Fuck you think they call us G-Unit for? Cause we move units, huh-uh Dont think we aint billin you for this motherfuckin studio time Matter of fact, keep it on 50, well call it even, ha

Ah, yeah... Uh huh... Aint it amazing how crazy the hood done made me Feels like my emotions are froze Its the things I done seen and the shit I been through That make my heart turn cold Im a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes When Im hanging out that window with that AK filling your punk ass with holes Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana Im mule on that Greyhound from NY to the Carolina Paper chase, different name, same face, dont catch a case My road dogs on parole, his baby girls four years old We play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot Kill you for your crack spot take everything your ass got Semi-automatic spray, bust back or run away Niggas talkin in the hood well handle this another day In November you make my shitlist you did you can cancel Christmas Ill send you a gift, niggasll come and leave your ass twisted Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn See a nigga get merked, a babys born, man the world turns I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near Hearts never full of fear, homie I stay well aware Of whats going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead I go with a smile on my face when its my time kid Aint it amazing how crazy the hood done made me Feels like my emotions are froze Its the things I done seen and the shit I been through That make my heart turn cold Im a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes When Im hangin out that window with that AK fillin your punk ass with holes Lil niggas I done paved the way, yall should thank him But if you think otherwise Bring your boy over here so I can spank him Ill put an end to your career, BITCH Before you speak on 50; buy a .40 and a spare clip These niggas gassed up, gettin to used to rap Like I wont give em more bloodclots than Supercat Niggasll SNATCH YA, Im like a back catcher Ill give a sign, and then throw something at cha Round here niggas die off hydro And even when it aint 4th of July it sound like pyro You smart enough to creep and lay your dumb brains down The poundll spin you around like the young James Brown I know Im hot but hey, Im icy too Rocksll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre Were taking over this year, Ks and the soldiers is here Everyone knows its a scare, YEAH Aint it amazing how crazy the hood done made me Feels like my emotions are froze Its the things I done seen and the shit I been through That make my heart turn cold Im a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes When Im hanging out that window with that AK filling your punk ass with holes My papa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man Hed just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night They gave my homeboy life so when you do it, do it right My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two No other solution you think we hollering and hooting Until you wake up and then you got to hear bout these shootings I take a pull from a loosey and put the clip in my pocket Before I take another bullet Im gon pull it and pop it And if its beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talking The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin They say that we responsible for boosting the crime rate They say that we the reason that these young niggas buying weight But Im gonna keep this Glock on my waist til my dying day Its Nuthin but a G Thang, G-Unit and Dr. Dre Aint it amazing how crazy the hood done made me Feels like my emotions are froze Its the things I done seen and the shit I been through That make my heart turn cold Im a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes When Im hanging out that window with that AK filling your punk ass with holes

Dont worry bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money Dont worry bout I spend my money, boy, I got a lot Dont worry bout that car I drive, dont worry bout that bike I ride Dont worry bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch Dont worry bout it, dont worry bout it Dont worry bout a mothafuckin thing Dont worry bout it, dont worry bout it We got a strap up in here if niggas playing When time pass and Im not around, niggas saying Im out of town Probably moving them bricks around, they swear they know how I get down Dont worry bout what Im doing, dont worry bout what Im doing My closet full of that fly shit, black card when I buy shit Sell the shit you get high with, these niggas on my dick Dont worry bout what Im doing, dont worry bout what Im doing Thats your bitch, I understand, Ive seen it all on Instagram Im just from the past, I done been all in that ass Dont worry bout what Im doing, dont worry bout what Im doing Dont be worry bout my record deals cause I still got my plug Dont be worry bout my bitch pimping, she get money out that club Dont be worry bout my partners and em, we get money, we eating You talk shit bout a real nigga, bitch, you must be tweaking Dont be worried bout my whereabouts, money all I care about Keeping it real in my neighborhood, play with me and Imma air it out Why you worry bout my money, nigga? Bitch, you think Im broke? The Fed worry bout what Im doing, think Im selling dope I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot I aint never gon snitch, nigga, never been no bitch nigga I got big guns, need a extra large, yall niggas got question marks Talking down on a real nigga, thats how you get a hater charged Dont worry bout what they talking bout Dont tell me what that bitch done said Im done with her, you can go with her Im leaving here with another bitch Dont worry bout how they look at me My diamonds on, damn, look at me These pussy nigga be shooked at me Wanna judge and throw the book at me Dont worry bout it, I aint worried bout it Had time to talk to my legal team Dont worry bout it, I aint worried bout it Aint shit they could do to me Still rocking, still rolling We holding, bill folding, you know it When I start to ball out money start to fall out Throw it up, it fall out the sky Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out Thats what I call my lifestyle

Yeah Im tryna catch me something A little jux or something Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money You wanna spray at me? Go head; the last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled til he died Your little sister calling you stupid, reason why? Her and your mama in the living room now hog-tied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I cant wait Got a brand new SIG and that old .38 I be scheming to put a little bread on my plate Watching dreads serve skunk through a hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch, please This the stash house, jackpot, there go them keys My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana Cocaine coming out my pores in the sauna Im serious, man, Im so sincere This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffreys career Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, YEAH! Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money Whos that peeping in my window? Wow—the Feds on me now They know when Im sleeping, they know when Im wake I know they got my phone tapped, Im screaming, Fuck Jake! Im trying to stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA—now, that sounds great I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy, waiting to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me 500 apiece for two MACs Then Im back doing me, Im back out on a spree Catch me a nigga slipping out, pumping that D Get me a little crew, Ill have em pumping for me The more product I take, the more paper we see Change my name in NY, they dont know where I be Yeah, a nigga doing dirt, but a nigga low-key Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money

Nigga, , nigga, you know I dont fuck with them niggas. Them niggas pussy. Sucka ass niggas. I dont like either one . But the other night Im in the gambling spot. Nigga come up in here - boom - hit the door. Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor. I turn around like, what? Niggas like, get down! Im like, nigga, I got on white linen. Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? Its not a problem, its really not a problem. Southside Okay, the dope addin up, the coke addin up The smoke addin up, my pockets are fattened up I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computers Diamonds round my neck, straps for my shooters I made it, look ma, I made it I grind so hard to get here I cant be faded I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds Five different crimes, same .45 Got client-attorney privilege, so a nigga aint lyin Cause they aint gon say I did it and I aint gon say I did it And I might go back and forth to court, but I bet I get acquitted Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it? Shit changed, a nigga aint broke I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault Now I got real money, that fuck how you feel money That nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed money You gon be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin off some shit at you You gon be put in a body bag You wont get a chance to fire back I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me I dont want no wack bitches touchin me Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my head Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier Gabbana underwear, Im so fly it aint fair Every day a different dime piece Rose Gold, a different time piece Hublot, AP or rollie Your bitch and your jeweler know me, homie Im bulletproof, go head, take a shot at me You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me My shirt level three so I aint got a vest on My heart like ice, my chest like teflon Im a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, nigga Dont let me find out you aint bout that life, nigga Its doomsday, I mean goon day I get the orders, like, air out the room, Dre You gon be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin off some shit at you You gon be put in a body bag You wont get a chance to fire back The mollies had a shorty ass trippin strippin in my kitchen Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin her kitten I be in my own zone, still clutchin the chrome Talk state of the art, you will see nine to foe My passport need pages, Im fuckin round out in London Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes Trippin in my charm, look bitch, Im a don So shit go how I say it go, fuck if Im right or wrong My paper long, bomb kush in the bong It feels like Im dreamin cause a nigga on Im so far from a hammy down, Im out in Miami now My bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope Im no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat Nigga, front, Ill have a hand full of dreadlocks Bitch, I hit your ass with a headshot You gon be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin off some shit at you You gon be put in a body bag You wont get a chance to fire back

Me, Im like a pilot, G5 Jet Im fly as shit You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, Im fly as shit You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball Nigga every law and every rule I break Feds tryna watch the moves I make Everyday I get birthday cake Theres a hundred racks there in that safe Hundred grams there on that plate I aint thinkin bout catchin no case Nigga my safe house super safe I zip Giuseppes, I dont tie no lace Tom Ford, Y-S-L, nigga, run and tell, Im fly as hell Big Bentley, Mulsanne, no LP, just two songs A-side, B-side, Ryder gang, bitch, thats right From N.O. to N.Y, I got shooters bitch, dont act cute and shit We was born broke, no silver spoon My niggas strapped, they super goons These niggas here kinda soft We get the bread, then fuck it off Get more money, then fuck it off Make your bitch wan suck me off We aint had shit, we learned to ball Them ghetto bitches they love us all Shorty bounce it and she clap that Slide down the pole, shes a super ho That gold cuban, I jack that You niggas know how this sposed to go Im in the club with niggas, I clap that That P90 I pack that Your fuckin head, I crack that You wan test me? Dont test me Look, lover boy whatre you trippin for? Niggas dont even want your ho My nigga Ill fresh out the pen You gonna make him go back again Them bottles coming, we turnt up Them sparks burnin now watch us shine You do this shit once a year We do this shit all the time Now captain come and save her Get her from around this paper Shell never be the same I mean like everything will change She cute blow a little cheese on her Get her ass shots, throw Ds on her Them shoes more than you think though My bitch look like my bank roll

D-D-Do you, do-do, do you think about me? Do you, do you, do you think about me? Do you think, do you think, do-do-do you think about me? Do you, do you, do you, do you think about me? You think about money when you think about me, huh? Its why my ex my ex, you dont wanna be her She used to have the Beamer, now she own a sneaker I had her eating lobster, now she eating pizza I think about Easter when I think about Keyshia Shorty stay fly, thats why I keep her Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa She good if I leave her, she got her own Visa Think about them when you think about fronting Think about stunting when you think about me Im the boss, Bentley or the Porsche? Overseas see jet skis slide across I love the way you dress, now take it off Put your legs high on my shoulders of course Im racing through your mind, but you already lost Im at the finish line and youre a friend of mine Come on, lets ride Just a little bit, every now and then Goddamn girl, we used to be friends Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit, just a little bit I think like a hustler, Im thinking bout a shipment She thinking Im her hustler, she thinking bout commitment Its like Paul McCartneys stuck in my head He fell in love with a bitch who walked away on one leg She aint even have to run to get away with the bread Thats some fucked up shit, think about that, kid Im thinking what this bitch thinking when she take me to court I pay my child support, what the fuck she want? This relationship shit is too much for me I wanna fuck, be friends and live comfortably She wanna shine and blow mines on shopping sprees She should have what she want, just not from me Im thinking bout my future, she brought up my past She dont care about me, she just want some cash Im thinking damn, girl, we used to be friends How did shit become all about ends? Just a little bit, every now and then Goddamn girl, we used to be friends Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit, just a little bit Do you think about me? I know you think about me You got to remember all the good times we had Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit I remember when you told me That Ill always be special to you, darling You were so special to me, do you think about me?

Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back and cruise Heres a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I pour my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when Im out on the street Put my Teflon on, and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I dont fuck with these clown niggas In the race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Soon as my sneaker went in stores, Reebok stock soared I aint gotta say Im a boss, niggas can tell The East Coast crib the size of a small hotel The shit journalists write about me leave me confused Have me feeling like the heavyweight champ when he lose I read somewhere Im homophobic—shit... Go through the hood, theres mad niggas on my dick Now, we can get hostile, or we can do this smooth TNT around, I can still make blow move This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, lets go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, lets go Last year, I woke up with good luck; damn, it feels good On the low, I done fucked like half of Hollywood Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows In my favorite position—you know how it goes And my Bentley bumpin Prince shit, this is When Doves Cry This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs fly Homie, this is something you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousys for women, but some niggas is bitch-made They make you wanna run across they head with a switchblade They point the finger at me, saying Im bugged My flows crack, you listen, your fucking brains on drugs Look, ice drippin on my neck, hands gripping on a TEC Fool tripping, threw a set, you can get your ass wet Cards messing up my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, lets go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, lets go My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins , Im still thugging Cruising, rims gleaming like the stones on my wrist Zoning—guess this is how it feels to be rich Homie, you hustling backwards if you chasing a bitch Stupid, chase the paper—they come with the shit Im falling... in love with success Entrepreneur, connoisseur, I maneuver the best Rolling Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunner, have your homies burning Rest-in-Peace candles As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a babys born, my nigga, the world turns Rappers, I make em sick when I say Im the shit They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid In 99, I had a vision and made a decision Being broke is against my religion, now Im caked up, what! This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, lets go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, lets go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, lets go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, lets go

Aw! It hurts The Ds trying to pin a murder on me In the precinct they saying I done murdered homie I told my lawyer I aint heard of homie And everybody know my niggas murder for me You see homo on your crib, it aint a burglary homey They finna to have me stuck in purgatory Im down to do the sticking when it come to the orgy Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me Wait, Im getting sidetracked, back to the story These cocksucking police got it in for me They flash their lights, they wanna rough me up Frisk me, find my burner and cuff me up But history repeats itself, they never learn The Units the new Bebos, who gon be Eddie Byrne? Huh, well find out when niggas let off the rounds And his partners screaming officer down Police get in the way Ill murder them, Ill murder them A nigga already got three strikes Ill murder them, I said Ill murder them Any motherfucker touch me Ill murder them, Ill murder them You dont believe me, wait and see Ill murder them, you see I told you Id murder them They saying Im an accident waiting to happen I got one in the head, Im just waiting to clap it A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit So just get you a white girl, dont fuck with no black bitch I got two felonies from selling that crack shit And the third one, came from showing niggas my mac spit See Im down for that daytime action Have niggas crawling under cars when I start to cappin So they dont know what to say to the captain But they know if word get back, something gon happen Ive been shot, Ive been stabbed, but I aint been snitched on When you snitching where Im from you gon get your shit blown Southside - I make the best of the worst We gotta share the same bitch, okay, I go first Cause your babys momma is my babys momma I come through to see my little nigga with the llama Police get in the way Ill murder them, Ill murder them A nigga already got three strikes Ill murder them, I said Ill murder them Any motherfucker touch me Ill murder them, Ill murder them You dont believe me, wait and see Ill murder them, you see I told you Id murder them

Yo bro Whats up? I think I had too much Hennessy, man Im fucking with that Effen This Hennessy getting to me I aint gonna lie, I’m a little smizz Who that? They with us? Im a little drizz Let em in, let em - 50 But we in the club, man, OOOUUU I let my young niggas drill like power tools Power on every week, I make power moves Talk what? I come through with all kinds of jewels Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews Got your bitch telling me to go slow She bouncing on the stick like a pogo She went below the belt, thats a low-blow Then tried to take a selfie, thats a no-no Niggas be hating on the low though See me in the Coupe or that four-door You say you the plug, where the dough go? We throw that at them hoes in the go-go 50 back on that bullshit You cool with my opps, we aint cool, bitch You got to watch how you do shit Thats just not how real niggas do shit Ooouuu, ooouuu These haters on my body, shake em off Yea they hate but they broke though And when its time to pop they a no-show Yea Im pretty but Im loco The loud got me moving slow-mo Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? That other nigga, he a bozo Its M.A, you dont know ho? We got liquor by the boatload Disrespect the Lyfe thats a no-no All my niggas dressed in that rojo I ride for my guys, thats the bro code Baby gave me head, thats a low blow Damn she make me weak when she deep throat I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho They be on that hate shit, I peep tho My brother told me fuck em, get that money sis You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips And we go zero to a hundred quick We just them niggas you aint fucking with Pockets on a chubby chick And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit Yerr Eli, why they testing me? Like I dont always keep the hammer next to me? Like I aint got a hitter to the left of me? Like we aint in these streets more than Sesame? If thats your chick, then why she texting me? Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually? Every time Im out, why she stressing me? You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie I dont open doors for a whore I just want the neck, nothin more Shawty make it clap, make it applaud When you tired of your man, give me a call Dyke bitches talking out they jaw Next minute calling for the law This nine will have them calling for the lord They aint getting shmoney so they bored I could never lose, what you thought? M.A got it on lock, man of course They say I got the juice, I got the sauce These haters on my body shake em off Pussy Im a bully and a boss Im killing them, sorry for your loss I just caught a body, Randy Moss Now this year Im really going off Ooouuu Ooouuu These haters on my body, shake em off Ooouuu Ooouuu Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em off Ooouuu Ooouuu These haters on my body shake em off I could never lose what you thought? What they thought? I could never lose what you thought? This henny got me, it got me sauced This henny got me oh, it got me sauced I could never lose what you thought? M.A got it on lock man of course Ooouuu Ooouuu

Ten years Yo, the sun dont shine forever But as long as its here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear something make sure you hear it right Dont make an ass outta yourself by assuming My music keeps you moving, what are you proving? You know that Im two levels above you, baby Hug me, baby, Ima make you love me, baby Its ten years and we still running this motherfucker Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need Its all fucked up now What the fuck yall gonna do now? Yo, yo, we cant stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together Im high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas Yeah faggot, if I want it Im gon have it Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it Dont make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me Im cocky, raps Rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that Im eight levels above you nigga Ill plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga Im the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggas is only gon leave you smoked So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers In the commission, you ask for permission to hit em He dont like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killings too blatant You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And Im quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it holmes You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic Park did, quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Ayyo, it cant stay dark for long They say its darkest before the dawn Calms before the storm Im happy Mason Bethas now preachin the Psalms And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John Yeah right, this is what Lifes Afters like B.I. Frank White, your Bad Boy For Life No matter what the public say we gon prove It aint another MC that could fill ya shoes Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out Other MCs been tryin to find ya route Its ill when MCs used to be on other shit Took home Life after Death and they studied it Listened to the double disc Now they all spit, like they all legit Frank tell how we did it, go We got the shit mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no pity Im the witty one, Franks the crook from the Brook Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped in the Coupe Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it aint no replacin him Niggas step up, with just macin them Placin them in fune-rals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, yall just betray men We spray men, I position, competition Another day in the life of the commission I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit gon get uglier than the Master P sneaker Im slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckers Ill sick Rottweilers on you fuckers, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero Ima break fore I lay on the floor buried Besides, every rapper aint a star, and every plaid aint Burberry You cant tame Lloyd, Im smokin by the big screen And changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy I know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of ya religion We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Yeah Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? I told yall, ten years from now well still be on top Weve just begun Thank you ... thank you B.I.G. forever Bad Boy baby You know the rest Fuck yall niggas wanna do?

