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This is 50 I, dont know what you take me for I, really dont play that shit I, aint got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga its killin me Not to spray this shit I got enough ammo shots blow I put a hole In any motherfucker out this bitch I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose You gon be strong enough to take this shit Im in the hood ridin round with a chrome four pound Can you see through the limousine tints? I do dirt, the gat bust, I get to kickin up dust fore the Jakes come around here kid Niggas get knocked if Ds start askin question My name end up in all types of shit Ill be a gangsta nigga til I die fo sho Whether Im po or Im filthy rich Now what you know about movin that Peruvian flake For that cake, I get rid of dem bricks I, dont know what you take me for I, really dont play that shit I, aint got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit I, dont know what you take me for I, really dont play that shit I, aint got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Now I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22s Every time I get a brand new whip I rode around in the 5 til my money got right Then I went back and got that six Im in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day I call it the milk truck and shit Ill have your ho eyeballin at the light, damn pimpin You should take time to check that bitch Find me ridin through the hood actin like its all good But Im looking for a jux and shit In the middle of the night, you can turn on the light Find me and my niggas in yo crib Nigga holla if theres a problem and yo niggas got drama I got burners for sale and shit Got them MACs, got them 9s, got them techs full of dime Hollow-tips and them extra clips I, dont know what you take me for I, really dont play that shit I, aint got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit I, dont know what you take me for I, really dont play that shit I, aint got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man Im tired of tellin niggas over and over Erything about me be gangsta Man Im tired of tellin niggas over and over I wont hesitate to pop or shank ya Man Im tired of tellin niggas over and over They cant hustle when Im in this shit Man Im tired of tellin niggas over and over You dont listen, you gon get yo ass hit Yeah, nigga cherish me Like the water you drink Like the air you breathe You need me to live Yeah

N-Y, N-Y, til I D-ie N-Y, N-Y, till I D-ie Im on it Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around Its never on safety Im on it Niggas know when Im around, fuck around its goin down No ifs or maybes Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZs Niggas gettin cake made Fuck with the homies while I got it on me Youll get your big break, man You niggas aint seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get? Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil my last check Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that That Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin, man, Im passed that Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ Girl face on my time piece, ridin around with my crimeys These broke niggas so grimy, I let em hold the steel, I tell em shoot to kill I put south side on my back, I aint talkin bout no tat When Im outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere Im at Im on it Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around Its never on safety Im on it Niggas know when Im around, fuck around its goin down No ifs or maybes Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZs Niggas gettin cake made Fuck with the homies while I got it on me Youll get your big break, man All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds dont have a blues clues Thumbing over, dont know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you If I get caught I dont boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo He gonna bail me out in seconds, please dont let this rap shit fool you I send shooters to your home, see I dont need no songs to move you My gorilla goin ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you Put you in a box like new shoes, yous a bitch pull down your tu-tu When it come to gettin money all I know is we need bookoos Speakin only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around Its never on safety Im on it Niggas know when Im around, fuck around its goin down No ifs or maybes Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZs Niggas gettin cake made Fuck with the homies while I got it on me Youll get your big break, man

Are you ready to win? Come join the winners circle Put up your hands for me, baby And do it like were supposed to Cause were gonna win Consider this the theme song for victory The shit you say to yourself when you make history Im trying to make it feel like the first time Like a junkie Im sort of chasing my first high Im focused, Im disciplined, Im ready Mentally on point, sharp as a machete Hard work, I work hard, I get the job done Theres only one number 1, nigga, Im number 1 Im confident, you can call it vain or conceited Cars, clothes, I need it Condos, condoms and bad bitches to be with Run with a winner, baby Be unconventional, freak me off with friends maybe You can be my girl, be my fair weather friend Or you could be my, yeah yeah, be my friend til the end Are you ready to win? Come join the winners circle Put up your hands for me, baby And do it like were supposed to Cause were gonna win I got that disease ambition, success is the cure They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure I got dopeboy bonds, Einstein brains The heart of a nigga homicidal on the chain gang I want yachts and drops, I got spots to watch I wanna see what life is like from the mountain top Who says skys the limit? Im limitless, I just took the pill Why you think a nigga slow flow so ill? Be careful, the shit I got is highly contagious We hustled til it had us all locked up in cages Time gon fly when niggas been bidding for ages War stories and wounds, back and forth, a nigga been trading For the root of all evil, Lord said its for Satan We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making I guess its all risk versus rewards A nigga risk it all for the broads Are you ready to win? Come join the winners circle Put up your hands for me, baby And do it like were supposed to Cause were gonna win Come join the winners circle Put up your hands for me, baby And do it like were supposed to Cause were gonna win