Fuck You I dont give a fuck I dont give a fuck who you are Fuck You Niggas is this and that Im even, even better than before I dont give a fuck who you are Fuck you Niggas is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best Either Im trippin off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin Im havin flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin Comin up, I was taught never back down Thats why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there aint a shell left Come with my gun smokin, you can smell death They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on em Theres a lot of talk in the streets about me Niggas know, aint nothing sweet about me They keep asking me questions, like 50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah-Tah? Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody whos somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up LETS GO! Maaaaaaaaan I told niggas not to fuck with me they still push me Figured theyd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy I been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with Illmatic If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Mattola aint shootin out in the hood wit me Ive been shot 9 times my nigga thats why I walk funny Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandmas prayers the only reason Im here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy Thats why you bitch like me, son Im a heavyweight How dare these niggas take me lightly? I aint come to make friends and niggas aint gotta like me My own homie said 50, you done lost yo mind Cause I shootout in a broad day, run and toss my nine Cant find a nigga in the hood, that say 50 aint hot When I drop, Im sell like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up Jux me, A week later yall be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasnt always crazy This aint how moma raised me, this how the hood made me The Ds call me by my government name I be dumb and shoot up parks Have niggas runnin like Jesus Comin Theres wet pillows in prison, niggas cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, niggas would question they heart So when they come home, the come home Walking that tough walk, talking that Rikers Island Bing Talk Talkll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat But I aint tryin to do hard time like Pistol Pete See, niggas uptown understand me in the street You niggas uptownll Stan me in the street Ha-ha Fuck You I dont give a fuck I dont give a fuck who you are Fuck You Niggas is this and that Im even, even better than before I dont give a fuck who you are Fuck you Niggas is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best

Yeah I know you dont love me You aint the same when Jay-Zs around I know you dont love me You scream and holler when Eminems in town I know you dont love me Snoop put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris Try to run game on me, you punk bitch, I know you dont love me Gators and ostrich, you know the apparel You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel Im a stunner, my bitches trained like robots They sniff coke, deep throat and they hold out Glocks Its the brick-copper, the ounce chopper 645 NASCAR driver thats known to spit lava Im in Cancun with a model in the bedroom Her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom Talk out your mouthpiece, baby pa Or the baby AR will make it hot like South Beach I move like Bin Laden armed with them hammers In that new Jag wagon or James Bond Vanquish Medina all red, mira, give me head Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes Im a gangsta, general, comrade nigga Drug money, blood money in a brown bag, nigga I know you dont love me You aint the same whenever Banks around I know you dont love me You scream and holler whenever Ushers in town I know you dont love me See, Dre put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit Try to run game on me you punk bitch, I know you dont love me Im in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frames Six by nines playing, so I can hear everything Heavy on the gas homie, hogging up two lanes The navigation got me to where Im gon be staying A trunk full of something that can get a nigga life So my seatbelts on and Im stopping at the lights I done been to Queens before, but not behind the wheel Im a country nigga, aint this many buildings where I live But the business gotta be handled, so where this coward at? We leave a couple niggas laying, bet them bitches holla back Ever since Yayo been home its been on Smacking niggas up, employees is getting sent home On this battlefield, you know, its kill or be killed Leavin niggas with bullet holes and hospital bills This is how it is homie, La Cosa Nostra I wont stop til Im on a Wanted poster, motherfuckers I know you dont love me You aint the same when Lil Jons around I know you dont love me You scream and holler when Slim Thugs in town I know you dont love me Yeah, Em put me up on how the hoes get down I aint got time for a groupie-ass bitch Try to run game and they aint about shit, I know you dont love me You should thank the Lord if the ray gon getcha Cause the sawed-offll microwave a nigga like Adolf Hitler Fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm Im nicer than them Japanese niggas in ping-pong Look at my ring, don, at least a hundred K worth of bling on Smoking the same buddha as the courtroom shooter I got the mind of a genius, the rag-white Jag Backhand like Venus, jab like Zab And your bitch, Im making her knees knock in the lab Nut on her and send her to the weed spot in the cab And I dont hate all music, I just hate yalls And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles Im ahead of my class, fucker And I only serve a bitch once, so they treat my dick like the Last Supper Niggas calling out my name in vain Must want a jab to the jaw to be they claim to fame I know you dont love me You aint the same whenever Banks around I know you dont love me You scream and holler whenever Ushers in town I know you dont love me See, Dre put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit Try to run game on me, you punk bitch, I know you dont love me

] {gunshot} {gunshot} Yo, yo, we cant stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan, then we might as well die together Im high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berettas Yeah faggot, if I want it, Im gon have it Regardless if its handed to me, or I got to grab it Dont make a ass out of yourself trying to stop me Im cocky, raps Rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that Im, eight levels above you nigga Ill club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga Ugly nigga, Im the wrong one to provoke You ratting on niggas is only going to leave you smoked So the only thing left now, is toasts for these cowards I got no friends; fuck most of these cowards They pop shit; till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars; they lay around flowers I got a industry gangstress, that argues, and steams the reefer And flip when I call her bitch, like she Queen Latifah Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker Im sliding through the Rucker, with Prada on the chuckers So the spring break hoes home from college want to fuck us I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckers I sic Rottweilers on you fuckers, cops following to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lot of zeros When it come to paper, I blow the soul out a hero Ima break before I lay in the floor buried, besides Every rapper aint a star, and every plaid aint Burberry You cant tame Lloyd, were smoking by the big screen Changing the channel, looks like Im playing the Game Boy I know the watch bothering your vision But reach, and I put a dot on your head Like its part of your religion Why party with a pigeon? Im blowing a ten Because Bush handing out flyers, for a party in the prison Im in the Gucci vest, with the green and red straps Im the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every mornings a fast start But it aint a problem getting dressed Because my closet got more aisles than Pathmark Run when we starting a raid Or leave with twelve shells in your mouth, like a carton of eggs Im a young pimp, pardon my age I dont got long hair, but if I did shed be parting my braids Niggas find out what club they at, take them with us And run trains on them, like a subway map Your advance is a grey Acura; see these record labels Got most artists getting fucked like the gay rapper I go to college on the tour Im going down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur Keep your ammo clean, TECs polished in the drawer Cameras by the hampers that monitor the floor By now, you probably heard of me, fresh out of surgery Flashy as a fuck, you going to have to murder me Burglary, Im leaving with your Nikes burgundy White tee burgundy, you match now, back down Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on a boat, with weed smoke and fishing gear Heavy when I tote, C-notes from different years Bezzy and the rope, remotes and lifting chairs You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to your crib like Im a cab dispatcher You better off with the stupid guys, looking for a coupe to drive You aint getting nutting, but you french fries supersized Its a damn shame yall still local Im in a million dollar studio laying my vocals, nigga You still in the projects nigga, you aint going nowhere You going to be there for the rest of your motherfucking life And your mama saying: Im supposed to tell you something, to encourage you Something positive, alright: Well, I aint going to lie to you motherfucker; You aint going nowhere Get yourself a beer, and get on the fucking curb {gunshot} Fucking dirtbag {gunshot}

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

Yeah Don M-M-M-Murda Its been some time, but its worth the wait These other niggas tryna perpetrate Spreadin money out in my circle and make it circulate They got the nerve to say that Im forgettin bout niggas But niggas forgettin the favors I couldnt get out of niggas We had to work for this plan to hit I see him lookin sideways, so I parked on the curb to put a slant in it Nothing ever handed, we got on cause we demanded it They know who the winners, the decision is unanimous I know I aint perfect, but look Im workin I could make a melody like, Yeah, yeah We just turnin up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we cant go back there Dont tell me you love me, show me the money Where Im from, love can go bad, yeah Dont you feel alone, I go through it too Now turn around and let me hear you say, Yeah, yeah Stay ten toes down, Im really focused Look who I rolled with Same damn gang as last year If you didnt notice, niggas talk shit on some ho shit Til they hear that thing go blam, yeah Subliminal postin, yeah, they roast shit, they jokin Until we pull up to the scene like, Yeah, yeah Everywhere we go now, they feelin cautious, they worried I can make it so you cant come back, yeah I think we should stop the make-believin I be so damn fly without a reason I made 65 over the weekend I bring my whole gang to every event I know I aint perfect, but look Im workin I could make a melody like, Yeah, yeah We just turnin up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we cant go back there Dont tell me you love me, show me the money Where Im from, love can go bad, yeah Dont you feel alone, I go through it too Now turn around and let me hear you say, Yeah, yeah We come from the city thats never sleep Stay on point or get hit up for no reason My young niggas hurt them, they meant to murk em They puttin work in, have em bring it to you like, yeah, yeah If thats what you want, you can get it too Have em get at you, pull up with that blicky like, yeah, yeah Southside to Highbridge, the live shit Bali To Balmain, we out here on some fly shit Different pedigree, yeah Im from a different regime On your ass, feel like Im half-man, half-machine When I say they dont want the smoke, they know just what I mean I had they whole block taped off, call it a scene Yeah, we on that same bullshit, sun up to sun down Nigga pop out and get popped tryna run down Go head, get popped tryna run down Think a nigga bluffin, fuck around and get gunned down I know I aint perfect, but look Im workin I could make a melody like, Yeah, yeah We just turnin up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we cant go back there Dont tell me you love me, show me the money Where Im from, love can go bad, yeah Dont you feel alone, I go through it too Now turn around and let me hear you say, Yeah, yeah

Shit ya did it again my nigga For shizzle dizzle F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me Im a P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Yo that shit is crazy Whoo Kid Rewind that, play that back F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me Im a P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on Im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin gon die Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side Im down with that nigga Fifty like Im down with blue Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you G-U-N-I-Tizzt, fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business in Manhattan, I aint fuckin around I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down Thats waitin on me to return So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word They love it when I get to crippin And spittin this mag-ah-nificent pimpin I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Its G-Unit and the D-P-G From New York City to the L-B-C Ill break it down for ya, Im a P-I-M-P When my gun go off nigga ask about me Nigga look what done happened since yo bitch done chose My wrist done froze Ill show ya how I get them hoes I spit that G that be fuckin with they brain Have em on the track when its freezin in the rain Spring on a bitch with the nerve to complain Like bitch you dead wrong, you catch a date you’ll be warm You said you want the finer things in life, you gotta go out and get it And Ill be right here waitin when you come back with it Ya see I was born to break a bitch My instructionsll make a bitch I got me a New York Knicks, Celtics, and a Laker bitch I got that G that make these hoes have a change of heart Im a natural, I been good at this from the start I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Its goin down now with Fifty and Big Snoop Dogg And the archbishop, Don Magic Juan Ridin shotgun with WhooKid The straight up pimp is crack-a-lackin Its pimps up, you know its hoes down Its green for the money, gold for the honey We off and we runnin With Fifty and Snoop Dogg and the mackelineum Keepin it down playa Pimps up, you know the rest Church

So what you sayin, boy? You a shooter, boy? Nigga, we dont care who you shot Nigga, quit talking money round rich niggas Nigga, we dont care what you got Bitch, I got six niggas that hit niggas, boy, I dont give a fuck Especially when Im lit, nigga, real shit, nigga Send a bitch to line you up Boy, I dont chit-chat when I click clack I might ask a nigga, Whats up? Pull off in an Aston, pull up in a hooptie Then you fuck-niggas getting fucked Talking bout rapid-fire, automatic, brrrrrt, bang Nigga, hit everybody, I said everybody Laying right there where they stand, nigga Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint sprayin nothing, you aint laying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Til you do something, niggas out here putting that work in And Im cool, nigga, like that cup I put my purp in You aint bout the strap, you aint bout that knife, you aint bout that life You aint bout that, that gangsta shit, you aint bout that When its on well have you broad day or night, you aint bout that, right? You aint bout that life, that gangsta shit, we bout that Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Theyre not GGA, you play, Im gon see whats happening with ya I dont talk it out, dont rap about it, Im not these rap niggas Got a maniac mind-state, will increase the crime rate Me and every nigga on my team got a bathroom, bitch, try me You aint sayin nothin, thats Twitter talk, Im from where real niggas walk Crackers tried to lynch me, but couldnt get me cause Im real smart Heart of a lion, what that mean? I got a big heart Certified in style, been like that since a lil boy Nigga, who you talking to? You know what Ill do to you Transvestite your bitch-ass, make you work out in a hula hoop Street king, Boosie, boo, did things that turn you Christian Let it burn, fuck the consequences, what you saying? Ill burn you Bitches to the ground with no mercy, I promise you From Baton Rouge to Cashville, niggas gon ride for Boos So what you saying? Yeah, dont tell me, you dont wan see my mind twisted Oh, you pussy talking like these bitches, when I see you thats your issue, nigga Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Fresh out these handcuffs, dopeboy fucking these bands up Thick bitch, watch when she stand up, she just bounce, nigga, nigga, nigga Im brick money, my nigga nigga, you an ounce, you aint shit, money Im rent money, I get money, a bitch better get what she can get from me Got tats all on my body, my paperwork coming back clean Me and Boosie just tryna help B.G. get through his fourteen I dont want liquor, I just want lean, I caught two bodies on four beams I gotta slow down , well nigga, nigga, nigga Its going down, point em out and Imma point blank it, point blank I will have you emptying everything you have in your bank Bitch, I aint get no visits, I just done my time, ho Bought your bitch so many bottles turned into a wino Stomp a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga ass out in these Giuseppes All my bitches on par, all my niggas got felonies Dont do that, you aint bout that, you dont sell that, you dont count that You might grew up being around that, you werent there where we was gettin down at Lil nigga Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you aint saying nothing Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing

Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop in, right, like, now Niggas be thinkin Im crazy right? Yeah, you are crazy I aint crazy - you are crazy - at least I dont think Im crazy I think my shit is hot, I think Im hot you hot, but you crazy Why they wanna? I dont know Its the money that makes shit get ugly Its the money that makes these hoes love me Its the money that makes niggas wanna slug me Man, I thought the money would make it all lovely Yo, I actually write what I do and see The felonies from day to day make me say what I say When I die my art will be worth as much as Picassos Dont cry for me, smile for me And if you see them niggas who wet me wile for me Remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed And all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack Let my tombstone read I Tried and from the start Everything I wrote was from my heart So it’s always gon be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my shit, dont fuck with my art Sometimes it sounds like Im playing, but Im sayin This shit is real, it aint a game They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big Im convinced it can happen to anybody, kid So I get vest up when I get dressed up In the hood its messed up, niggas running round shooting shit up If its Dom that you drinking fill up my cup If you gossiping about me shut the fuck up Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt? When getting robbed aint a good time to press ya luck Duke listen, if you move Imma hurt you Youll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue Right now what you need to do is give me the cash Forget about your boss being mad, just save ya ass Be a good boy now, go and get your stash I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash Alright, run along before I shoot ya ass I hate to do this to you, but I really need this cash They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine I know we all gonna go, but Id hate to go fast Then again I dont think itd be fun to stick around and go last Man listen, if you really really like this shit Nigga, call Steve Stoute and Ill write ya shit Call him now before I drop for real cause after I drop Imma be chargin yall niggas like forty a pop To each his own: me? Id get it while it was cheap Typical mentality, I know, Im straight from the street 1999s the year of the predator, Im killing to eat Niggasll treat you like a egg, when you come to cop you get beat Give me your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? What a treat Youre a generous guy, take em off or die Man, we hurting round here, aint nobody slinging pies Look around, aint nobody round here fly Why you round here with this shit anyway? Huh? You high? See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam Here I stand as a dysfunctional man Quick-tempered, short-fused and pissed at God Demons pullin at my soul til its ripped apart Secrets out, Momma: that fire, I started it Fuck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire shit Whats positive about a father that bust nuts then wussed up And a momma that dont show her son enough love? Shit, thats why I run from my first son And force these chickenhead bitches to get abortions I married the Game, my mistress is Fame My girl packed her clothes, she know I aint gon change Go insane in a world evil as ours I done shot at houses, people and cars The deeper the scars, the worse is the history God, you aint gotta forgive me, just dont forget me, you hear me? 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 most importantly Im tryin to support my seeds Cant seem to get away from them courtin fees Embroidery, on my hood across my heart disorderly Breakin in houses of people who aint got more than me Accordingly, I move in error Gotta face the fact though, I cant fool this mirror Neglected my daughter And tryin to blame on how I was brought up Like Im a product of this environment, why aint I shot up? Got up today like, Why you let me breathe again? And with each breath I feel death is creepin in Thinkin sinners are winners and Ima finish last My pen and pad record my life as each minute pass Passin minutes, I shook sin and shook drugs I did right by you, but still you took Bugz Then caught me in adultery, fought me For not knowin through the dark streets You walked me, talked to me 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 Its the risk thats a rush, so rush my wrists into cuffs Its like a fight for your attention and love Speakin of Bugz, give me a hint from above If he not, you know I wanna be sent when Im done Kid out of wedlock so my ladys frontin I love Em cause he gave me somethin A positive anything is better than a negative nothin I was on the edge of death, ready to jump in Its hard when you cant find love anywhere And just because the reverend listen dont mean he care Pops on crack with a sufferin past I dream in black and white, the world color me bad Other than sad, painful and stressed Life is good with the webs that tangle with death Control the border, control the score I have sinned amongst men and my soul is yours 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 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

Boy you forgot my style Flowers, a funeral service, a kids in the coffin It sound so familiar, dont it happen so often? The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy Couldnt help but think nigga better you than me .38 aint got no safety, that bullet got no name on it But its hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching Run, run, hit the gate, Ds yelling drop it Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits So in her eyes, hes mommys little baby But he was outside talking to niggas crazy In a room full of people came to pay their respect I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail And my man, tomorrow he gon get out of jail ROR, trust me nigga I know the law Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit Im on it Thats his first taste, I mean his first case Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped This nigga here we still got that, yeah First law in my hood is show no fear Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures Trying to come up, still eating around roaches Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas wont clap you then We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch His wifey just sat there, preachers werent saying shit Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave This type shit a nigga got to see to believe These bitches acting up in here Police they dont fucking care Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit Cousin back from college saying he gon get who did this shit He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball You play with the wrong niggas we gon get to letting off I done seen enough, feel like its time for me to split Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga We all cant win, some of us got to lose Envision a lil dog barking at a pack of wolves Cause thats what happened, yeah yeah, thats what happened He just went on and on till niggas started attacking Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When Im dead and Im gone niggas will remember the name Its

The Giants play in New York Forbes, 1, 2, 3 I get money, money I got Money-money I got, money-money I got You know what it is, aww man Its the billion dollar remix, baby, for reala Come on man, Im hot now, drop now, top down I got style Been around the block pal imagine what I got now The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti Range and Maserati, I got em all, goddamn My money, my-my-my money, long I blackout and break a bat on your ass like Barry Bonds I get it, Im down for the jooks now whats up Im with it, I told you I was gon cake up I did it, niggas tryna show me how to ball Man, they tryna buy some Gucci, Im tryna buy the mall I aint came to get a little bit Im tryna get it all My new bitch a cool bitch Im fitting to make her spoiled If my watch is right, my stocks is right But dont be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight Still gutter like a mothafucka, chipped up Dont be surprised when I grip up, you slip up you could get it I get money, money I got Money-money I got, money-money I got A lotta money on this record man, I like being around money man Its three the hard way baby, you know my mothafuckin name Bo knows but Diddy did it Cars, jewelry and big homes, yeah, Diddy did it Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah, Diddy did it But my lawyers so good that Diddy got aquitted I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez While you was riding around in Miami on mopeds Oh, you just got here I been doin this shit for over ten years I am chilling, in Sean John denim Nigga I dont walk nowhere Im four wheeling Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceiling Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal Face on the Forbes in 94 I did it Dont like it Im a Bad Boy now lets get it come on! I get money, money I got Money-money I got, money-money I got I get the pounds, the pesos, the yen I celebrate and Im fresh out the pen Im a hustler, Im back at it again Im bad and I dont play pretend, fuck with em, Jay Im a hustler baby, cant escape my past When I flipped Rocawear, I told em: Give me mine in cash Yeah, checks might bounce Alphabet boys might check my accounts Still hustling baby, hurry up, kill me Im already the GOAT, next stop is the billi Young turbo, six speed 9/11 Im revving Im trying not to spill my merlot When my girl go on world tour Ladies Im back on the street like Im out on a furlough Im back clubbing, Ace of Spades bubblin Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket? Im killing the block, multiple whips So Im killing the roof, like Michael Vick Yeah! Just call me Forbes.com In case yall forget New York is still mine, I get it I get money, money I got Money-money I got, money-money I got You talking my language now baby I wouldnt wanna be outside the borough on this one

Shawty my type tonight, you know I’m kind of picky She saying I love New York, I’m saying welcome to my city Corporate type, Im finna strip her to her Vickys She about her business, why you think she fucking with me? I could smoke to the rhythm, see Im really not a dancer G-Unit plus Jeremih equal summertime anthem It’s hot now, time to put the top down I’m here, girl, I’m coming around your block now Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Dont you tell em what we do Dont tell em, dont tell em, you dont even, dont tell em Dont tell em, you dont even, you dont even gotta tell em Dont you tell em, dont you tell em You dont even, dont you tell em, dont you tell em You dont even, you dont even even gotta tell em Dont you tell em, dont you tell em Know you say you down with it Won’t tell em how you hit the ground with it Girl, you know I’m from Chicago, I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it In it, nobody take me out though You got gifts, bring em down the South Pole Marathon doll, Im puttin miles Don’t you worry bout it, might gon work it out Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That’s right, right, right, right, right Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Dont you tell em what we do Dont tell em, dont tell em, you dont even, dont tell em Dont tell em, you dont even, you dont even gotta tell em Dont you tell em, dont you tell em You dont even, dont you tell em, dont you tell em You dont even, you dont even even gotta tell em Dont you tell em, dont you tell em Don’t tell ‘em I be around this bitch Got you doing all kinds of freaky shit, making flicks Don’t tell ‘em I be in your front door Then I’m in your backdoor on all fours Don’t tell ‘em cause a nigga would be heartbroken Chest out, stressed out, nigga start smoking I ain’t trippin’, I am chillin’, I ain’t illin’ I ain’t thinkin’ about no nigga in his feelings They gon’ try to break us up, don’t let ‘em Half of these hoes never rode in a Phantom We be doing the thing, girl, hope you don’t change, girl Maybe one day I might get you and my main girl Tequilla shots, got her taking off her top Make that ass pop, I’mma drink this bottle to the last drop I got bands, baby, dance like a mascot You can hit me up, I done moved from the last spot Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Dont you tell em what we do Dont tell em, dont tell em, you dont even, dont tell em Dont tell em, you dont even, you dont even gotta tell em Dont you tell em, dont you tell em You dont even, dont you tell em, dont you tell em You dont even, you dont even even gotta tell em Dont you tell em, dont you tell em Don’t tell your baby father shit He worried about getting lit Them other women can’t outclass you Celine bag with the tassels Pretty face and she got some ass too High heels, pills and potions Wrists get the dutches, we smoking I’m a starver for my Southside chicks But please don’t run your lips about no side nigga dick Money too long, it don’t matter, but it measures You ain’t in my good look, we just look better Gotta keep it on the low though, don’t tell ‘em He ain’t cuffing you like a convicted felon Said she wanna groove back like Stella No one could do it better, K. I double letter She beautiful, she bella, homie, don’t sweat her, let her She was like that when you met her RG, Goodfellas, let’s go You don’t really care right? Say it like you mean it Later on youre sneaking, behavior going indecent No holding back, ain’t got no reason Middle of the summer and I’m out here freezing Please and all of the above Girl, don’t tell that nigga nothing, play it cool He accusing you, just say it wasn’t another fool New clues, I leave your nose, dimes need every one of those Hundred rolls, holding your heart, I play my part Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Dont you tell em what we do Dont tell em, dont tell em, you dont even, dont tell em Dont tell em, you dont even, you dont even gotta tell em Dont you tell em, dont you tell em You dont even, dont you tell em, dont you tell em You dont even, you dont even even gotta tell em Dont you tell em, dont you tell em

New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit! We on fire Up in here, its burning hot We on fire! Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot We on fire! Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh, nigga what you say? We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire this Nah, I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna 26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster than the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder Im buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your hair Yeah, Im riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back rubs Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting wrong deals Im only 21, sitting on mills We on fire Up in here, its burning hot We on fire! Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot We on fire! Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh, nigga what you say? We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire If you know anything about me, then you know Im a baller If I dont hit the first night, I aint gon call her Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I cant blame her for what her momma taught her And I dont care bout what the next nigga bought her Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her butter I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I aint sparing a quarter< So cut the games ma, lets go in the back Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down And I aint bias when Im riding through the town Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown She gotta be able to come when I need her Tight ass pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader We on fire Up in here, its burning hot We on fire! Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot We on fire! Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh, nigga what you say? We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire

Uh, man Remember niggas used to pay bingo? Like yo man, bingo man, thats my call man, for real Big body Benz, big body Benz, big body Benz I say all I ever wanted was a big body Benz All I ever wanted Killers dont have no conscience, blat, wont think about it Trap up in them houses, rats, they Mickey Mouses Gats up in their trousers Ma came in and gave me a slap Said she found all that crack under her couches I cant sleep, Fred Krueger in my dreams Call niggas all machines, all yall work for me And Id rather work a triple beam than at Burger King Rob you for your bling-bling, give me all your ching-ching Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything Before I leave, lifes a bitch, and we just havin a fling Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings Let it ring til it click, empty clip You can smell me and see Ive been through some shit With my clique M-Zone, Rida Gang, now these hoes gon ride the dick Its because of street fame these bitches know what it is They gon say Im doing my thing when I pull up in that six Lord knows All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz Pushin coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles Then they got them vapor bitches, Im like this for real? Me, I want that big Benz with the emblem in the grill Start packin the steel, lettin niggas know the deal I want that shit so bad, start thinkin who I got to kill? Thats how a nigga feel when we out there in the field That Glock was pumpin, paper comin, how can niggas chill? Barrel link manage gold teeth, put gold all in my grill Shoot out shit, I rob your bitch, I use her as a shield Shit, look at the wheels, wooo! Look at the wheels Chrome two-piece Lorenzos got me lookin like a mill Peace call, if you wanna talk then later we can build, AHH! All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz Uh, sittin back in my new AMG, smokin with 2-thou-15 Golden wrist, few pounds of green Park this shit, shoot down yo teams Now it seems, oh so clear through Beams Flow so dope, I lean Fuck you mean? Lucky that you breathe Choke the leaf Focus through my new designer lens Tell her not her friends Beaucoup dollars spent, new jewels line em in Too cool time to win, Im on top again You gon top me off, excuse me out Bullshit you about, front, them Rugers out Face the sword, no risk, no reward Peace talk wont go nowhere, gets ignored Price you cant afford, white man at your courts Get you more, right here like before Seen it all my life shit end like this Come back filthy rich, still not guilty, bitch, uh All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz Nigga, knahmean? Dreams man, street dreams, ya feel me? Free PJ, free my lil homie Chucky, yknahmsayin? Straight up and down man, oww! Free my nigga Red Elway, ya heard me? Just caught ten, ya feel that? Damn, shit real man, we just was all real niggas man Just out here chasin our dreams man Everybody wanna be fly, everybody wanna live flashy youknowmsayin? Its all about feedin the fam, man, straight up and down man So we gon do whatever it takes to get it By any means... {fades out}

They said I aint a threat, but now I record and send the check N I stash half the cash n spend the rest N I would a been broke like yall if I didnt invest We both got ice n cars but I aint in debt A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest Yall sound like has-beens, n I aint impressed Im dying to bet, you fellers know I aint the best Prove Im lying if I aint correct They call me doc, Ill give your dog shots but, I aint the vet N I got dough so, I aint upset, ayo I do the drop on, Michael Js and the top gone At least I got the butter like microwave popcorn Stop drawing its gon be hard to move me Swizz tha Monster, he could star in a horror movie I usually, I click fast, and bang ya bitch ass N aint nothing change, I got cane for the quick cash But change I whip pass, aim n Blid-ast! The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash! Slang the stid-ash, Im tryna stack money high Gimme money till I die, gimme 25 Man I might not be alive when Im 25 Thats why I carry 2 nines, n a 25 And sell 20s, thatll get you dummy high Bagged in a one-25, on 25s Them 20s on the five, my coochie rate sky rocketed Look Ock Im a pimp, thats why I popped ya chick Sis got the it, know she tryna cop me it Now she start giving up dough to go shoppin with Popping ish might get you to deserve it But it happened, be happy she aint get you murdered Im a straight cannon, n Im getting the cake can N I be out the state tanning, eating on baked salmon Im straight scrambling, tryna sell a gram of Ye But ya strip only get a grand a day N there ten of yall on it, pretending yall doing it You dont get stacks boy, you a pack boy Be on the corner for a hundred hours Selling other niggas coke n only gone get a hundred dollars You could probably get some money if you come an holla Cause I got haze, n I cop Ks So my block made heavy money My weed fluffy, n got red hair like Peggy Bundy I got 20s come cop from the house Cause the green you got garbage like Oscar the Grouch I got more change then you got in my couch Next cat that scream my name gon get shot in the mouth I got the yay on the stroll in my whole notebook of raps Every bar raw when I write its like cooking crack I gotta mean street team that be pushing packs Im getting gravy like the 80s, I took it back Im watching niggas on the block get shook and rat Seen niggas serve the wrong fiend, get booked for that I watch niggas try to floss n get took for that So between the draw of jeans where I put the gat Meek keep the piece, n you know Mook ll clap Last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap You cats will go night night for the right price So I suggest you know respect if you like life Cause the white high how I made loochie Them big rocks got em like Chris Rock when he played Pookie The strip poppin, I ride for cash N you softer then a toddler ass You could ask any cat that was on the strip with me If I flipped the key, n I had Christmas tree Man, Cass sold more bags then Lipton Tea N I had chicks trick for me, cause Im a pimp My watch, I gotta squint at my wrist to see What time it is, n my hip where the llama is Ill look at yall cats cheques like, where the commas is Fishtanks in the headrest so the piranhas is Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past You know Im going slow, but my rims is spinning fast Im in a class by my self, you niggas ass You did it in the past, but now you niggas trash N my flow pathetic, yea Im so poetic Even though I dont get my credit, but its copasetic Everything I spit is so sick like my throat infected Im the illest nigga out, n I aint sold a record But you know Im gunna blow cause Im so connected Swizz going to produce, Jay gon promote the record Who hard as me what, I did a song with R but I aint on no RnB stuff I aint no pretender, yall remember the free stuff N thatll happen to a nigga actin like he tough I spit toxic waste so talk slick n Get ya faced sliced up a like chocolate cake Rest in peace to B.I.G, P.A.C., Aaliyah, Left E.Y.E New York, Game you dont stop, Big Pun, n you wont stop I said, Rest in peace to B.I.G, P.A.C., Aaliyah, Left E.Y.E Freaky Tah, you already know Big L, the whole click yo My name Cassidy, Im on the heezy man I get so slick and greezy man All my strips pop like a greasy pan Cut your dough short like, Easy man. Believe me, you need to come see me man My coke make smokers have a seizure man A chickll see my hand, and leave her man You need a keys to a Beamer, like Im Beenie Man You see me man, Im a handsome boy I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more I be glances at yall with ya Goofys on Box, Pink Pathers, Snoopys on I just put up all my jury on All my diamonds, n my rubys on, shinin off the light It look like I got a Coogi on The roof of the coupe is gone, and Snoop is on You dudes is simply dumbies Yall on the block with empty tummies, n trying to get this money I just got a watch, niggas tryna get this from me Oh the coupe dropped it, shit a nigga clumsy Chickens want me, N aint tryna hear no Yea Im trying to pop, but Im not trying to head though Come over here yo, come on dont be scared yo Ill Im trying to do is get brain like the scarecrow On Wizard of Oz, look I dont be lying A lot of yall need courage like the cowardly lion All this powder Im buying, I can make a brick road And my nickels the size of Swizzs nose But thats gettin old, we gone bring it up to date N niggas know that I spit shit for yo Im a grown ass man, I dont play with kids I spray the led, and rip you apart like a Mr. Potato Head I bought the Bentley GT, n its tomato red Cause I sling butter of the color, of potato bread I grind for mine, dime for dime Cats hatin, but they know my rhymes line for line They tryna perpetuate, how you gone hate n you a fan Man, my strip poppin like bacon in a pan My little mans ll take them grams and walk to Brooklyn For the cake, but they aint Making a Band I put 10 on my wrist, put 8 on my hand About 80 on my neck, cause I be scraping the pan I take a trip, Im back with a tan, Im with a diva Sippin Margaritas with my back in the sand Or Im on a yacht gettin my cock licked from a Chinese freak Tryna eat Beef Yachiniku with chop sticks I just got the hard top, n I aint got car shop I just hit Swizz on the phone, he on the car lot Im a star, I got love for the game But Im still a thug mang, but a slug in yo brain N put blood stains on your timbs, so when the clip low Get low like the Ying Yang Twins Or your scar be all on the windows n the wall Im in it till the end yall, win, lose, or draw My name Cassidy, I know you remember me man I hold twin revolvers like Im Yosemite Sam I ride with the 4-5, but I dont drive an Infinity man Im the guy you pretend to be man Thats why when you take a shot, its not going to be Hennessy man That pawn knocks on my evils man, damn I cant let it slide around n ride petrified Lettin them decide when they gon try come test the odds F that man, I make the gat exercise N you could be next to die, you better recognize Or you get done for, trump if you want war Its nothing, cause you aint even uckin with my young boys Alright you got dumb rhymes, I got dumb moths Im sick with it, man I spit until my tongue sore N you niggas done crimes, but I done more My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store See Im the one you run from, not come for You could get the whole clip, plus one more You aint never slung raw with your fake ass I was burnin my bags determined to make cash N if the table start turnin, Im a take cash You betta try to find a Teflon face mask My mom said, Calm down, you aint safe Cass N I aint tryna see you at your way up to upstate Cass. So I fell back, tried not to sell crack Try not to sell kis, I aint even sell trees Yea I chilled but, I was still gettin bread Cause I did credit card scams with this chicken head Im a be a hustler till Im sick or dead But for my Moms sake, I had to let the grind wait I was young at the time, I had to get my mind straight I liked to rhyme n got nice like in nine eight I started gettin props, then got ish on lock This was right at the Big died, n I was missin Pac Listen not, I was really on cash I was only 15 n had Philly on smash For real, I still got Philly on smash I mean theres some hot knuckles, but Im still the top knuckle N Im stick a block knuckle, so Im money hungry N I pop knuckles that try to take money from me See my money funny, n I aint joke a lot Cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke a lot I got an herb problem N I aint even drop a single yet n Im starting on my 3rd album N I bet you want my dick fam Cause I met your CEO and he say, Yo Im a big fan Im a big man, cramped in a skinny body N with the mini shotty, I jam anybody Cause I dont feel none of yall N with the raps or the gats, Ill kill one of yall Awwh, Yall ready know I got my hand on my hammer Mind on my cake, cause I grind for the cake I do crimes for the cake I could do the time but I aint tryna get a case man I got the gun with me, but you dont get a one fifty I keep the nine on my waste Take a knife out and put a Nike sign on your face I put in time for the cake, thats why Im grateful for every dime that I make I got signed now dimes climbing escape Cause my pockets puffy and it remind them of Mase, wait Im a bad boy, get trash bags full of cash boy Im in a Vanquish, not a Jag boy Why you mad boy, cause you catch cabs boy N you gettin paid less paper then my bag boy You a hater thats sad boy Cause yo mom even liked me, I might be yo dad boy You a messed up, I know you upset up But you better watch how you talking to your step pop Watch, Im a be gon in your fridge N walk around with my boxers on in yo crib, kid

DJ please, pick up your phone Im on the request line! G-Unit! This is a Missy Elliot one-time exclusive Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup If you got a big , let me search you And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Remix! Now Missy she too much for me Took me to the crib man, she told me Now my babymama told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT Next time Ill hit her in that G5 TRUCK Ive got the magic stick, I can go for hours From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky I can go hard, know why, big girls dont cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think Im in love Im looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club Id like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha You do or you dont or you will or you wont cha Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips dontcha See my ass and my lips dontcha Lost a few pounds in my waist for ya This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah Boy oh boy its good to know ya Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it If you got a big , let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya I put my thing down, flip and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it If youre a fly gal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah Dont I look like a Halle Berry post-ah? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah You wont find a bitch thats even bett-ah I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah Listen up close while I take you backwards Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards Im not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it If you got a big , let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya I put my thing down, flip and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Girls, girls, get that cash If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass Aint no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah Prince couldnt get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir Picture black sayin, Oh yessuh massa Picture Lil Kim dating a pastor Minute man, big men can outlast ya Who is the best? I dont have to ask ya When I come out, you wont even matt-ah Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it If you got a big, let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya I put my thing down, flip and reverse it I put my thing down, flip and reverse it To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God

Put em up Put em up, put em up, put em up Put em up Put em up, put em up, put em up Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me We goin way past quarter to three Im good in the VIP I got my hammer right here with me You know when you party with crooks You gotta learn to respect the jux Everything aint cool as the fame And this shit aint as sweet as it looks You know Im puttin something on me Right before I leave outta the car You go tough talkin at me You gon leave out the club wit a scar We pop bottles like its all free Fore I leave, Imma buy out the bar You gon order whatchu want, its on me Im a G, take a look at a star It feels so good to live sucka free Im soakin it all up while your girls suckin me It mean the world to her, its nuttin but a nut to me Look miss, get a grip or let a mothafucker be Im a rap star, who posed to be ridin around in that car Two in the front, in the back got the plasma This aint a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma I wouldnt buy a chick a pump that got asthma And Im busy so I move a bit faster You cant tell me yes if I dont ask ya, huh Im a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket Rule number one: keep ya gun or get ya ass hit And thats it, lights off and ya body stiff By the same niggas you used to party with Yea I cruise through the strip, 22s on the whip, new Ruger on the hip Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit I dont care whos on the strip It aint only the Ferrari now, the jewels got em sick Now its 2006, I need a new bottom miss Its aight, they can talk, Im amused by the pricks Im the news out the bricks, nigga, whos hot as this? I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got em pissed I aint a cuddler, I fuck the drool outta chick My niggas ice-grill, but it aint the same They dont see the faces, they just see the chains like OOH when ya get em, they dont know you with me They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me This regular shit, the everyday mentality They charged up, dont make me put in the battery Put em up Put em up, put em up, put em up Put em up Put em up, put em up, put em up

Aww nigga do you Know what this is 1 shot, 1 kill, whats the deal G-UNIT! Aww nigga do you Know who you with Its Tony Yayo Up in this bitch Got them german lugers Wit them hollow tips 6 shot Rugers WitH them extra clips 50 cent, back on that gangsta shit On my way, OT to flip them bricks In that big, body benz you know its a 6 Got your bitch on my dick, I stack them chips And Im flashy as a fuck my jewels are sick From a block away you can see the kid Dont front, muthafucka you know my style I dont go nowhere without my .40 cal On the low, shawty got a thang for the kid And ya know, Im finna take her back to the crib Here we go, Imma show her how a playa live At the door, I tell her take her clothes off...shiiit Shorty so seductive dancing on me The way that she move is making me horny If I wake up next to her in the morning Imma turn her over and tell her lets do it again I put the g in g-unit Baby I got game Any more good to go And I dunno your name Is it the wheels on the hot car Meals from the shot bar Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star Ladies tell the truth, you know Im cute But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off Going to the tele and your getting popped off I cant stop thinking of the things you do When you freaking me and Im freaking you I said the ice on my neck make the shorties stick Baby let me fly you in my lear Stop, slow down baby If you hear this in the club shake it go down baby Its past my curfew but parole dont know Tear up the club, dont call my PO Shorty so seductive dancing on me The way that she move is making me horny If I wake up next to her in the morning Imma turn her over and tell her lets do it again My waves keep spinning, my charm be amazing women You know them black and them white and them asian women Lets cut the small talk, you know why I approached you I cant stand with a dime thats anti-social Gucci lip gloss, louis vuitton, and them boots from beneto vinetto cost her arm Yayos a don, my car european You got mirrors in your pants cause I see me in them Listen, I piss out cris, inhale haze In the marriott getting laid all day Tattoos, and piercings and rings in your tongue Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum I need groupie love, the coupe on dubs Im in this club with a tre pound snub Dont blame it on david Im all iced out 50 got me rich so the bars priced out Shorty so seductive dancing on me The way that she move is making me horny If I wake up next to her in the morning Imma turn her over and tell her lets do it again

Man I finna do my thang Its crazy in the club when Im in there mayne Trust me homie Im not playin I have the dance floor off the chain, I said I came to bring you that California love And a little New York hate, its all of the above Im not playin, I said Im off the chain You niggas better follow instructions, I said I ball ‘til I fall, stunt til I drop Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot You buy a bottle, I buy the bar I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras When I get into it, I get into it Everybody can’t do it the way I do it I make it rain, till the sun come out A nigga playin, we make the guns come out Now, my question is who they gon blame When Im back number one on the Billboard again? Shit shift now, the game done changed Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain I guess I made the kids want slang And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang Nah, its just music man, its just music Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it I have the savoir-faire I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin? I really dont care, I said I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say Im gettin money man, I really dont care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said Yeah, lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive See itll tell you what your mileage is when Im inside I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round Switch gears till your love comes down I take you to the point of no return if you listen you learn Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn While they cant get a place, she drop the bomb on me Its up and down and up and down gracefully Rick James wouldve said She a Brick House But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout I find out she like it how I like it, huh Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good She said it so good, goddamn Im so hood, nigga what up? I have the savoir-faire I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin? I really dont care, I said I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say Im gettin money man, I really dont care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said And get into it Youre now rockin with the Unit, I say And get into it We gon show you just how we do it, I said Aftermath Still Shady Aftermath, I said Aftermath Still Shady Aftermath

Im still a rider, Im still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making Im still a baller, Im still balling Thats five times I aint picked up, your bitch still calling Im super ghetto, Im still with the shit Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick We still mobbin, niggas still starvin We still deal after deal, shit is no problem He still love her, she aint shit Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick Hes still a real niggas, still will kill Told the still bitch dont squeal or get your cap peeled The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Im still a rider, Im still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making Im clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty See Im a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers Im at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything I aint here to entertain when I let them bullets sing Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that youre lame You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper Im gone You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Im still a rider, Im still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making She on my leg like a little kid She hump my leg like a horny bitch Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, Im a magnet Nah, I aint running after no broad, she stuck on my dick Im a different breed, blame it on my genes Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green Shes seeing dollar signs, Im seeing reasons why Never had to stress no pussy, Im one of a kind Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look There aint a bitch more dime than me The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me While you.. You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Im still a rider, Im still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making Ghetto niggas stillll pick a penny up You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up Little homie loading a semi up Catch em all after the club, tell em the ante up Anyway, each and every day, Im looking for a better way You owe me, you better pay Ghost, let the beretta spray Hood want uncut dope and some better yay I aint chasing pussy, never have Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass Still a rider, still rolling, still need a mask Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Im still a rider, Im still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making