10.. Mm, MMM, mmm, mmm If you need me baby Im, FOR, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise.. If you want it baby just, BE, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah We went through this before Actin like the Ls cant bag em no more Nightgown draggin on the heated marble floor Flash Cartier when you open up the door - slide these on baby So butter, still relate to the gutter Just your lifestyles different, spirit uplifted Fell in love with a cat whos gifted Turn you back to paradise, damn I missed it Pop a bottle, light a purple candle I got somethin that you cant quite handle, thats why you love me Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely Im sayin baby Touch it why dontcha touch it why dontcha Touch it why dontcha touch it why dontcha Hey girl.. aw, girl! Hey girl, I wanna rock your world If you need me baby Im, FOR, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise.. If you want it baby just, BE, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah Next phase is this Black sand, Tahiti, ten days to reminisce Gods my witness I paid the price for paradise, so Im livin this I never limit myself, the Ls fearless Lay back while I illuminate the darkness Like it smooth dontcha Make it move wontcha, think I wont? Take you to your peak I know them other cats dont And it wont stop - this is beyond paper First I get your mind right, then I might drape ya Never pimpin, raise my girls well Young thoroughbreds get schoolled by Uncle L.L C-double, L tattooed on the bubble I lay the mink down, let you walk over a puddle True love is so rare But dont you worry I aint goin nowhere If you need me baby Im, FOR, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise.. If you want it baby just, BE, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah Trust me, trust me, trust - me, baby Rest of your life Ill take you to paradise Ill take you to paradise, oooohh So wont you try me, try me - try, this, lady Rest of your life Ill take you to paradise Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah Belly to belly, one hand on the jelly At the telly on the celly - get that money Elle Please believe it, if the mind can conceive it Then the man can achieve it; you gotta breathe it And I breathe deep, Im one with the universe Minimum, ten percent go to God first Lay back baby, close your eyes Ice on the pinky finger froze your thighs So much shade baby, the waterbed fries Walk around nude in the suite yellin, Recognize! Do your dance, baby pour me a class It feels so good to have the world in a smash Touch it why dontcha touch it why dontcha Touch it why dontcha touch it why dontcha Hey girl.. aw, girl! Hey girl, I wanna rock your world If you need me baby Im, FOR, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise.. If you want it baby just, BE, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah Trust me, trust me, trust - me, baby Rest of your life Ill take you to paradise Ill take you to paradise, oooohh So wont you try me, try me - try, this, lady Rest of your life Ill take you to paradise Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah Yea yea, gotta keep your eyes on the prize baby Skys the limit If you can see it, you can be it Ha ha, its on you, word up Everybody put your hands in the air Its high time baby One love, one God, recognize, uhh If you need me, just call me Said if you want me, just be for reallll And if you like me, come and talk to me And if you want me, tell me how you feeelll If you need me baby Im, FOR, real The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise.. If you...

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money aint no good in the hood You know what I mean? Get ya fucking head blown off nigga, you know? They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that Im the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap aint on the shit that Im on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC But when I come through, shhh... the talking stop My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock Or the hoes I got - catching stunts in the drop Now, Nas, he love the kids , 50 on that killer shit That big mobster bad man, BGF guerrilla shit Im marking my music like diesel on the block So if you with me you gon eat, and you gon starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha Ill turn your kids to a shooter Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They aint used to a G like you, BOW! They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that He think he a killer but we gon just pay him a visit Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like Im John Wayne Shooting these niggas lights out like LeBron James Holla my name, give me a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating Full of anger until theres no more bullets in the chamber Aint nothing like when you get popped And dont know who to blame-a Nigga told me, Do your dirt all by your lonely So I go hit them niggas fore 50 couldnt even hold me Im waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some shit I just dont discuss So point him out and watch I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching yall Motherfucker! They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that Come on, nigga I aint here to make no friends, just cut the cheques I got a long pump thatll blow your stupid ass up the steps Begging niggas dont understand, no Probably cause my hand glow when Im anticipating the Lambo Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo You get one warning, so I suggest you let your man know These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft Til they laid out in the hospital, eating apple sauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, for danger they might have My niggas buying so much ammo If you reach in the couch for loose change Youll probably feel on a handle Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes Theres only one team on top; we number one with a Glock Dont fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT! They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that

Yo, yo, yo What the fuck poppin man This the Drama King man Yo who there, who dat, who there man? Muthafucka Uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas And Ill smack the fuckin shit out your favorite DJ man Yall know what the fuck it is man Yeah, street justice muthafucka Yo, yo, check it out fifty You handle the bitch-ass rap niggas Imma handle the bitch-ass DJ niggas We gon bring justice to the game Straight muthafuckas Thats the sound of the man, cockin that thang - that thaaaang Thats the sound of the man, clappin that thang - thaaang Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin, I got ya Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz Im on the edge Im finna put a shell in a nigga head I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it Homie that took the hit on me couldnt shoot They say Im skinny now, but I look big in a coupe My cousin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again Got shot the fuck up tryin to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, yall niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name aint preacher If you a pimp like Ken why them hoes dont treat ya? If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya This flows God sent, its bound to reach ya Problem child, Im familiar with problems I know how to solve em Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em Shoot em up, rob em In the hood we starvin, you dont want problems Problem child And why cant you be man enough To tell me where youre comin from They say you can never repay the price for takin a mans life Im in debt with Christ, I done did that twice Im nice, yall niggas cant hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, yall niggas cant bang wit fifty For every bar in the rhyme, theres a shell and a nine For every stone in the cross, theres a bitch I tossed See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course You can check C-N-N for the War Report See the drama got me ridin with a sawed-off shottie Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati Man, niggas aint gon do me like Sammy did Gotti Ill do it myself, I dont need no help Give me a knife, Ill get rid of your neighborhood bully Give me a minute, Ill take a fuckin car with a pully See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young Niggas jumped me cuz they couldnt beat me one-on-one Problem child, Im familiar with problems I know how to solve em Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em Shoot em up, rob em In the hood we starvin, you dont want problems Problem child And why cant you be man enough To tell me where youre comin from I mustve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven This cities split posed to let black cats cross your path The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin your ass I got God Understand Me tattooed in my skin When I die, come back, Imma tattoo it again Im the young buck that let the gun buck Roll the window down and say: Wassup, niggas get ready to duck My heart is a house, homie, fear don’t live here Nigga believe me when I say I dont care Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons Even when my lucks hard I still count my blessings See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon If you pussy Imma smell you when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnt live in my tier Problem child, Im familiar with problems I know how to solve em Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em Shoot em up, rob em In the hood we starvin, you dont want problems Problem child