This mic on? Ladies and gentlemen Id like to thank you for coming out tonight For the screening of my new film Im Not Rich Im Still Lyin Its 50 Cent starring as Game, its autobiographical I hope you enjoy yourselves 50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe Im gangsta Im crippin, the Damu Im trippin Fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck N.W.A Man Im Hurricane Game I brought the west back, I write the best raps Snoop shit aint all that And I get bad bitches now I even fucked Mya 50 you a liar See thats why I hate you, you think you know me Imma tell everybody you shot my homie I hope the police get you and you go to jail Feds freeze your accounts so you cant make bail I hope everybody on G-Unit go to hell Wit Eminem, Obie, Stat Quo and D-12 So what I was on Change of Heart?, so what I was a stripper? So what I never banged? Im from Compton nigga! Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When its comedy or its drama Its starrin me no problem Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When its comedy or its drama Its starrin me no problem G-G-G-G-Unot! I got my own shoe So, the ads in the magazine nobody cant tell You tryna be funny, D-Mack got all my money And Jimmy robbin me, they listenin probably Me and Fase had a fall out he really not my brother We got the same father but we got different mothers Now Suge punked Dre but he dont punk me I won a Vibe Award this year nobody punch me So what, its still on my trophy case I think nothing of it Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When its comedy or its drama Its starrin me no problem Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When its comedy or its drama Its starrin me no problem Yeah; its 50 New album, July 18th Its called I Cant Stay Away Yall thought I was gonna let yall eat? Naw nigga Oh! This is too much fun man Hey... hey nigga I seen yo lil DVD nigga Is that all you got? I mean newsflash: nobody believes you Then you say you woke up outta coma 2001 Well yo brother says you never were in a coma Then you say you were in a gang Well yo brother says you were never in a gang Now you can get your records together And you can submit em to me I mean you can send the records you have to me So I can... open... ya album budget, your recording budget You gotta send your music to the boss.... thats me, the boss Yeah....its D-Unit, G-Unit, thats it, thats all I rule with a iron fist Cocksucker

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 They keep on sayin the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe theyre just tryna distract it From the fact that Im comin back Or maybe its cause I aint black, maybe its because of that Maybe its because Im the highest sellin artist in rap While Im sittin back in my office jackin off to my plaques Im still sick, how can I be sick this long? And Im still alive, Magic Johnson of rhymes I thrive on makin my opponents think that Ive died Thats when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there Damn, I forgot how much money he got On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man dont lay In the sun cause I dont tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money weve earned? How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s still? And Fif hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit He aint even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score! To go from sellin bags to bottles right out the store And Shady hit the box office, man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we make pay Im just a super easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has-been, thats when I start spazzin Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then Im the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards Im a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanyes glasses! 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 outta court, yeah, I pop the cork I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk In the hood if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya Im about my bread Round the world if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya they love the kid Whoa, hey Whoa, hey Whoa, hey Whoa, hey Whoa, hey Whoa, hey Whoa, hey Whoa, hey whoa I get money, money I got I get money, money I got I get money, money I got Money I got, money I got I get money, money I got I get money, money I got Money I got, money I got (I said dont get outta line I-I get it, I-I get it Yeah, yeah)

Heres a little info you should know You dont know what youre in for What youre in for We get the party rockin, bottles poppin Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah System thumpin, the club is jumpin Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah Lets toast to success and take it a little higher May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires Let your driving ambition offer you new visions May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had Lets enjoy tonight like tonights our last We can focus on the future and reflect on the past We done came so far, I mean, look where we are If they dont call us by name they call us entrepreneurs From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight Want the best of the best, the top of the top I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, cmon We get the party rockin, bottles poppin Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah System thumpin, the club is jumpin Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah What was once a strike against us has become an advantage Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential Product of the environment , they aint been what weve been through Im fond of the phrase If theres a will, theres a way Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play Southside , its alright Ghettos my Alma Mater huh? Its alright We could keep the party jumpin like this all night The bottles, just keep em comin, baby, lets get right Lets get it on, play a little Marvin It’s gettin hot in here, homie, this could be a problem Keni Burke style, lets keep rising to the top Lets do it, do it big and let a fuckin hater watch, oh yeah This is perfect, this a moment to remember As we proceed on our money getting agenda, cmon We get the party rockin, bottles poppin Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah System thumpin, the club is jumpin Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah

Its cold So cold Yall niggas know Know what Im about Fuck with my dough Then the guns come out Yall niggas know Know what Im about Fuck with my dough Then the guns come out I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say Im fucking crazy, they think Im out my mind Cause Im down to bust a nigga head all the time Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money long You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on your own You right there in my zone, welcome to the terrordome The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins Blue still in the range, Im doing my thang The semi-auto spray, run if you get away Well find your whereabouts and clap at you another day Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead Yall niggas know Know what Im about Fuck with my dough Then the guns come out Yall niggas know Know what Im about Fuck with my dough Then the guns come out In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggas dont know Im around Hop out, hit em up, lay my murder game down You see me in ya projects, 187s in progress Hard niggas finna soften up when that lead touch em You cut em once he keep fighting, fuck it just keep cutting em Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you dont wanna feel how hollow tips feel Fuck around and get your cap peeled, nigga you know the drill Brownsville, Flatbush, Crown Heights, Brooklyn Zoo Feed the wolves, they eat the food and the hand that feed em too Nigga welcome to the jungle, New York, New York Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk Look homie, Im cool with some Bloods, Im cool with some Crips Im cool but if theres a problem, nigga I got extra clips I dont know karate, but I split the bricks I dont love em lover boy, we can share a bitch Yall niggas know Know what Im about Fuck with my dough Then the guns come out Yall niggas know Know what Im about Fuck with my dough Then the guns come out Ill come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya In case your dumbass wanna tussle AR-15, cooling system makes the shell case muffled Scope, infrared, run youre still dead Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head Contract killa, murder for the scrilla Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready No exception to the rule, death is promised Plus I just bought my niggas new Macs and llamas Got respect for human life, but will accommodate you One phone call and niggas will exterminate you No future fucking with me, theres no tomorrow Niggasll run up on you tonight and hit you with hollows Yall niggas know Know what Im about Fuck with my dough Then the guns come out Yall niggas know Know what Im about Fuck with my dough Then the guns come out

jackpot, got the right 7 digits Why call to kick it when I can come through to visit? It wont be long fore a nigga get to know you right Show you right, couple of hot spots we can go to tonight I watched her, waist trained proper Either it’s genetics, or she got the right doctor Strobe lights when she move to seduce me Make a nigga wanna go sushi I just hit the lotto Pull up to the V.I.P., pop a bottle Tell me what you want and I got it She said she’s from Nevada She said she goes to school in Chicago But she wanna dance, and she model Girl, with a body like that and an ass like that Drop it to the floor, bring it, bring it right back You know I be on, baby, just like that You know what to do with it It’s just the way I feel with you, baby It’s just the way I feel with you, baby I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto Jackpot, got the right 7 digits I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto Jackpot, got the right 7 digits I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto Ask about me, I’m persistent, consistent I put a hand on it and told her kiss it, she kissed it I’m not the one that broke her heart, I fix shit, I fixed it Type nigga runnin’ ‘round always saying slick shit The kind of the right mind, you can deal with Hit my line at the right time, we can chill, sip And sip on somethin’ and let your feelings out When it’s just you and me, that’s what it’s really ‘bout The way I feel with you, baby It’s just the way I feel with you, baby I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto Jackpot, got the right 7 digits I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto Jackpot, got the right 7 digits I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto You better believe that I got her And the 3 right behind her They said they wanna follow So I grab another bottle Showtime, no Apollo I know you’re catchin’ the vibe Tell by the look in your eye Girl, you know I We gonna get active tonight I hit the jackpot tonight I can’t deny It’s just the way I feel with you, baby It’s just the way I feel with you, baby I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto I just hit the lotto

Unstoppable I know that you want me to fail But no I wont Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop I will never stop After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure theres pain Even though we broke for the moment, well be ballin again Til I make it, yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz Similar to niggas too scary, get too near me, we rushin Visions of over-packed prisons, visions of niggas thug livin Pressures and three strikes, I hope they dont test us They pull the heat out, ammunition in crates Psssh! Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin It’s like I’m - dreamin, seein scenes of me ballin Participated in felonious behavior Cock the cocked 45, snatchin niggas pagers Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit We started out drinkin 40s, moved to harder shit God damn, now Im a grown man, I follow no man Nigga got my own plan I am unstoppable I know that you want me to fail But no I wont Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop I will never stop I got a handgun habit, nigga front Ill let you have it When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it Im allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas Front and Ill put your brains on that curb fast nigga I aint a marksman, one spark and I spray shit Nuff rounds from that H-K, I dont play bitch Move like Im militant, back on that gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas cant move me I squeeze till I run out of ammo, if its a problem its handled I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind Its crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust First theres crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse We dont go to funerals, but well go to your wake fam Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man I am unstoppable I know that you want me to fail But no I wont Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop I will never stop Theres a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice Cause thats sort of 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 trying to 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 coo-coo I got screws loose, yea 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 rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass I am unstoppable I know that you want me to fail But no I wont Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop I will never stop

Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What yall fools know about perculatin on lo-los? Mics and six-fos, nigga Ha ha, no more hand claps, please, nigga Here we go - Just Blaze! To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch And I cant forget, my niggas ridin the train, Yankee fitted Snub nose under that Pelle shit I love New York, but gangbangin thats L.A. shit And Im proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are, you could turn it down, fuck it I could shoot a video to it and spend half the budget Im gangsta, let the 40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got niggas doin life in the state pen So I dread like Jamaicans If I die for one of my statements Then break up the streets of Compton Spread my blood in the pavement Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down But when I come through strapped to see whats up Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down But when I come through strapped to see whats up Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write Get my Reebok deal done or Im stayin in Air Nikes, aight? I handle bars, you aint gotta ride a bike To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin wheels Lets roll, through the City of God, where niggas trained to kill Well chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will For real, nah, Pharrell, I need a track, homie Dre we too close, aint no turnin back, homie Deal with it, Ima be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big, yeah Let me paint this picture while you sit here Thinkin in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeah I spit for niggas doin 25 on their fifth year Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear And every nigga who ever helped me to get here Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down But when I come through strapped to see whats up Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down But when I come through strapped to see whats up Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin weight Now three bricks, four bricks, Im drivin upstate Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight Look at the world we live in, niggas steady hate til the Heckler and Koch, leave em chopped up like Freddys face Niggas catchin feelings cause Im about millions And out of all the newcomers out, my flow the illest You a close second nigga, banana to a gorilla Put us in the same cage, and Ima have to peel em The best of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the village The head honcho, starin out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills condo Two long-ass Heats, I call em Shaq and Alonzo You niggas want me out of L.A., geah, I know Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down But when I come through strapped to see whats up Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down But when I come through strapped to see whats up Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal

50, Nicole It’s just another one Another number one Ha, ha! I’m complex, difficult to understand I don’t know if me or just the makeup of a man I want it in the morning Bright and early I want it I rise as the sun rise Baby, now get up on it Give it to me good Shawty work it like you should You follow instructions Then I follow instructions The ultimate seduction More kissing and touching Feels supernatural First chance I’m at you Come here, baby, ay, be my baby Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh Come here, baby, put your hands on my body Hands on my body, oh oh oh Right there, keep it right there I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh Yeah yeah, oh oh oh Yeah Me like the way that you hold my body Me like the way that you touch my body Me like the way that you kiss my Yeah yeah yeah yeah, me like it Me like the way that he put it on me Me like the way that he push up on me Me like the way that he go down down Wha down down, wha, down down down down No, you never gonna let no girl take him from me Never gonna let no girl steal him from me Never gonna let the girl get that close now I tell em hey, babe, youre too close now Come here, baby, ay, be my baby Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh Come here, baby, put your hands on my body Hands on my body, oh oh oh Right there, keep it right there I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh Yeah yeah, oh oh oh Yeah I like the way that you talk dirty Dont wash your mouth out, I like it dirty You like to please, yeah, I like that Yeah yeah yeah yeah, me like it I like the way that you keep me coming That yeah, you so good you had me running Me like the way that he go down down Wha down down, wha, down down down down No, you never gonna let no girl take him from me Never gonna let no girl steal him from me Never gonna let the girl get that close now I tell ’em hey babe youre too close now Come here, baby, ay, be my baby Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh Come here, baby, put your hands on my body Hands on my body, oh oh oh Right there, keep it right there I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh Yeah yeah, oh oh oh Yeah I like it when you freaky, I’m freaky I’ll explore your body completely Till you feel like you need me Chest to chest I work you get to kissin your neck Come correct till morning sweat is making us wet Say my name, say my name Positions we change I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking I ain’t playing no games Jackpot, back shots Dont run from me, take it My pleasures pleasing you You should feel the same too Do we know how to work it? Put it on, you work it Do you feel good for you let down good for you? Yeah He got that, got that All my girls, if your man put it down, let me hear you say yeah All my ladies, if your man put it down, let me hear you say yeah Do we work now like you like that? When he throw that bone at you, do you bite back? Say yeah, all my girls say yeah If it make you feel good Come here, baby, ay, be my baby Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh Come here, baby, put your hands on my body Hands on my body, oh oh oh Right there, keep it right there I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh Yeah yeah, oh oh oh, yeah Come here, baby, come be my baby, come be my baby Oh, oh, oh Come here, baby, put your hands on my body Put your hands on my body right there Right there, keep it right there I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh Come here, baby, ay, be my baby Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh Come here, baby, put your hands on my body Hands on my body, oh oh oh Right there, keep it right there I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh Yeah yeah, oh oh oh

Imma be honest with you, I expect you to like me I mean what is there not to like, Im confident I got a great sense of humor, Im fun Im the kind of person you have fun with If it look this good I wonder how it taste Baby if I touch your body Hear you scream my name Would you whisper to me Its yours Girl you smell so gentle and pure You control my senses Baby ooohhh my senses Its like everythings good When I touch and you touch It smells like heaven Way better than a tulip Your love let me taste it Come here let me taste it Time is of the essence Baby dont you waste it I tell you what Im thinking You listen to my thoughts So you could see my vision Then youll never get lost If you follow my lead Girl Ill be what you need I put my trust in you now Put your trust in me Ill be a true friend Someone to believe in Ill give you freedom Unconditional meaning If tonight is her night Its her night Just get back to me tomorrow, alright? Im not into cuffing Im not into fronting Im into getting paid But blowing paper I be stunting See to me its nothing Lets get into something Should I pick you up or meet you at the tele girlfriend Would you whisper to me its yours Girl you smell so gentle and pure You control my senses Touch.... See.... Smell.... Hear.... Taste....

I’m only in the company of kings I made a power move and it’s everything it seems Before Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams Standing on the shoulders of twenty-thousand fiends Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S, D-E-A One letter short but still motherfuck the DA We play by the rules as they try to crack the code Combination locks to the kilo’s that I hold Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji You know where to find me Greenhouse a circle of top whores Mandarin, Gansevoort, any them top floors 35 large, took it right out the top drawer Still got a throwaway phone in my sock drawer It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus Ring, ring, a nigga wont sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring a nigga wont sing Less he is an insomniac, hell die in a dream You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from powdered jelly donuts to taking them Os From my high school sweetheart to fucking with hoes Look, I’m all grown up and I done blown up Nigga, aint much changed; in fact, things are the same I’m the definition of shooter, gun of choice, the Ruger You’ll take my word for it or make me do it to ya I’m a magnet to murder, when I’m in the mood Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes I’m bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I’m filthy Drop Phantom is milky, white on white 24 inch blades, Im skatin Red eyes, smoking that bomb shit, Im Satan Nigga, surprise, 50 back on fire 50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus Ring, ring, a nigga wont sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring a nigga wont sing less he is an insomniac hell die in a dream, ugh! I sit with the liars, duck tape and tiers Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire Innocent faces with a shitload of priors Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers Deep-sea dive for the fishscale Tryna find a better price? Man, that ship sailed Take a breath and head back if that shit failed Drop weight like an anchor; then, you set sail Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over Engine devil-scream when I turn the key over Pirellis on the street rolling like a steamroller Bitches double-team when I have my sleepovers Yuugh! Re-Up Gang with the G-Unit This is tailor-made, drug dealer theme music Test it on your tongue or either watch a fiend do it I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus Ring, ring, a nigga wont sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring a nigga wont sing Less he is an insomniac hell die in a dream

Remo The Hitmaker This is The Unit She said she want a stunner I said, Baby girl, Im gettin money Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh Cant forget the girl if I wanted While she up and down on that pole While she up and down on that pole While she up and down You got me sayin, Yeah Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low You got me sayin, Yeah Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low I blew ten, I blew twenty Its nothin to me, I get money I eat, sleep and I shit money I cant get this bitch off me Im tossin it, she want it Thats the way we own it Sound crazy, dont it? Im turnt up, turnt up Them bottles come, we we want it Pass em out to my homies Shorty break it down for me I done gave her half of that molly, shorty Lap dancin all on me, probably Give it to me now, give it to me now First she got me up, then shes goin down Im finna climb that, I mean climax We ridin out, Im gon ride that Triple X flick, we gon try that She can press record, dont rewind that, cmon She said she want a stunner I said, Baby girl, Im gettin money Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh Cant forget the girl if I wanted While she up and down on that pole While she up and down on that pole While she up and down You got me sayin, Yeah Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low You got me sayin, Yeah Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low My hair longer than hers, bitch, life aint fair Im gettin paid off ad-libs, all I gotta do is say, Yeah Ridin around in that foreign, all your stories sound distorted Got so many Cuban links with me, my chain can get deported At the bar takin shots, you are out, you need reloading If you ever took a bitch from me, I come back to repo it Dirty Sprite, I repour it, smellin like the car dealership And I dont think its gon work out So bitch you need a membership She said she want a stunner I said, Baby girl, Im gettin money Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh Cant forget the girl if I wanted While she up and down on that pole While she up and down on that pole While she up and down You got me sayin, Yeah Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low You got me sayin, Yeah Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low Olé, olé, olé, olé Look at 64s, out everyday, olé, olé Hey nigga, let me let you know how much I care about the bitch Im bout as cold as it gets Only thing they get is a whole a lotta dick Shout-out to college park where its sold by the brick Nigga, hold up Sittin on this table with the racks on go Got some bitches with me, turnt to the max on go But we with this shit you with, you try me we shootin And shootin til the gun dont blast no more Back it up to me Grind on me like you tryna make love to me And go and bring that badder girl in the club to me That would make you the better girl in the world to me, for real And Im still ridin one hand on the wheel The other one touchin the girl while she kissin the other one Makin the faces like she finna bust her one She said she want a stunner I said, Baby girl, Im gettin money Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh Cant forget the girl if I wanted While she up and down on that pole While she up and down on that pole While she up and down You got me sayin, Yeah Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low You got me sayin, Yeah Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low

SO OVER YOU IS THE GREATEST ENEMY A MAN CAN HAVE AND THAT IS FEAR. I KNOW SOME OF YOU ARE AFRAID TO LISTEN TO THE TRUTH—YOU HAVE BEEN RAISED ON FEAR AND LIES. BUT I AM GOING TO PREACH TO YOU THE TRUTH UNTIL YOU ARE FREE OF THAT FEAR.... – Malcolm X THE FEARFUL ATTITUDE In the beginning, fear was a basic, simple emotion for the human animal. We confronted something overwhelming—the imminent threat of death in the form of wars, plagues, and natural disasters—and we felt fear. As for any animal, this emotion had a protective function—it allowed us to take notice of a danger and retreat in time. For us humans, it served an additional, positive purpose—we could remember the source of the threat and protect ourselves better the next time. Civilization depended on this ability to foresee and forestall dangers from the environment. Out of fear, we also developed religion and various belief systems to comfort us. Fear is the oldest and strongest emotion known to man, something deeply inscribed in our nervous system and subconscious. Over time, however, something strange began to happen. The actual terrors that we faced began to lessen in intensity as we gained increasing control over our environment. But instead of our fears lessening as well, they began to multiply in number. We started to worry about our status in society—whether people liked us, or how we fit into the group. We became anxious for our livelihoods, the future of our families and children, our personal health, and the aging process. Instead of a simple, intense fear of something powerful and real, we developed a kind of generalized anxiety. It was as if the thousands of years of feeling fear in the face of nature could not go away—we had to find something at which to direct our anxiety, no matter how small or improbable. In the evolution of fear, a decisive moment occurred in the nineteenth century when people in advertising and journalism discovered that if they framed their stories and appeals with fear, they could capture our attention. It is an emotion we find hard to resist or control, and so they constantly shifted our focus to new possible sources of anxiety: the latest health scare, the new crime wave, a social faux pas we might be committing, and endless hazards in the environment of which we were not aware. With the increasing sophistication of the media and the visceral quality of the imagery, they have been able to give us the feeling that we are fragile creatures in an environment full of danger—even though we live in a world infinitely safer and more predictable than anything our ancestors knew. With their help, our anxieties have only increased. Fear is not designed for such a purpose. Its function is to stimulate powerful physical responses, allowing an animal to retreat in time. After the event, it is supposed to go away. An animal that cannot not let go of its fears once the threat is gone will find it hard to eat and sleep. We are the animal that cannot get rid of its fears and when so many of them lay inside of us, these fears tend to color how we view the world. We shift from feeling fear because of some threat, to having a fearful attitude towards life itself. We come to see almost every event in terms of risk. We exaggerate the dangers and our vulnerability. We instantly focus on the adversity that is always possible. We are generally unaware of this phenomenon because we accept it as normal. In times of prosperity, we have the luxury of fretting over things. But in times of trouble, this fearful attitude becomes particularly pernicious. Such moments are when we need to solve problems, deal with reality, and move forward, but fear is a call to retreat and retrench. This is precisely what Franklin Delano Roosevelt confronted when he took office in 1933. The Great Depression that had begun with the stock market crash of 1929 was now at its worst. But what struck Roosevelt was not the actual economic factors but the mood of the public. It seemed to him that people were not only more fearful than necessary but that their fears were making it harder to surmount adversity. In his inaugural address to the country, he said that he would not ignore such obvious realities as the collapse of the economy and that he would not preach a naive optimism. But he implored his listeners to remember that the country had faced worse things in its past, periods such as the Civil War. What had brought us out of such moments was our pioneer spirit, our determination and resolve. This is what it means to be an American. Fear creates its own self-fulfilling dynamic—as people give in to it, they lose energy and momentum. Their lack of confidence translates into inaction that lowers confidence levels even further, on and on. “So, first of all,” he told the audience, “let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror, which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.” What Roosevelt sketched out in his speech is the knife’s edge that separates failure from success in life. That edge is your attitude, which has the power to help shape your reality. If you view everything through the lens of fear, then you tend to stay in retreat mode. You can just as easily see a crisis or problem as a challenge, an opportunity to prove your mettle, the chance to strengthen and toughen yourself, or a call to collective action. By seeing it as a challenge, you will have converted this negative into a positive purely by a mental process that will result in positive action as well. And in fact, through his inspiring leadership, FDR was able to help the country shift its mind-set and confront the Depression with a more enterprising spirit. Today we seem to face new problems and crises that test our national mettle. But just as FDR made the comparison to even worse times in the past, we can say that what we are facing is not as bad as the perils of the 1930s and the subsequent war years. In fact, the reality of twenty-first-century America is something more like the following: our physical environment is safer and more secure than any other moment in our history. We live in the most prosperous country in the world. In the past only white males could play the power game. Now millions upon millions of minorities and women have been given entrance to the arena, forever altering the dynamic—making us the most socially advanced country in that regard. Advances in technology have opened up all kinds of new opportunities; old business models are dissolving, leaving the field wide open for innovation. It is a time of sweeping change and revolution. We face certain challenges as well. The world has become more competitive; the economy has undeniable vulnerabilities and is in need of reinvention. As in all situations, the determining factor will be our attitude, how we choose to look at this reality. If we give in to the fear, we will give disproportionate attention to the negative and manufacture the very adverse circumstances that we dread. If we go the opposite direction, cultivating a fearless approach to life, attacking everything with boldness and energy, then we will create a much different dynamic. Understand: we are all too afraid—of offending people, of stirring up conflict, of standing out from the crowd, of taking bold action. For thousands of years our relationship to this emotion has evolved—from a primitive fear of nature, to generalized anxiety about the future, to the fearful attitude that now dominates us. As rational, productive adults we are called upon to finally overcome this downward trend and to evolve beyond our fears. THE FEARLESS TYPE THE VERY FIRST THING I REMEMBER IN MY EARLY CHILDHOOD IS A FLAME, A BLUE FLAME JUMPING OFF A GAS STOVE SOMEBODY LIT.... I WAS THREE YEARS OLD.... I FELT FEAR, REAL FEAR, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. BUT I REMEMBER IT ALSO LIKE SOME KIND OF ADVENTURE, SOME KIND OF WEIRD JOY, TOO. I GUESS THAT EXPERIENCE TOOK ME SOMEPLACE IN MY HEAD I HADN’T BEEN BEFORE. TO SOME FRONTIER, THE EDGE, MAYBE, OF EVERYTHING POSSIBLE ... THE FEAR I HAD WAS ALMOST LIKE AN INVITATION, A CHALLENGE TO GO FORWARD INTO SOMETHING I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT. THAT’S WHERE I THINK MY PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE ... STARTED, WITH THAT MOMENT.... IN MY MIND I HAVE ALWAYS BELIEVED AND THOUGHT SINCE THEN THAT MY MOTION HAD TO BE FORWARD, AWAY FROM THE HEAT OF THAT FLAME. – Miles Davis There are two ways of dealing with fear—one passive, the other active. In the passive mode, we seek to avoid the situation that causes us anxiety. This could translate into postponing any decisions in which we might hurt people’s feelings. It could mean opting for everything to be safe and comfortable in our daily lives, so no amount of messiness can enter. When we are in this mode it is because we feel that we are fragile and would be damaged by an encounter with the thing we dread. The active variety is something most of us have experienced at some point in our lives: the risky or difficult situation that we fear is thrust upon us. It could be a natural disaster, a death of someone close to us, or a reversal in fortune in which we lose something. Often in these moments we find an inner strength that surprises us. What we feared is not so bad. We cannot avoid it and have to find a way to overcome our fear or suffer real consequences. Such moments are oddly therapeutic because finally we are confronting something real—not an imagined fear scenario fed to us by the media. We can let go of this fear. The problem is that such moments tend to not last very long or repeat themselves too often. They can quickly lose their value and we return to the passive, avoidance mode. When we live in relatively comfortable circumstances, the environment does not press on us with obvious dangers, violence, or limitations to our movement. Our main goal then is to maintain the comfort and security we have, and so we become more sensitive to the slightest risk or threat to the status quo. We find it harder to tolerate feelings of fear because they are more vague and troubling—so we remain in the passive mode. Throughout history, however, there are people who have lived in much tighter circumstances, dangers pressing in on them on a daily basis. These types must confront their fears in the active mode again and again and again. This could be growing up in extreme poverty; facing death on the battlefield or leading an army in war; living through tumultuous, revolutionary periods; being a leader in a time of crisis; suffering personal loss or tragedy; or having a brush with death. Countless people grow up in or with such circumstances and their spirit is crushed by adversity. But a few rise above. It is their only positive choice—they must confront these daily fears and overcome them, or submit to the downward pull. They are toughened and hardened to the point of steel. Understand: no one is born this way. It is unnatural to not feel fear. It is a process that requires challenges and tests. What separates those who go under and those who rise above adversity is the strength of their will and their hunger for power. At some point, this defensive position of overcoming fears converts to an offensive one—a fearless attitude. Such types learn the value not only of being unafraid but also of attacking life with a sense of boldness and urgency and an unconventional approach, creating new models instead of following old ones. They see the great power this brings them and it soon becomes their dominant mind-set. We find these types in all cultures and all time periods—from Socrates and the Stoics to Cornelius Vanderbilt and Abraham Lincoln. Napoleon Bonaparte represents a classic fearless type. He began his career in the military just as the French Revolution exploded. At this critical moment in his life, he had to experience one of the most chaotic and terrifying periods in history. He faced endless dangers on the battlefield as a new kind of warfare was emerging, and he navigated through innumerable political intrigues in which one wrong move could lead to the guillotine. He emerged from all of this with a fearless spirit, embracing the chaos of the times and the vast changes going on in the art of war. And in one of his innumerable campaigns, he expressed the words that could serve as the motto for all fearless types. In the spring of 1800 he was preparing to lead an army into Italy. His field marshals warned him that the Alps were not passable at that time of year and told him to wait, even though waiting would spoil the chances for success. The general replied to them, “For Napoleon’s army, there shall be no Alps.” And mounted on a mule, Napoleon proceeded to personally lead his troops through treacherous terrain and past innumerable obstacles. It was the force of one man’s will that brought them through the Alps, catching the enemy completely by surprise and defeating them. There are no Alps and no obstacles that can stand in the way of a person without fears. Another example of the type would have to be the great abolitionist and writer Frederick Douglass, who was born into slavery in Maryland in 1817. As he later wrote, slavery was a system that depended on the creation of deep levels of fear. Douglass continually forced himself in the opposite direction. Despite the threat of severe punishment, he secretly taught himself to read and write. When he was whipped for his rebellious attitude, he fought back and saw that he was whipped less often. Without money or connections, he escaped to the North at the age of twenty. He became a leading abolitionist, touring the North and telling audiences about the evils of slavery. The abolitionists wanted him to stay on his lecture circuit and repeat the same stories over and over, but Douglass wanted to do much more and he once again rebelled. He founded his own antislavery newspaper, an unheard-of act for a former slave. The newspaper went on to have tremendous success. At each stage of his life Douglass was tested by the powerful odds against him. Instead of giving in to the fear—of whippings, being alone on the streets of unfamiliar cities, facing the wrath of the abolitionists—he raised his level of boldness and pushed himself further onto the offensive. This confidence gave him the power to rise above the fierce resistances and animosities of those around him. That is the physics that all fearless types discover at some point—an appropriate ratcheting up of self-belief and energy when facing negative or even impossible circumstances. Fearless people do not emerge exclusively from poverty or a harsh physical environment. Franklin Delano Roosevelt grew up in a wealthy, privileged family. At the age of thirty-nine he contracted polio, which paralyzed him from the waist down. This was a turning point in his life, as he faced a severe limitation to his movement and possibly an end to his political career. He refused, however, to give in to the fear and the downward pull on his spirit. He went the opposite direction, struggling to make the most of his physical condition and developing an indomitable spirit that would transform him into our most fearless president. For this type of person, any kind of encounter with adversity or limitation, at any age, can serve as the crucible for forging the attitude. THE NEW FEARLESS TYPE THIS PAST, THE NEGRO’S PAST, OF ROPE, FIRE, TORTURE ... DEATH AND HUMILIATION; FEAR BY DAY AND NIGHT, FEAR AS DEEP AS THE MARROW OF THE BONE ... THIS PAST, THIS ENDLESS STRUGGLE TO ACHIEVE AND REVEAL AND CONFIRM A HUMAN IDENTITY ... YET CONTAINS, FOR ALL ITS HORROR, SOMETHING VERY BEAUTIFUL.... PEOPLE WHO CANNOT SUFFER CAN NEVER GROW UP, CAN NEVER DISCOVER WHO THEY ARE.... – James Baldwin Through much of the nineteenth century, Americans faced all kinds of dangers and adversity—the hostile physical environment of the frontier, sharp political divisions, a lawlessness and chaos that came out of great changes in technology and social mobility. We responded to this constrictive environment by overcoming our fears and developing what came to be known as a pioneer spirit—our sense of adventure and our renowned ability to solve problems. With our growing prosperity this began to change. In the twentieth century, however, one environment remained as harsh as ever—the black ghettos of inner-city America. And out of such a crucible a new fearless type came forward, exemplified by such figures as James Baldwin, Malcolm X, and Muhammad Ali. But the racism of the times constricted their ability to give full rein to this spirit. In recent times, newer types have emerged from inner-city America with more freedom to advance to the highest points of power in America—in entertainment, politics, and business. They come from a Wild West–like environment in which they have learned to fend for themselves and give full rein to their ambition. Their education comes from the streets and their own rough experiences. In a way, they are throwbacks to the freewheeling types of the nineteenth century, who had little formal schooling but created a new way of doing business. Their spirit fits the disorder of the twenty-first century. They are fascinating to watch and in some ways have much to teach us. The rapper known as 50 Cent would have to be considered one of the more dramatic contemporary examples of this phenomenon and this type. He grew up in a particularly violent and tense neighborhood—Southside Queens in the midst of the crack epidemic of the 1980s. And in each phase of his life he has had to face a series of dangers that both tested and toughened him, rituals of initiation into the fearless attitude he has slowly developed. One of the greatest fears that any child has is that of being abandoned, left alone in a terrifying world. It is the source of our most primal nightmares. This was Fifty’s reality. He never knew his father, and his mother was murdered when he was eight years old. He quickly developed the habit of not depending on other people to protect or shelter him. This meant that in every subsequent encounter in life in which he felt fear, he could turn only to himself. If he did not want to feel the emotion, he had to learn to overcome it—on his own. He began hustling on the streets at any early age, and there was no way he could avoid feeling fear. On a daily basis he had to confront violence and aggression. And seeing fear in action so routinely, he understood what a destructive and debilitating emotion it could be. On the streets, showing fear would make people lose respect for you. You would end up being pushed around and more likely to suffer violence because of your desire to avoid it. You had no choice—if you were to have any kind of power as a hustler, you had to overcome this emotion. No one could read it in your eyes. This meant that he would have to place himself again and again in the situations that stimulated anxiety. The first time he faced someone with a gun, he was frightened. The second time, less so. The third time, it meant nothing. Testing and proving his courage in this way gave him a feeling of tremendous power. He quickly learned the value of boldness, how he could push others on their heels by feeling supreme confidence in himself. But no matter how tough and hardened they become, hustlers usually face one daunting obstacle—the fear of leaving the streets that are so familiar and that have taught them all of their skills. They become addicted to the lifestyle, and even though they are likely to end up in prison or die an early death, they cannot leave the hustling racket. Fifty, however, had greater ambitions than to become merely a successful hustler, and so he forced himself to face and overcome this one powerful fear. At the age of twenty and at the peak of his hustling success, he decided to cut his ties to the game and dive into the music racket without any connections or a safety net. Because he had no plan B, because it was either succeed at music or go under, he operated with a frantic, bold energy that got him noticed in the rap world. He was still a very young man when he had faced down some of the worst fears that can afflict a human—abandonment, violence, radical change—and he had emerged stronger and more resilient. But at the age of twenty-four, on the eve of the release of his first record, he came face-to-face with what many of us would consider the ultimate fear—that of death itself. In May of 2000 an assassin poured nine bullets into him in broad daylight as he sat in a car outside his house, one bullet going through his jaw and coming within a millimeter of killing him. In the aftermath of the shooting, Columbia Records dropped him from the label, canceling the release of his first album. He was quickly blackballed from the industry, as record executives were afraid to have any kind of involvement with him and the violence he was associated with. Many of his friends turned against him, perhaps sensing his weakness. He now had no money; he couldn’t really return to hustling after turning his back on it, and his music career seemed to be over. This was one of those turning points that reveals the power of one’s attitude in the face of adversity. It was as if he were confronting the impassable Alps. At this moment, he did as Frederick Douglass did—he decided to ratchet up his anger, energy, and fearlessness. Coming so close to death, he understood how short life could be. He would not waste a second. He would spurn the usual path to success—working within the record industry, nabbing that golden deal, and putting out the music they thought would sell. He would go his own way—launching a mix-tape campaign in which he would sell his music or give it away for free on the streets. In this way he could hone the hard and raw sounds that he felt were more natural to him. He could speak the language of the hood without having to soften it at all. Suddenly he felt a great sense of freedom—he could create his own business model, be as unconventional as he desired. He felt like he had nothing to lose, as if the last bits of fear that still remained within him had bled out in the car that day in 2000. The mix-tape campaign made him famous on the streets and caught the attention of Eminem, who quickly signed Fifty to his and Dr. Dre’s label, setting the stage for Fifty’s meteoric rise to the top of the music world in 2003, and the subsequent creation of the business empire he has forged since. We are living through strange, revolutionary times. The old order is crumbling before our eyes on so many levels. And yet in such an unruly moment, our leaders in business and politics cling to the past and the old ways of doing things. They are afraid of change and any kind of disorder. The new fearless types, as represented by Fifty, move in the opposite direction. They find that the chaos of the times suits their temperament. They have grown up being unafraid of experimentation, hustling, and trying new ways of operating. They embrace the advances in technology that make others secretly fearful. They let go of the past and create their own business model. They do not give in to the conservative spirit that haunts corporate America in this radical period. And at the core of their success is a premise, a Law of Power that has been known and used by all the fearless spirits in the past and is the foundation of any kind of success in the world. THE 50TH LAW THE GREATEST FEAR PEOPLE HAVE IS THAT OF BEING THEMSELVES. THEY WANT TO BE 50 CENT OR SOMEONE ELSE. THEY DO WHAT EVERYONE ELSE DOES EVEN IF IT DOESN’T FIT WHERE AND WHO THEY ARE. BUT YOU GET NOWHERE THAT WAY; YOUR ENERGY IS WEAK AND NO ONE PAYS ATTENTION TO YOU. YOU’RE RUNNING AWAY FROM THE ONE THING THAT YOU OWN—WHAT MAKES YOU DIFFERENT. I LOST THAT FEAR. AND ONCE I FELT THE POWER THAT I HAD BY SHOWING THE WORLD I DIDN’T CARE ABOUT BEING LIKE OTHER PEOPLE, I COULD NEVER GO BACK. – 50 Cent The 50th Law is based on the following premise: We humans have generally little control over circumstances. People intersect our lives, doing things directly and indirectly to us, and we spend our days reacting to what they bring. Good things come our way, followed by bad things. We struggle as best we can to gain some control, because being helpless in the face of events makes us unhappy. Sometimes we succeed, but the margin of control that we have over people and circumstance is depressingly narrow. The 50th Law, however, states that there is one thing we can actually control—the mind-set with which we respond to these events around us. And if we are able to overcome our anxieties and forge a fearless attitude towards life, something strange and remarkable can occur—that margin of control over circumstance increases. At its utmost point, we can even create the circumstances themselves, which is the source of the tremendous power that fearless types have had throughout history. And the people who practice the 50th Law in their lives all share certain qualities—supreme boldness, unconventionality, fluidity, and a sense of urgency—that give them this unique ability to shape circumstance. A bold act requires a high degree of confidence. People who are the targets of an audacious act, or who witness it, cannot help but believe that such confidence is real and justified. They respond instinctively by backing up, by getting out of the way, or by following the confident person. A bold act can put people on their heels and eliminate obstacles. In this way, it creates its own favorable circumstances. We are social creatures, and so it is natural for us to want to conform to the people around us and the norms of the group. But underneath this is a deep fear—that of sticking out, of following our own path no matter what people think of us. The fearless types are able to conquer this fear. They fascinate us by how far they go with their unconventionality. We secretly admire and respect them for this; we wish we could act more like they do. Normally it is hard to hold our attention; we shift our interest from one spectacle to the next. But those who fearlessly express their difference compel our attention on a deeper level for a longer duration, which translates into power and control. Many of us respond to the shifting circumstances of life by trying to micromanage everything in our immediate environment. When something unexpected happens, we become rigid and we respond by employing some tactic that worked in the past. If events change quickly, we are easily overwhelmed and lose control. Those who follow the 50th Law are not afraid of change or chaos; they embrace it by being as fluid as possible. They move with the flow of events and then gently channel them in the direction of their choice, exploiting the moment. Through their mind-set, they convert a negative into a positive . Having a brush with death, or being reminded in a dramatic way of the shortness of our lives, can have a positive, therapeutic effect. Our days are numbered and so it is best to make every moment count, to have a sense of urgency about life. It could end at any moment. The fearless types usually gain such awareness through some traumatic experience. They are energized to make the most of every action, and the momentum this gives them in life helps them determine what happens next. It is all rather simple: when you transgress this fundamental law by bringing your usual fears into any encounter, you narrow your options and your capacity to shape events. Your fear can even bring you into a negative field where your powers are reversed. Being conservative, for instance, can force you into a corner in which you are more likely to lose what you have in the long run because you also lose the capacity to adapt to change. Trying so hard to please people can actually end up pushing them away—it is hard to respect someone who has such an ingratiating attitude. If you are afraid to learn from your mistakes, you will more than likely keep repeating them. When you transgress this law, no amount of education, connections, or technical knowledge can save you. Your fearful attitude encloses you in an invisible prison, and there you will remain. Observing the 50th Law creates the opposite dynamic—it opens possibilities, brings freedom of action, and helps create a forward momentum in life. The key to possessing this supreme power is to assume the active mode in dealing with your fears. This means entering the very arenas you normally shy away from: making the very hard decisions you have been avoiding, confronting the people who are playing power games with you, thinking of yourself and what you need instead of pleasing others, making yourself change the direction of your life even though such change is the very thing you dread. You deliberately put yourself in difficult situations and you examine your reactions. In each case, you will notice that your fears were exaggerated and that confronting them has the bracing effect of bringing you closer to reality. At some point you will discover the power of reversal—overcoming the negative of a particular fear leads to a positive quality—self-reliance, patience, supreme self-confidence, and on and on. And once you start on this path, it is hard to turn back. You will continue all the way to a bold and fearless approach to everything. Understand: you do not have to grow up in Southside Queens or be the target of an assassin to develop the attitude. All of us face challenges, rivals, and setbacks. We choose to ignore or avoid them out of fear. It is not the physical reality of your environment that matters but your mental state, how you come to deal with the adversity that is part of life on every level. Fifty had to confront his fears; you must choose to. Finally, your attitude has the power of shaping reality in two opposite directions—one that constricts and corners you in with fear, the other that opens up possibilities and freedom of action. It is the same for the mind-set and spirit that you bring to reading the chapters that follow. If you read them with your ego out in front, feeling that you are being judged here, or are under attack—in other words, if you read them in a defensive mode—then you will needlessly close yourself off from the power this could bring you. We are all human; we are all implicated by our fears; no one is being judged. Similarly, if you read these words as narrow prescriptions for your life, trying to follow them to the letter, then you are constricting their value—their application to your reality. Instead you must absorb these words with an open and fearless spirit, letting the ideas get under your skin and affect how you see the world. Do not be afraid to experiment with them. In this way, you will shape this book to your circumstances and gain a similar power over the world. IN MY VIEW ... IT IS BETTER TO BE IMPETUOUS THAN CAUTIOUS, BECAUSE FORTUNE IS A WOMAN, AND IF YOU WISH TO DOMINATE HER YOU MUST BEAT HER AND BATTER HER. IT IS CLEAR THAT SHE WILL LET HERSELF BE WON BY MEN WHO ARE IMPETUOUS RATHER THAN BY THOSE WHO STEP CAUTIOUSLY. – Niccolò Machiavelli

I got that animal, animal ambition Why give her love and affection, she just want some bread I aint talking or texting, I just want some head She from a Piru set where all them niggas wear red I aint flying no flags, but Im a gangster, bitch I say say no to drugs then I do that shit Got a blue fleet of whips, Im so hood nigga rich You dont like the way I do it, nigga, eat a dick I just call em when I want em, I dont need a bitch You see me stunting with my diamonds on, everything proper Your shit look chrome and your shit look copper Its turning, homie, thats why youre turning on me Admit it, I made it, I cant be faded I roll it up in public, Im a cancer, man Smoke it out in the open like Im in Amsterdam I do a hundred miles an hour switching lens in my lane See my name around the globe, niggas know who I am You say you hustle like a hustle, I be moving the shit Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks Got them straps and long clips filled up with led So when we counting the paper it better come back correct Out in New Orleans, baby, niggas hungry for bread Come throrugh that 9th ward stuntin and get shot in your head Every hood I go through they fuck with me, you dig? Got the eye of the tiger, Im on that animal shit I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant Yeah, Im scared of rats, but Im ready for anything Its the unit, my nigga, take a look at my face See if you test me theyll arrest me, Ill be catching a case New York a concrete jungle where niggas got to get paid Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed Look at me wrong and youre dead, youd be very afraid I dont know how to behave, untamed fresh out the cage

Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain Yo, no more freestyles and verses killing Sticky and Ja Im moving on now, I got bigger fish to fry Since How to Rob, a lot of niggas been namin names Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game Still niggas actin like I dont get down or something Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something You gon talk about your chips til we run in your crib Then, you gon ask dumb questions like, Can I live? Look, If I shoot you, Im famous If you shoot me, youre brainless—you said it yourself Im slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you Swift enough to snatch the Mac and pop that at you Take it personal see if I wont send you to hell Ive done told Tone and Poke, they better have my bail But if its over a mil, dont put the crib up, dun Cause if 50 get free, nigga, 50 gon run Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain Look, Im supposed to be cocky, I aint poor no more I aint gotta steal from the cornerstore no more Got my own crib, I aint sleepin on the floor no more Bouncers dont try to play me at the door no more But when they see me, they say, Search him, he might have the nine He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne Its been a while since a new nigga came tight like this Ya man, he aight, but he aint quite like this Niggas is feeling it, the Benz pulling up on the set Me jumping out, 30 thou on my neck And since you said it was nothing to sweat You was outta line so heres what you get A verbal ass-kicking, Jesus Christ sent me to test ya Lets see how see how... he reacts under pressure Til Makaveli returns, its all eyes on me Til the feds build a case or find files on me Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain Its gangsta 2000 shit Yo Yall know what you need to do? Get together Make a We Are the World record Faggot-ass niggas

Man I feel like money Theyre attracted to me They come around like honey Cuz Im fly like a bee Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Uh, back up to back up in the mix like that And I know ya like it when its just like that All the girlies just love my swag From my kicks to the way I fix my hat Im...back Fresh like some new Js Brodie got next NBA 2K Im too paid Shaded with some ladies Reppin my city West LA baby ! West LA made me this way Two rules : Stay fresh , homie and get paid Hey ! Never broke and never bummy Im from where its forever sunny Man I feel like money Theyre attracted to me They come around like honey Cuz Im fly like a bee Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da When I come around, round, round They go Yeah, yeah its going down, down, down They go New cat with a old school feel Only new artist with a old school deal Taught to the game by Steve Lobell So we always win, dont receive no Ls New girls act like they know me so well But I shows no love and be like oh well When my album drops , sure as hell gon sell Stack cash and laugh like L-O-L Man I feel like money Theyre attracted to me They come around like honey Cus Im fly like a bee Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da When I come around , round , round They go Yeah , when I come around , round , round They go When I step in yo town , town , town They go Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down They go Yee-uh Yee-uh Shawty in my ear Saying all the things that I wanna hear Buzzin ! And as the night ends Imma have her and get all her friends Buzzin ! Okay , hands in the air From the back to the front Everywhere Buzzin ! Throwin out 20s Throwin out hundreds Ladies gotta love it Man I feel like money Theyre attracted to me They come around like honey Cuz Im fly like a bee Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da When I come around , round , round They go Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down They go When I come around , round , round They go Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down They go

Yeah... ladies and gentlemen Id like to thank yall for comin out tonight Its my third album, third tour, third times a charm Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you round the globe with me I got dough, plenty baby you can blow with me And baby I know that money aint everything But its fo sho And aint for nothin when you fuck, with, me Now when I go Follow my lead Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead Follow my lead, Ill hold you down, put your trust in me Baby, follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me Follow my lead - follow my lead Im the one girl in time youll see If you follow my lead Dont listen to the rumors, they say 50 fucking crazy 50 dont know how to treat a lady, they wrong I like you a lot, I dont wanna hurt you But I call a square a square and a circle a circle So if you act like a bitch, Ill call you a bitch Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit And have to say, baby I apologize Cross my fingers, God forgive me for telling lies Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent Baby, I can pass the day watching you model lingerie I wanna spend the night tonight, shorty, if its okay You can be my Beyonce, Ill be your Jay Ha ha - I got a great sense of humor First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya Or do ya? After seven hours, New York to London, youre wonderin Whats gon be the next stop - I told you Im a don, you gon know Im a don After you shop til your feet hurting in Milan Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris Ask your fan about me, they say 50 we love him Without them theres no me, so I love them Man theyre the reason I exist, the reason I insist Im never less than the best, Im perfection I guess As my niggas are stressed, I pass the test Every time I drop Im burning hot So I dont care if she loves me or loves me not Long as I enjoy the time that we spend I aint looking for commitment, we can fuck and be friends Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz I get it done with speed

Dont make this complicated My old school candy painted I hustle hard When I come through they like Oh my God! From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it Im a hustler, baby Im a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I aint tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it Im a hustler, baby Im a hustler, baby Yeah, I come through, I had the hoes like who he? Seats in the old school Louie Shoes and the belt buckle Louie We dont need more details now, do we? Let em sag, my swag is True Religion You gon need Cartier frames to see my vision It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood Drama llama time, nigga, whats good? Dominos, muhfucker, its time to collect Stack paper like Im trying to fix the national debt Im just doing what I wanna do, I trip through your set This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it Im a hustler, baby Im a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I aint tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it Im a hustler, baby Im a hustler, baby Get on my level, bitch, Im careful who I kick it with We talk market and distribution and politics Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop Im a magnet, the bitch cant help but watch me Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace Designer threads in every form of fashion I express myself so the question Im askin Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit? We aint promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing In case you aint notice its a Queens thing From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it Im a hustler, baby Im a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I aint tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it Im a hustler, baby Im a hustler, baby OHHH! Its cold out here Its my kind of weather, Im cold blooded Its 50 When I come through you see me In the Suburbans thats bulletproof Bomb proof, leather six, whatever When I go hard I go hard When I dont want you to see me I switch it up Im in that black on black Porsche Panamera In the back like ooh wee We rolling I hustle, man, its what I do, man Wait, niggas gon try and tell me how to do this?

Soulja! My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker You talk shit, I will kick your door nigga I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon AK-47 got em dialing 911 I pull that trigga, you fuck with my lil nigga I come through get ya, hop out them hollows hit ya Keep thinking its a game, niggas aint playin Soulja Boy, Ill bust your brain A nigga talking all that shit, yall niggas cannot represent Fucking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla nigga Split ya, I deal with ya, knife sticker, ice picker Run for your life nigga, I wont tell ya twice Bitch go run do the dougie, all the gangstas they love me These hoes they be all on me, they cant help it, they want me They want me back Im on another level, bitch you heard me say that S.O.D., I never mentioned you cause you not worthy Yeah, we royalty, dont talk to me, bitch you not worthy Mean mug, nigga you gon mug who? Rob me? Nigga we gon rob you Choppers on me, niggas we dont give a fuck Im in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug When Im trippin, Im twisted, I slap my clip in When I flip, ho duck down when I start gettin Im iced out, bitch my neck and my ears drippin I lost count, all this paper I be gettin Any fucking game, nigga pass me the ball And watch a nigga ball, Im Gucci to the draws Money over all, I dont really give a fuck Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up Lick me up til I pop, shawty swallow every drop From the balls to the top, she must do this shit a lot Shes a freak, shes a pro, got that paper, its a go Bring the kush, bring the dro, she might bless you on the low Man thats why I picked you off the ground If you make a fucking sound Disrespect my fucking crew, bitch, is you a fucking clown? Get the fuck back nigga, we up in the club High as fucked, talk shit and you gon get dropped Mean mug, nigga you gon mug who? Rob me? Nigga we gon rob you Choppers on me, niggas we dont give a fuck Im in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug Yeah, misery loves company nigga I send you to see yo dead motherfuckin homies Come right close to you, 187 to most of you Chop choppin out the window Fuck is the matter with yo face nigga? What the fuck is you lookin at? I will spin that motherfuckin barrel at you nigga Try me, ooh, I want you to try me nigga!

G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house, what, what, what, what? G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what? I got them watching me, look how Im moving I got them watching me, look what Im doing Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving And since they watching me, this how Im doing Rock and rolling on them Hundred bottles, give me every bottle in this bitch Where she at? I want every model in this bitch Blow the check, these hoes wanna know just who I am Taking pictures, tryna do it for the Instagram Presidential Rolllie, bezel got them big boogers Fuck the home, shout out to the real cookers Gold chains, couple Audemars and Cartiers We charter Lears, these hoes know the party here Blowin on that killa kill, neck on chilly-chill Baby, let me get a feel; show me that its really real Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv Dont care who you man is, long as he aint up in here Aint nothin changed, still the same ol two-step I don had some A-1 hoes, and a few Fs I done order bottles, 100 bottles and got two left Somebody got bust upside the head, G-Unit there I got them watching me, look how Im moving I got them watching me, look what Im doing Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving And since they watching me, this how Im doing Rock and rolling on them Hol up, I think I love these hoes, a nigga tryna fuck em all Im lit up in this bitch, ballin, I would blow it boy No suckers in my section, oh, no, no, no, my shit legit You niggas get to flexin, bitch and I will get ya hit I got a paper route, a nigga gettin plenty bread Oyster perpetual, you niggas know what time it is Stance like a b-boy, just like a d-boy Yeah, Im a G, boy, you know its me, boy Uh, I think Im gon remain reclined and count So many girls, it take a hour for me to shout ‘em out Been coopin foreigns, the shit I hear been super borin Dog, I’m sharp as hundreds with the blue tint on em Shit a phenomenon, I kept my promise Respect and honest, the grind bought off a neck of diamonds Shinin, plenty tried, dont got the timing Bet he out there island hopping And your lost still in the thousands Bottles of Clicquot Smokin hookah with eight hoes Five angel heads on my neck, all froze Enter visions, interpretations Watch with your ears I bought the last watch in the lear Ask Jacob, ask David, ask Eric the Jeweller Ask Beth in Jersey when I bought my first Muller I got em watchin me With the Yacht Master Rollie on In that new Rolls Royce with the top gone I got them watching me, look how Im moving I got them watching me, look what Im doing Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving And since they watching me, this how Im doing Rock and rolling on them

50 Ferrari F50 Shorty, you aint gotta take your panties off Just pull em to the side If you wanna ride on the roller coaster Baby, come on and ride It go up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its on tonight, I know what you like I know just how to break you off Good evening ladies, Ill tell you from the start Im hoping you enjoy my amusement park Theres lots of activities, fun things to do And Ill find my pleasure in pleasing you Some rides go fast, some rides go slow You fear heights when Im high, hell yeah Ill go low It tastes so sweet that sticky cotton candy We get carried away, we be starting a family Its a perfect time for a magic trick Girl, you know its no fun without the magic stick Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat Applause now, thats the first half of my act I started out a pimp, now Im more like a mac I dont need your paper, just dont fuck with my stacks Yeah, its like that Shorty, you aint gotta take your panties off Just pull em to the side If you wanna ride on the roller coaster Baby, come on and ride It go up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its on tonight, I know what you like I know just how to break you off Now you can ride the horse around the carousel Explosions, Trojans, all in the hotel Put me to the test, girl, I dont fail I work it out without a doubt Theres plenty water rides, Im sure to get you wet in the park Have your lusting seductions considered an art Throw a hoop around the bottle, Ill be your teddy bear Whatever color you like, you know I dont care I really wanna thank ya for attending this affair Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here I smile when I speak, but Im being sincere And your pass is valid all summer, my dear So at your convenience you can always return Theres so many tricks to the trade you should learn Suck that, lick that, swallow that lollipop Forget that, grip that, ride it nonstop Shorty, you aint gotta take your panties off Just pull em to the side If you wanna ride on the roller coaster Baby, come on and ride It go up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its on tonight, I know what you like I know just how to break you off

You ready? Okay let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I said do it man These niggas is pussy you heard me? Get up nice and close I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he move like that Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat You dont wanna play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You dont want it with my toy soldiers Listen up close now, follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I aint got no conscience no morals or nothin They aint wit us, they against us, we supposed to touch em Heres what to do if you see him approach me Pop that nigga, I dont care if he know me Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies I dont trust em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony Everytime I come around they call the police on me Thats why the Ds in the precinct know me They know about my rap sheet, they know bout how I clap heat Run like Im in a track meet, swift with the mac, B You can see the envy in they eyes fo sho mayn Mad as a motherfucker that Im holdin See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin Quick to make examples out of niggas fo sho man, hold me down I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he move like that Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat You dont wanna play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You dont want it with my toy soldiers Shoot, stab, kill muhfucker If you aint bout it I dont want you around, cocksucker Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop Them hollows so hot, yo assll melt Barber razor in the club, stunt - Ill give you a shape up Have your ass stitched, gored, your head all taped up Niggas know how I get down, see they know when Im around Ha ha, my soldiers around And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down Its no surprise cause niggas know how we get down Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit We organized, disciplined, plus we militant I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he move like that Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat You dont wanna play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You dont want it with my toy soldiers Two windows to a mans soul ... fill you with holes Listen homey.. Im the man for the job So if he aint.. Im in that two-door Phantom and the bodys kitted Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it Niggas scheme, but the infrared beams on the mack Ill put green on yo head like an Oakland As hat One boy was a doja, now he a soldier My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger In a whip masked up, lookin for his enemies Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries His last casualties, is hooked to them IVs thats when I squeeze Click-clack, take that, fall back Its a contract, 50 grand, Im 50 man I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he move like that Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat You dont wanna play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You dont want it with my toy soldiers Yeah! This is the general speakin When I say move nigga you better move Soldier, ha ha I dont want nobody talkin to none of my niggas Come around here with that bullshit Tryin to feed niggas bad information and shit Thats how my toys malfunction

GGGGGGGG G-unit 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath The Dreamteam We got to get the get well cards Niggas is sick Feel this Motion picture shit Hahaha! Now dont think I wont hit you because Im popular I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya Catch you slipping Ima give you what I got for ya My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe Because a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you Homie, you aint been through what I been through You not like me, and Im not like you Im like an animal wit it when I spit its crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryin to play me One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom the kid start to feeling woozy I write my life, you write what you see in gangsta movies Im gangsta to the core, nigga you cant move me I find my space at the top, I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spit shells to your convertible Lotus you notice richer or poor Hollow steel go through your door, this is war You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that, I know you like that

From the day youre born til the day you die If youre one of the poor ones you just gotta work hard One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider They putting pressure on me, son, now they want me to snap End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack Im paranoid, Im feeling like niggas is trying to get me Forget the kids, Im shaving off my fucking head like Britney Man, Dre wont mix my records, now I need to talk to Jimmy Im falling back in my old ways, Im riding with the semi Whos calling me? Its Chris, hes on the other line with Diddy But I dont wanna talk right now, my day is going shitty Whys Jay rocking that Urkel look, man, isnt he from Marcy? They say hes growin dreads and now hes talking like a Yardie Man, everything is changing, I dont understand a thing I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings Im on flight One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me Im laughing cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes That just makes him one of 50 niggas wanting to murk me Niggas found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey You can ask my son, hell tell you my dads fucking crazy She filled his head with shit and now I think he fuckin hates me Shady didnt invent me but a star is what he made me Ill blow your fuckin mind out if I told you what he paid me He gave me all the pills he had left, thats why Im so high It makes me feel so good now that Im not so scared to die I wish a nigga would, I dare a motherfucker try You get at me and miss you kiss your black ass good-bye Im on flight One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider My lawyers on retainers every month, I give ‘em stacks In case they wanna send me up for murder like Max Man I wasnt the shooter, I was never on the scene So if they do forensics theyll find out it wasnt me Theres no need for a lie detector, I aint sayin shit The more you talk the higher chances youre doing a bid Today I read the paper, it said Tru Life caught a case They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face I spoke to Michael Vick, I told him Im happy he home You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck So you get back and shake it on the field, show them whats up Im on flight One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider Im a rider, say Im a rider

Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Haha Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones Americas nightmare , we at it again A Desert Eagle and a black MAC-10 Theyll never know what happened When we come through, them cowards dont want none They screamin that they murderers, but walkin with no guns Cmere nigga, dont run or die where you standin See Im holdin on this cannon and your life Im demandin Put the pipe at your melon and your brains on the pavement These niggas is talkin, thinkin security gon save them Nobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and tell you We dont know who did it Corruptin my street corner by shootin at the police The fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin no sleep You better get used to it, you know how we do it Shady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit We got action where you dont Show our faces where you wont G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Man I told yall on my first Dre joint - I am loco Better than so-so, the games in the choke hold Diss mes a no-no, I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance to go-go, in L.A. they ride on lo-los G-Unit in the house, oh no You aint ready, its heavy, 65 Chevy Old-school rollin, Im holdin Twenty inches spinnin from the beginnin, we winnin Gained this masculinity we pimpin, we not pretendin Drop-top, Glock cocked, ready for the drama Pistols pop, cop shot, Im heavy with them llamas Non-stop, make it hot, we on top regardless You can be the hardest, well just be the smartest I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us Its flick after flick, same old shit that I kick Hah hah! We got action where you dont Show our faces where you wont G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Guess whos back motherfucker - gun and a clip Ready to smack up on these suckers thats runnin they lip You can try any one of my shoes on - none of em fit Your hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and a quarter A couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin a bitch, and Ill be back with a hit Im that sick, who the hell you thought it was? I got expensive habits, I can afford it cause G-Unit is poppin and we perform in all the clubs Niggas be shovin and pushin now someone is gushin, surprise Shes givin up the buns on the cushion, sweatin and screamin Suckin me off the rest of the evenin and Im leavin On to the next city Stash box in the bus so I can bring them TECs with me I gotta blow cause Im gettin older You niggas aint gettin over G-Unit! We got action where you dont Show our faces where you wont G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Hi-Tek, nigga

You in this VIP and you aint spending no money get the fuck out. We need them bottles. Sparkle something Say you ballin, boy, we gon need the proof We be two steppin, mix the Effen with the juice Me, I know just what to do to get em loose Me, I know just what to do to get em loose Shorty think Im trickin cause she got a pair of shoes I was just stuntin, man, this bitch here confused Me, I know just what to do to get em loose Me, I know just what to do to get em loose Fuck you know bout bustin down a brick? Your main ho always think that you around a bitch Picked up a pack and I aint look back since 96 Since then Ive been addicted to designer shit Chopper in the parkin lot, Im tryna find a lick Come up on a thousand pounds, thats my kind of rich Independent, I dont need no nigga with me I do everything quickly, dont believe me? Ask 50 I got game for these hoes, cant no broke bitch trick me And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies I pull up and my car aint got no roof All these bitches say that Im the truth I know just what to do to get em loose Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? I know just what to do to get em loose Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin cups Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits Its the Unit in this bitch, I’m filthy rich, now who you with? G-Unit, lazy niggas dont want to pop no bottles Yayo keep sayin, Nigga, whats a thousand dollars She must dont plan on stayin if she dont swallow DMd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holla Dopeboy, bitch, I aint playin, I fuck with guala And I dont fuck with rappers, bein honest I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage Them King of Diamond bitches, aint they gorgeous? Drop head Phantom and Im sittin on Forgis I pull up and my car aint got no roof All these bitches say that Im the truth I know just what to do to get em loose Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? I know just what to do to get em loose Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Its the Unit, man We back, Young Buck Cashville, Ten-a-key, nigga, yeah

Unh, all I do is this Stunt when I want, ride new shit Unh, all I do is this Unh, niggas new to this I’m super-rich like Russell, naw Leor I’m decked out, my bitch smell like Dior She spoiled, she want it, she can have that Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at? You can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch Be my guest, look at mine, I’m the shit I’m hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don’t it? I get bread my watch I blew a loaf on it Get caught staring at that get smoked for it Fool, my swag unlimited So fly, ain’t shit I can’t buy Louboutin kicks, my Louis Vuitton bitch Fresh off the runway, get your one one-day Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on The black James Bond, nigga I’m a Don I do what I want, when and where I want Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see What’s up, you know you wanna party with me Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be Bitch quit playing Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see What’s up, you know you wanna party with me Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be Nigga quit playing Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo Paparaz’ photo my side bitch in Manolo It’s all about dough though, my knuckle game like Cotto Plus I get to shooting, but keep that on the low though Nigga, I don’t really got to talk about it Me, I get paper, moves I make major Shoes I rock – gator, wing tips player My style so pure, I’m so couture I’m down by law, certified B-boy Hold up, wait a minute, money – I’m gonna spend it Or why the fuck would I hustle hard to get it? So many flows, the hoes be on the di-dick And when they pop it and lock it, they know I’m with it Dame lengua, give tongue while I hit it She a star, fresh from PR Give me more, baby give me more Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see What’s up, you know you wanna party with me Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be Bitch quit playing Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see What’s up, you know you wanna party with me Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be Nigga quit playing

Just one night, tonight It could be three of us Yeh yeh yeh Girl, we could get it on Girl, we can have a ball Lifes too short to not fuck on the first date No one knows if were promised tomorrow But if we make love until the next day Well have the rest of our time to celebrate Four in the morning girl, now I dont wanna talk Weve been talking for hours, now you know I wanna fuck Look I dont understand what it is you dont understand My watch a hundred grand, my chain a hundred grand Bitch, Im a wanted man, I say I run New York Cause I do what the fuck I wanna do, they know wussup They say my screws are loose, I say who cares, you know Im rich Look I dont have time to blow with a bitch shooting the shit Now maybe you can loosen up and let me go to work So I can whisper in your ear while pulling down your skirt When I get the stroking girl you dont know what to say Quick come quick, girl, Im gone right away Yeh, you nasty, girl, you nasty And Im into that, so get at me! I dont want no good, good, good, good, girl Me, I want a nasty girl Come creep with me, be a freak for me Lifes too short to not fuck on the first date No one knows if were promised tomorrow But if we make love until the next day Well have the rest of our time to celebrate I said bitch, I wanna fuck you in the worst way Hell yeah, I wanna fuck you on the first date If I dont, I say, fuck you on Thursday Cause then I wont want you, watch how fast I dump you But right now Im infatuated You get to hang with me, girl, you graduated I take you out for drinks and get you tipsy Then I pull my dick out and I say kiss me Youre about to laugh ya little panties off You only get one date, you better grab these balls They wanna ride in fancy cars Thats what bitches do They like to rub it then suck it and lick it too Shes a nasty little trap ho slut But I like that shit, so lets fuck Bitch! Ohhh, ehhhh It sounds crazy But tomorrows not promised I mean, I mean I wanna do it today I want it now I dont wanna wait Wait for what? My times running out Your times running out Come here girl (Wanna fuck you bitch I wanna fuck you bitch You only got One date Aint no tomorrow)

Yeah, I’m that paper chasing, money-making hustler Nigga, you know how I get down Big dreams, big bags of bread Big money, you fucking with the kid Inf beams, triple beams it seems The street niggas know just what I mean Born hustler, niggas got to get paid Shit real from the cradle to the grave Got to get it, we got, got to get it Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it Uh, whenever you should wanna have it, do you need me? Drug dealer jewelry, standing on 3D Double my dose, this a lotto high Check my VM, hear a model cry My autographs a dollar sign This Jamaica stars, cream dreams, my paper large Had to erase a loss, propellers, Im taking off Steaming potent, Im illegal rowing My holy flow keep the demons folding 24k, my team is glowing, uh Yeah, step in with my strap on me Racks on me in this hole-in-the-wall club with 100 packs on me Got the goons out, you know we dont do much Catch you coming out the club if you doing too much Couple Cubans on my neck, smoking a Cuban on the jet On my way to collect from niggas thats losing bets Joe Pesci, baby, I enforce the rules Take tools and tighten up niggas with loose screws Your bitch wanna be my bitch She saying we friends, I done fucked her again Now watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up Grinding, diamonds shining, top reclining we doing it big Watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up Feels like Hawaii going through this car wash Get the foreign, you know I gotta get the boss AR green beamer size of Kevin Hart These 22 Jump Street niggas talk Watch a nigga come up off this trap phone Cold jeans hold the coke, five, flex, roam In the clouds - care less about the chit chatter Bad bitches dont fuck these SoundCloud rappers One, two, buckle my Giuseppe shoes Pockets full of revenue, kitchen filled with residue Pitching on the avenue, million dollar attitude Fuck you, pay me, I dont show gratitude Told that hoe bring it back, rewind it Now I got her on my mic beatboxing You aint gotta look for it, we got it Get it hard, break it down, cut then re-watch it Big dreams, big bags of bread Big money, you fucking with the kid Inf beams, triple beams it seems The street niggas know just what I mean Born hustler, niggas got to get paid Shit real from the cradle to the grave Got to get it, we got, got to get it Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it I got the kind of success thats hard to measure Tear the Unit apart, put it back together Im strong, I aint mentioning what Im benching Im Merrill Lynching in the mall, Ill blow ya pension Sharp as a blade, Tom Ford suave Sneaker collection same color of grenade Camouflage, damn Im large, oh God Aventador Lambo, hop in and just push start I go 0 to a 100, nigga, real quick You talk money, I got money, this real shit Its independent, now we eating of a big plate First week I make a million off my mixtape Hello, you niggas is slow, you got to catch up You business savvy, you got to step up You new like a hoe, I dont understand ya Til you eating the cheese, ratting on camera Big dreams, big bags of bread Big money, you fucking with the kid Inf beams, triple beams it seems The street niggas know just what I mean Born hustler, niggas got to get paid Shit real from the cradle to the grave Got to get it, we got, got to get it Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it

Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real We was sittin in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale Third shootout… we was fightin’ for positions Shell casings out my 9 flyin’ through your mama kitchen Paper we stack it, pistols we pack it You fuck around, we’ll blow your heart out the back of your jacket Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is at Chach crib ‘Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had Woke up sayin’ “we gon’ turn them corners to Baghdad” Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin’ with them Brooklyn niggas I had supreme schemes, Corley Wall thoughts Start shootin’, I bet I’ll clear off the ball court I want it all, that’s just how I fuckin’ feel, boy Get in the way, you gon take your trip to Gilmores I’m dreamin’ of… My dream of freedom… Financial freedom Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga You can get with the program, fam’ll get smoked, nigga We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers Open your head when you’re half dead – you see? I told you On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known Over the phones, soon as I’m home, the game’s sewn I got connections – look, bitch, I’m connected And I ain’t givin’ niggas no passes, so respect it Or get dealt with, I’ll break you off proper You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa Easy – nigga chill or get laid out I’ll put a hole in you then find out what your gang ‘bout I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely I got that tech with that cooling system on me You think you want it, you dont want it with me homie We stackin’ paper ‘til we strong then we takin’ over Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin’ like you know us North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas We’re the last of our litter, this is what they taught us We’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on us If you ain’t gamblin’, get the fuck out the spot, boy Shoot an ace off your foot, that’s some shit you should get shot for Fuck it, when I win I’m a winner – when I lose, I’m a winner ‘Cause to my niggas y’all niggas lookin’ like steak dinner You screw your face the fuck up, you gon do what? The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up Nigga stand down or get manned down Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around You gon’ fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up Hit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up

When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down This is what it sounds like when Im breakin it down Yeah, Im breakin it down Man, this is what it feels like when Im breakin it down When youre breaking it down, keep breakin it down Its not my fault Its not my fault Im hot, man, its not my fault Its not my fault Til the sun comes up every night We party and we party til daylight We be gettin it in, come on, we gettin it in Little Hennessy, a little juice and gin Its not a fantasy , its not pretend We gon do it, we gon do it, we gon do it again Til the sun comes up every night We party and we party til daylight I shouldnt have to tell you, shorty, you should know Im really really gettin into your freakshow You give me a little, baby, then Ima want mo O.D.B. said it, I like it raw! Exotic, erotic, were movin on the floor Enough to make a nigga lose control Im down to go wherever you wan go You got a man, I keep it on the low I do my thing, you know I gets my dough I got a few stacks me and you could blow We headed to the hotel after the show I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go Racin off to see yo peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not, shorty, now here I go Shake that thing, girl, now back it up Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down They say Im not the same, its cause Im filthy, man Im off the chain, I dont play no games Im hustlin hard, homie, I do my thang You fuck with the paper, then watch the hammer go bang Now, shorty, I like the way she move them hips Im tryna get her in my bedroom and shit We could take a long time or get it done quick We can camcord this shit, make a boom-boom flick Its oh so many places that we can go I really want you, shorty, shorty, now you should know Girl, your bodys callin me, hear you loud and clear We aint got to leave now, we can do it right here On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go Racin off to see yo peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not, shorty, now here I go Shake that thing, girl, now back it up Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down The way you move You make me lose All control I know you know Youre so seductive, you make me wanna touch it I aint got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you Im feelin your style, you better watch me now My tonguell be in your mouth, my handsll be in your blouse When you get me aroused, you put a spell on me Man, if I cant have you, Ima go crazy I want you bad now, and if you want me Girl, come to me now, I said come to me now Come to me now, you dont come to me now Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch Shackled in the house, Ill be back in about Twenty minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask The way you wiggle around and giggle in that cage I knew I couldnt wait to get you off that stage From the moment I met you, had to let you know I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do You makin me feel like Im in middle school still You squeal like a little girl, youre pitiful, chill We gon fuck, I just popped this little blue pill You can leave, but wait, I gotta shit on you still {phbbt} I shouldnt have to say it, shorty, you should know I hope you really gettin into my creepshow Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go Racin off to see yo peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not, shorty, now here I go Shake that thing, girl, now back it up Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down Its not my fault Its not my fault I could break it down, its not my fault Its not my fault Can you break it down? Its not my fault Its not my fault I can break it down, its not my fault Its not my fault Can you break it down? Its not my fault

50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When Im dead and gone niggas gon remember my name, 50 Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka mind me of nigga that clapped me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you tryna get your ass laid out in Gilmore He had some soldiers, mind me Troy and E-Bags When they came through they hollored like What up comrade? Grimy niggas, they loved to get gully Summertime, still had on black gloves and skullies The Lex 450 pulled up thats Cornbread Them niggas from Philly woulda called him an old head But he a OG, mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key Sounded like they dont know nothin about drama His money sent many men through trauma Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass The bulletproof glass was rolled down on his S-Class Heard in DC, he kept mad blocks in order Picture this, a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit, he got knocked He on lock still controllin the spot from Comstock Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprised he came His man just got fucking murked by some lame Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one On his brain over some-thang, took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond mayne In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back Down down baby, Nelly singin my wrist blingin what? Im waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies Son he smokin that shit, I can see it in his eyes Comin up Wise and locs is close And locs ride round lookin for wires to toast Benny hopped out the Escalade with a few thorough men From B-More, they sellin heroin in Maryland His first batch of diesel, he killed like 4 fiends His popularity grew, that only meant more cream First it was him and his brother, now he got a team Went from 5 and a half grams to livin the dream Seen he pulled up, goddamn, you know his format Bentley Azure, marble in the door, mink floor mats Hit the hazards, out the stash box popped two Glocks Theme song: All Eyez on Me, 2Pac Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north Thats Ty in the blue GS, stuntin like he Nicky Barnes He broke but he talk like he a Don Homes hoppin out the Jag thats Max, Haitian cat Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack I peeped his style son I know his steelo, he on the d-low He smile at niggas mumblin fuck you in Creole Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya Few niggas tried to merk him, most them got found Some turned away try to run they in wheelchairs now Banks hopped out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat Got out a black Hummer, he blew 90 on that Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that, lets go

I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes I love to see niggas shoot through shit And to all niggas that do it, I love To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge Back up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin kis, makin crazy Gs Hittin buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and Im baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out Thats a real nigga for ya We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried Thats a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the budda We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass catch me if you can Dont let your people you up with octane, Im not playing Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, Ill break yo punk ass off propa Theres no place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I dont dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they dont want drama really Pussy niggas get hard lip-syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly In the hood they feel me, {gun cocked} hah, Im on fire Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch! We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit D-Twizzys in this bitch with Obie Trice So watch what you say before you call our name If you say one more thing, it wont be nice Uh, here we go, I shoulda known I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later You little haters are too jealous of us to love us You hate it, G-Unit made it And Obies comin, D-Twizzys comin, you sick to your stomach Fifty percent is 50-Cent, the other fifty percent is whose color skin it is Well if youre even considering takin our label down You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it But I aint tryin to get too intricate into it Im just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit Cause then its gonna get to the point where it escalates Into some other shit, then Ima flip Then Ima get to stompin in my Err Force Ones Wont be able to tell if its two purrs or its one Its gonna feel like theres so many feet kickin you You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes I dont know what it is or what it could be But I get a woody when these pussys try to push me Thinkin they gon put me in the position to pickle me Yall tickle me pink, I think Id just rather have P!nk tickle me Hickory-dickory-dock, tickety-tock-tickety A little bit of the diggity-doc-diggity Mixed with a little bit of the jigga-jig-jigga With a small pinch of Biggie Look at me, Im just the bomb-diggity We the realest label Dont try to act like you dont feel our label Cause we gon fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records We the label for sure We the realest label Dont try to act like you dont feel our label We gon fuck around and steal your people Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50 We gonna kill your fuckin label for sure Shady in the place to be, see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right Still watch what you say to me punk Cause Im off probation in less than six months Haha, whoo! Shady Records Still Aftermath And dont think we dont hear you motherfuckers talking Cause we do We see yall But we just gonna sit back for a minute And watch what the fuck yall do

Artist: Lil Kim f/ 50 Cent Aaah! 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 maaagic Maaagic 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, the law 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 can get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you dont believe me, then come with me tonight And Ill show you maaagic Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh I got the magic clit Lil Kim not a whore But I s a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys When it, come to s 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 shoppin spendin dudes C-notes Im in the crib giving niggas deep throught Tonight Lil Kim gon have you in the zone Girls, call ya crib, Im answerin 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 Maaagic + Now put your face in it I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin 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 maaagic Maaagic I got the magic stick I got the magic clit I know If I get licked once, I can get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you dont believe me, then come with me tonight And Ill show you maaagic Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh I got the magic clit

You think you know me? Nigga, You dont know me! 50... ayo! C-O! I put a razor thru ya face, I put a nine on my waist I cock the shotty just in case, I pump nothin but bass I put a pint of blood in the whip, a pint of blood on the ground Bullets, bullets get to ricochetin bouncing all around That body all case cold I got her white wit it If they ask me I think niggas from basely did it Im a southside nigga, we take on all comers The first shot pop, we get to warrin all summer These niggas aint hard I get on em on some different shit Different strap, different clip, I blow the door off your whip The cop fucked fox, sucked the cunt on the bimbo Faggot mustve thought he knock me out like Kimbo With gondorea lips, his breath stronger than endo Fat fuck playing Wii Fit Nintendo Have another tattoo, heres another tattoo Run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds Officer Rickyyyy, radio for backup See ya ass anywhere you know Im gon act up You want play with me, when I dont want play? Have my niggas whip the skin off your ass in broad day Screaming boss, nigga you aint a boss Pussy nigga ya lost , listen officer Ross I tell you straight suck a dick You tryna come with subliminals Cuz your ass the police My niggas is criminals Its like every other word out your mouth bout a bird Like you sling cocaine, this shit is absurd Yous a rapper, yous a motherfuckin rapper Its a wrap, your career is fuckin wrapped up My enemys enemies are my friends And my semis they like Siamese twins See em up close, you wont see shit again Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end Try me, get blown away way way Go head try me, get blown away way way Try me get blown away way way Go head try me, get blown away way way Yeah, you the best, you the cocksucking best Go head faggot, depp throat it, feel it in your chest Im not friendly, Im anti-social Go head try me, Ill be fucking ya up, like Im supposed to You say Im violent, now why you say Im violent? The mac got a muffler, make a loud mouth silent Now Me, Im kinda sensitive, So watch the way u talk to me Ya better off shootin me, or tryna put the hawk to me The beef aint shit to me, cuz now I got the wolves out That fo-fo pull around, that tre pound bulls out I do it for the moula, boo-ya, bullseye Pop ya fuckin noodles, deputy do die Many men wish death, many men oh doe I make many millions, fuck wit me, thats a no no This is motion picture shit, theres no director to cast me The Ds, I plead the 5th on every question they ask me My enemys enemies are my friends And my semis they like Siamese twins See em up close, you wont see shit again Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end Try me, get blown away way way Go head try me get blown away way way Try me, get blown away way way Go head try me get blown away way way Nigga I bleed blue, I swear I bleed blue You thinkin Im a crip, Ill motherfuckin trip The cool-out blood, maybe Im all blood Find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug Maybe Im maniac, maybe Im crazy Maybe Im exactly what my fucking hood made me Maybe Imma do 25 years for murder Maybe cuz its clear Im the clip inserter I done lost my best friend, he died of cancer Call me a cheetah, I attack like a panther Its teflon vinyl on my drop-top phantom Bulletproof windows, and a stash for the cannon Nigga if you cross me, you gon have to off me I just keep going no matter where they lost me You know Im like a time bomb- bomb steady tickin You know whats coming next, once nigga slap the clip in Oh yeah My enemys enemies are my friends And my semis they like Siamese twins See em up close, you wont see shit again Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end Try me get blown away way way Go head try me get blown away way way Try me get blown away way way Go head try me get blown away way way Yeah, this niggas a appetizer Where you at Wayne? The full course meal Wayne You awfully quiet You call Em out, well now Im out I got my vultures out You got get pass me to get Em Im the baby over here Im the smallest nigga in my clique Shady After-motherfucking-math nigga 3 headed monster - 50, Em, Dre Fuck with it if you want nigga

Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals Niggas aint on it like Im on it, I own shit I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls Im a pimp, bitch, I own hoes I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers I do what the fuck I want to Im grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit Rich nigga, six figures I double up every flip, my stash bigger Plane hoppin, globetrottin A nigga blow a little paper when its time to move Fuck old money for the new money No tellin what a real nigga gon do I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own house I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own car I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown Im on straight Remy, no chaser Wanna smoke, but Im still on paper I mix purp and yellow like a Laker Headed to the moon and I just might take ya Split my blunt with a little bitty razor While this thick bitch just twerk on the table I talk big nips, look like Fantasia She ready, willin and able She got a piercing in her navel Working nine to five and she stable She say she flying down to my city Cause she got a birthday coming in April We aint got no kind of commitment Why you worried bout if Im hitting it? Dont worry about how Im getting it Stay the fuck up out of my business I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own house I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own car I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown No more stressin, Im VVSin, ballin lessons on DVD Pay per view shit, making moves since 203, cant see me free That love gon get you like BDP, PSA: Ima be okay, Im the I.N.G Fix flash and Im a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of yall Trouble cant ignore me, I was born to ball Fuck is up? Im one of one, I need a custom cut Hear the summer come, I want the number one Bitch, walk in with a fleet behind me Shades damn near to the sneaks, Gianni Two nights and no repeating, mami Im guttered up, my streets define me I drop your ass to the floor, itll be more Rob me Ill make a detour, robbery how I get to her Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder Bullshitting how? Show you my pimping diploma I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own house I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own car I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown Brought an Audemar for when times was hard Nine calls from the 9th Ward Mardi Gras, take your top off Im a nasty nigga, might slide and roll Fly your girl out to Miami Sent her back home like they done LeBron I aint tripping if you aint tripping, party hard till he calls the law Got my own house so I can throw you out I got my own blunt so I aint putting it out This is my car and I can smoke it out Got my own money and like four accounts Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out Got my own shooters and they scoping out Bought my bitch an ass, now its poking out If she dont throw it back then Imma throw her out My condo money dont fold out, wild all out Hoes out, lets roll out, funeral when I go south Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I dont know about I never changed, Im so South, big chains and a gold mouth Im rollin out I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own house I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own car I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own house I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown I got my own car I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown

Man I feel like money Theyre attracted to me They come around like honey Cuz Im fly like a bee Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Audi R8, laid back, Black on Black Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matching that Black mask, black mag, brown bag Drop that off, nigga, shoot your black ass Im a magnet to money, the paper Im where its at They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C Im a P-I-M-P, your chick just chose me I got so much swag, is that why you mad? Control your hatred, nothing good to say, dont say shit Keep walkin, quit talkin, keep it movin We can keep the club jumpin till daylight From New York to LA through the Bay right Uh, back up to back up in the mix like that And I know ya like it when its just like that All the girlies just love my swag From my kicks to the way I fix my hat Im back, fresh like some new Js Brodie got next NBA 2K, Im too paid Shaded with some ladies Reppin my city, West LA baby ! West LA made me this way Two rules - Stay fresh, homie and get paid Never broke and never bummy Im from where its forever sunny Man I feel like money Theyre attracted to me They come around like honey Cuz Im fly like a bee Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da When I come around, round, round, they go Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down, they go New cat with a old school feel Only new artist with a old school deal Taught the game by Steve Lobell So we always win , dont receive no help New girls act like they know me so well But I shows no love and be like Oh well When my album drops , sure as hell goin sell Stack cash and laugh like L-O-L Man I feel like money Theyre attracted to me They come around like honey Cuz Im fly like a bee Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da When I come around , round , round They go Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down They go When I come around , round , round They go Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down They go Yee-uh Yee-uh Shawty in my ear Saying all the things that I wanna hear Buzzin ! And as the night ends Imma have her and get all her friends Buzzin ! Okay , hands in the air From the back to the front Everywhere Buzzin ! Throwin out 20s Throwin out hundreds Ladies gotta love it Man I feel like money Theyre attracted to me They come around like honey Cuz Im fly like a bee Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da When I come around , round , round They go Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down They go When I come around , round , round They go Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down They go

The Business is entertainment And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok Ill get him You niggas should worship the ground I walk on I make mills off the tracks I talk on 50 dont call me nigga I dont wanna talk it out The 40 calll hit yo leg go on and walk it out I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henny? Ill send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase? Zoe pound niggas they dont play Buck stabbin niggas on camera and its ok Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away Attempted murder, get a year on probation Cam are you clear what you facin? You must aint hear me, I done told you Im a boss Im eatin good but I aint chubby like Ricky Ross Word on the street is, 50s not Jay And Cam better stay out of his way Everythings cooler than a fan till you rolled on Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long Till they hear the flatline the doc say hes gone, hes gone When they say hes gone Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid This is graveyard music right here ya dig? This is not competition this is murder Career endin, mind bendin, Southside ya finished Now look niggas laughin at Cam down on Lenox They heard what he did but they dont know why he did it I have eighty of them boys with black flags, come through with black mags And have you niggas zipped up in black bags For a second he was hot now he cold I apply pressure on niggas until they fold But never mind me, man thats just how it be The game got me trained they call me the hustle man And like fame, my style will live forever They thought I crossover, cause they dont know no better I think they think Im laxed now cause I got the cheddar Till I return back bustin trust me its nothin DipSet! Cam stay up! Im not gonna destroy DipSet... Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmys the boss, of DipSet!!! And Juelz is the Capo Cams demoted to soldier... We like Jimmy better anyway!! Ballin! Come on man Whats the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me!!! OHHHH!!!!

G G G, G G G-Unit No peace talks, no white flags No mercy, Im gettin yo ass Niggas done heard about my click how we stay with the toasters Blood in, blood out, La Costra Nostra You dont wanna bang with the best Ill have Doc removin fragments from your chest They say Gods a forgivin man, I hope he forgive Pray shells I let off dont curse my kid They say 50 done blew up, 50 you changed, nigga You stunt, I pull out and you see Im that same nigga That Ruger start to roar, iron is flyin Eight outta eight on movin targets You run? You still dyin Check my resume, I am oh so loco Mama aint raise no chump, I dont talk to po-po Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, niggas lookin for a jux Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, niggas lookin for a jux Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks There once was some niggas that tried to merk me I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery This .45 has made a lot of guys apologize The truth come out, stead of hearin a lot of lies Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars Im smokin niggas like a Cuban cigar Lets get it poppin Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, niggas lookin for a jux Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, niggas lookin for a jux Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks Im tired of you niggas with your maybe beef We gon be here forever, youre temporary like baby teeth Im in and out the night clubs, eighty deep Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks These niggas tellin out the blue So you hang em off the bridge, policell have to helicopter you The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bellhop will do I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown Thats why them little niggas in the projects love me You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues I dont even freestyle for free I gave em a break, flew over seas But its kinda hard to get homie-sick when theres blue in the trees Sit back and try to play your role The doctorsll put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole Yeah! Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, niggas lookin for a jux Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, niggas lookin for a jux Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks

Niggas bit off Nas shit Admit it, you bit it Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit Admit if, you bit it, bit it You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four macs, a few nines, Im ready for beef You wanna talk, it aint about money, then let it be brief I need a drop for when its a hot, a Hummer for when its cold An ill attorneys in my corner when these fake niggas fold The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50s the future, thats a fact money I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money Im a tell yall what Papi told me I got what you need, 19,5 a key I stay catching a stunt, frontin in somethin mean And Ill clap any nigga for the right amount of cream Run up on them all with the same problem solver Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What! Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock Cause then we gonna run up in your spot Screamin get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Im like Sugar Shane Mosley, it aint no beef Youre staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three Next to Ron Artest and Kobe Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me Im like a black mans asthma, seeking a pump Breathin deeper when Im creeping up Yall need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas Encephalitis leavin whole families in silence My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends Un cured, aint no vaccine Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out Its Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit Comin back Im rich kid Either or, you cant stop me with my feet in the door Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga Niggas bit off Nas - Ghostface Killah Admit it, you bit it - G. Dep Tell these niggas somethin God - Ghostface Killah What, yo I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like Im Magic Don Juan From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me Feds search the God, but nothin they find on me When I rap dont wait to clap applaud sooner Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers Stinkin up the air, Central Park, horse manure Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions 22 inch dick when Im pimpin Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin like You knowin my arithmetic, but we dont sound alike 50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us You fake niggas imitate what I started, lets go

Yeah, it is what it is man Uh-huh Sirens flashin you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off They seen him shinin, cross full of diamonds he bought grindin His foot slip off the ladder of success he was climbin The Ds came through, askin niggas if they know what happened Somehow my name end up in anythin that involves clappin Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me When it come to cookin coke, they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me Im the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack Figure, Ill push it to the limit, take the shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palms fully loaded firearm First to let off last to run, every time its on I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face Cause I dont need em Cause theyre, never around, when Im down Shot and Im bleedin Niggas be talkin bout me, they always callin me crazy Fuck them OG niggas, they stuck in the 80s Sayin they gon do me somethin, now you know thats a lie Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly Im rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire I prevents runnin, cut my fuckin hand on the barbed wire This shits crazy, its just a different day its the same shit Hollow-tip partin yo head, leave your whole fuckin brain split They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin Whats the matter? They cant get that hooptie started Thought they was grindin, well God damn, where that money at? Thought you was fucked up, cause you was lettin paper stack You aint a hustler, matter fact, yous a buster I dont trust ya, I should send niggas to touch ya I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face Cause I dont need em Cause theyre, never around, when Im down Shot and Im bleedin What? Who say they gon do somethin to me? Must be out your rabbit-ass mind Fuck around kill one of these niggas

Over and over I done told ya, boy Im a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, boy And when you gon get it in your brain? The gates wide open and the dogs off the chain I be that youngin with that gun that’s tellin ya stop frontin I be that yougin on the run after I pop somethin In the Bible I read death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death is gon come Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared Some say Im gangsta, some say Im crazy If you ask me Ill say Im what the hood made me Now I can stunt til my ass dead broke like JD Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me See Im cool with them Haitian mob niggas They say Sak pase Nap boule and rob niggas The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whats with that? See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat And Montana, I kill em with the grammar I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers X, what up? You dont live that, you shouldnt say that Cause what come out your mouthll get you shot down Throwin your money around and we dont play that Getting in our linell get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you onll get you shot down Heres a few cliques that you shouldnt play with G-Unit, Ruff Rydersll get you shot down Fuck yall niggas talkin bout, think you playin with? Double R, G-Unit, the same old shit Put the faggots in the ring, watch em all quit All yall niggas is pussy, suck my dick Aint nothin but a handful of man still standin I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was Slammin Now we meet again, its all good, my nigga Back to the street again, its all hood, my nigga Knock on wood, my nigga, we both walk the dog We aint get to where we at by luck, shit was hard But once we got through the trials its all smiles Til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from? Imma make you remember where you know my name from 45th Street, and blaow-blaow Ave I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga You dont live that, you shouldnt say that Cause what come out your mouthll get you shot down Throwin your money around and we dont play that Getting in our linell get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you onll get you shot down Heres a few cliques that you shouldnt play with G-Unit, Ruff Rydersll get you shot down If your head aint off of your shoulders You aint get shot, you got nipped nigga Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone Its gon do more than chip, nigga Yeah, what the fuck is the problem? The Porsche is red, the buckets is army 30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin Niggas like me might rush your apartment Bloodstainsll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window I smell murder every time that the wind blow Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone I don’t want the throne or the crown, I ain’t sell enough You can have the jail or the ground, you aint in hell enough Im the one that flood the gutters Better tap your man and let him know Pll love to cut his And niggas is gettin shot down, two guns up Double R, S.P., holdin D Block down You dont live that, you shouldnt say that Cause what come out your mouthll get you shot down Throwin your money around and we dont play that Getting in our linell get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you onll get you shot down Heres a few cliques that you shouldnt play with G-Unit, Ruff Rydersll get you shot down

Yeah, uh Yeah Daringer, the fuck, nigga? Look, this for them niggas gettin Jew money Every time they step on the Ave, get they chef on, uh Say, Mazel tov, before they step on the glass Get their stretch on, keep a big weapon to blast, uh My shorts ready made, Just Don collab Ill probably be in your projects with all my ice out Run up, one of my youngins gon put your lights out Fuck what you write bout, I know what your life bout Free my dawg, he spin the yard with his knife out Yeah, we came a long way from pushin grams Say what you want, but you cant say I ever took the stand, uh I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand If we cant get to him, then we gon cook his mans For every brick he whip, we throw the cook a gram Im sittin back, Im blowin on a Cookie strand, huh We keep the Glocks near, this shit is not fear Machine, bitch, everything I drop is top tier Ah, I mean you see the way the necks lookin So you already know the way them checks lookin, Yeah, I put the city on my back Got it poppin on these niggas, put the city on the map Next tours a quarter mil run They hated on the team, but we still won Uh, I put the city on my back Got it poppin on these niggas, put the city on the map, ah Im a A student, I mean I do my homework No ski mask, put in my own work I do, do my homework I do, I do put in my own work Valedictorian, bulletproof DeLorean My windows thick like twenty-four hour stores Kevlar all up in the dash and the doors Its rare that Im wrong, I think Im ready for war Whats up? I reflect the darkest cloud in the sky Im the coldest winter day when Im out with the K Chill, play it cool til I come and get frostbit Let the Ds find the strap in the snow after I toss it You fuck around, I set your ass on fire Hollow tips burn faster than rubber on spinnin tires Im up early with the birds, I push up in my regimen Party with the animals, I bet I get the metal in I mean you see the way the necks lookin So you already know the way them checks lookin Yeah, I put the city on my back Got it poppin on these niggas, put the city on the map, yeah Next tours a quarter mil run They hated on the team, but we still won Uh, I put the city on my back Got it poppin on these niggas, put the city on the map, ah

Oh! Please dont play with the animal The walls have ears lil nigga, I run New York Even when I aint there lil nigga, I run New York I said the walls have ears lil nigga, I hear when you talk Lets get this shit clear lil nigga, I run New York I wake up, stare at the ceilin, Im alive, what a beautiful feelin I put my vest on, right after I put on my draws Its a habit Im always prepared for war See, my lifes like some shit you seen in a flick Bitches act like porn stars when they sit on the dick When I was gettin out the game I said one more flick Test my aim in the range Im like one more clip Its my brain, Im insane, I be on some shit Man, I run Interscope, Jadas tryin to annoy me Hes nothin but another disgruntled employee Been in the game ten years, and he still aint rich Even his momma upset that he still aint shit But he keep runnin his yap like Im a take all that One more word out his mouth Ill push Styles shit back See, the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long And the kick on the four-fours is extremely strong With a lil trey deuce its like pop, pop Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop And them verses he be kickin, none of em hot Cause he aint got none of that shit he sayin he got And he aint did none of that shit he sayin he did And I aint got, time to be talkin bout this shit, fuckin faggot!!!! I gets busy lil nigga, I run New York Yeah, I live in CT, lil nigga, but I run New York I dont go to parties, lil nigga, but I run New York And I stay gettin cheese, lil nigga, cause I run New York Yayo, tell em I run New York My money longer than yours, nigga, call your recruits The LOX made more money in them damn shiny suits The game about sales, drugs and rappin Jada, fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum Styles and Sheek Louch, went double plastic Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin out classics A hundred shots, a hundred clips, yall ready to die Fat Joe aint a gangsta, he scared to fly Automatic Mossberg who want a piece of this pump Ill have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps Vest up in the bulletproof man fuck that Homie shoot up my whip, all you leave is a scratch Yo, I flip cocaine in your project lobby And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey Its T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O My whole clique got dough, my hoes on the fly home G4s, we fly on Lears And my rocks lookin like flashlights in my ears, nigga When Im in D.C. lil nigga, I tell em, I run New York When Im out in Philly lil homie, I run New York When Im in V.A. I tell niggas guess what I run New York When Im in N.C. niggas holla at me cause I run New York Yayo tell em I run New York Yo who the fuck told this lil nigga he can talk to me like that?!! If I catch him Ill bawl him up and roll him somewhere, ha ha ha ha!!!! Dee! Waah! wanna talk to me?! wanna tell me whats goin on? You want me to service him for real cause Ill service him! Ill murder!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Hey! Hey get Puffy on the phone!!!! Tell him I said, tell that nigga Puffy I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin publishing!!!! Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing! nigga still aint recoup!!! Awww nigga you in the red, you owe money nigga!!! Awww man!!!! Now why you made me put your business in the streets! Now niggas know you aint shit!!!! Damn! I see your monkey ass in the paper, cause you aint returned them jewels you borrowed You better give them back! you dirty nigga Aint none of that shit you be wearin yours! Ha ha ha!!! We couldve kept it a secret nigga These niggas Im supossed to beef with!? Awww man!!!! This fight is fixed, youve been set up! Ha ha ha!!! Thats what he gon say they set me up man I aint know the nigga was gonna do that Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay When they talk about me they say I be tripping What they say about me doesnt make me mad I think they hating cause they see me when Im rolling Man, I cant help it that they really doing bad Okay, alright Okay, youre right Okay, alright Okay, youre right Im in that 760 leaning when Im stunting I blow 50 Gs, I mean with ease like this is nothing Please dont interrupt me when Im talking to my jeweler Hes putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller Me I get busy, I put that work in if its worth it Come through hit you up, Ill make a crime scene perfect Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back They dont talk about me in my face because Im strapped See me in the club, I got that Henny and that gnac A couple cups of that and I just dont know how to act By the second bottle thats when I just get to buzzing I said I run New York and aint nobody saying nothing When they talk about me they say I be tripping What they say about me doesnt make me mad I think they hating cause they see me when Im rolling Man, I cant help it that they really doing bad Okay, alright Okay, youre right Okay, alright Okay, youre right I blew a hundred Gs on my bitches in Miami They think Im the sweetest thing invented since candy Me I catch amnesia when you ask me bout the shotty I dont even know my name, switching lanes in my Bugatti Nigga, I aint crazy, bitches like me cause Im paid They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade When I say Im balling, Im not talking bout a ball Im talkin bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall Niggas they can hate all they want, but they know they like this Me Im like that painting on the wall, baby, Im priceless You could come and work me over, baby, on the night shift Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get When they talk about me they say I be tripping What they say about me doesnt make me mad I think they hating cause they see me when Im rolling Man, I cant help it that they really doing bad Okay, alright Okay, youre right Okay, alright Okay, youre right Okay, okay, okay, okay - sho you right Okay, okay, okay, okay - you know you right Okay, alright, okay, alright Okay, alright, okay, youre right

Every rapper who grew up in the Nineties owes something to 2Pac. People either try to emulate him in some way, or they go in a different direction because they didnt like what he did. But whatever you think of him, he definitely developed his own style: He didnt sound like anyone who came before him. My favorite 2Pac album is The Don Killuminati. It was recorded after he was shot and spent time in prison. It was like a doctor told him he was going to die, and he was trying to get it all down on paper. Thats something the average rapper just could not do: build an entire album around that concept, and stay in that negative space. Everybody knows that theyre going to die. But after youre in a life-threatening situation, you think about it a little more. 2Pacs aggressive records are my favorite. Hail Mary is just perfect: Picture paragraphs unloaded/Wise words being quoted. Most artists now just arent smart enough to write that, or honest enough to write a line like, I aint a killer but dont push me. These days rappers will just tell you, Ill kill you. 2Pac was like a camera. Its incredible how much he wrote — how much he documented. To me, Pac was more of a poet than a rapper. You can always tell when youre hearing 2Pac verse. He wrote those lyrics without any music. Notorious B.I.G. was more melody-driven — Im sure he wrote his shit without a pen, and over the music — but Pac was just hashing out his life. The thing was, he was doing that when the public eye was on him, and everything he was hashing out just expanded, and thats when things got out of control. All of us on the East Coast loved 2Pac. The music was all that mattered. That East Coast/West Coast feud was just personal beef. Now that hes not here, hes bigger than ever. I can still listen to two or three 2Pac CDs straight. Sometimes I put on 2Pacs best songs, followed by Biggies best songs. Then I get ready to go into my next project. Laurence Fishburne told me once that he didnt like 2Pac. He told me it was because 2Pac was so much smarter than everyone around him. He said he didnt like the way 2Pac behaved because he knew that 2Pac knew better. I understood what he meant. But I still gave him a look like he was bugging.