Yeah, Im fuckin with this Its that classic shit, that gangsta shit, yeah Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin what if? Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin what if? Homie I play the block tryin to get my packs off - sayin what if? Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if? If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy Niggas in the hood, man they just wouldnt love me If I wore a suit every day like Jay-Z Niggas would think I bump my fuckin head and went crazy If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady If I put out bullshit joints like AZ Every chance niggas get, theyd try and play me But I move around with a little .380 A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B If I smoked weed all day like Snoop do Id see the world different through my dilated pupils If I bust dance moves on you like Usher Niggasll say 50 that aint gangsta, fuck ya Man Ima just keep doin what I do Cause niggas cant do me, better than I do, ha ha Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin what if? Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin what if? Homie I play the block tryin to get my packs off - sayin what if? Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if? What if I had blockbuster flicks like Will Smith? And all the backpack niggas loved me like Mos Def Id probably be a cool-ass nigga like Ice Cube Picture me in this flick right now lookin so cool What if I was a low-key nigga, just laid back? Hustle to keep a homie round, somebody to hold the gat Man what if Halle Berry was my next baby moms? Shit Id give that child support up with no problems If I caught a case and jumped bail Id get caught Cause Im that nigga everybody know from New York But if I was the new rap nigga you didnt know Youd be sayin Damn that kid got a sick flow What if I just cruised through your hood on 22s Bumpin Curtis Mayfield or Marvin, somethin smooth And if I let the top down on the Azure Yeah thatd make you sick to your stomach Im sure, ha ha Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin what if? Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin what if? Homey I play the block tryin to get my packs off - sayin what if? Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?

Yeah, I like the way this feel This make me wanna just, G-G-G-G, G-Unit! Buck somethin, hahaha Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you An eye for an eye, nigga Survive the shots or die, nigga They cant hold me Im Lloyd Banks the one and only Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie They aint a government around that can control me Oh no! Uhh, Im on that Doggystyle shit, man I dont love a hoe Poppa wasnt round, so I had to let my brother know Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow Most them niggas wouldnt be around if you was bummy yo Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah thats where I come from If you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun Fly straight soldier, aintcha tired of bein the dumb one Or are you satisfied bein another niggas dunn-dunn We all know friendships turnin sour when you gettin it Some niggas hate me in the hood, but I dont owe them niggas shit Smilin all up my face like I dont know them niggas sick But I can care less, Im on the Island and Im gettin rich Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you An eye for an eye, nigga Survive the shots or die, nigga Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga Came from the country, Dirty South get it nigga Feds try and question me, they run up in my ho-tel They said there was a shootin, but they found no shells New York City hell they throwin niggas under jails I got love for them and I aint even from there Now bust a shot for them boys on the block I can feel your pain nigga, Im still in the game nigga Theres somethin bout the sound of a trey pound That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down See every time we round, you hear some shots go off And niggas get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off Shoot-outs in broad day, we do it the mob way And come to find out, these niggas softer than Sade Ima keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don, motherfucker We got the Hei-ny So make one wrong move and youre dyin Aint no time for coppin a plea and cryin Cause my niggas aint gon stop ridin Til you gone Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you An eye for an eye, nigga Survive the shots or die, nigga 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 til 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 View your body all banged up, you made a mistake, man Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you An eye for an eye, nigga Survive the shots or die, nigga Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you An eye for an eye, nigga Survive the shots or die, nigga

Woo wooo Haha G-Unit! We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit em, man, that should solve em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound Theyve been used once or twice and they all for sale Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang Im the reason them thangs in my hood go bang! I got that trey deuce, I call that, my nigga behave 16 gauge in case you niggas wanna get crazy When a sawed off hit your body parts, they fall off You get hit in the leg, man, you cant even crawl off When that AK switch to automatic to spray Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray I got silences and scopes, military issued pistols Holla at me, whatever you need, homie, I can get you Nickname rubber grips, hollow tips, extra clips You dont want your shit to jam, better buy a cleaning kit Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest You pop off, they pop back and you get left a bloody mess MAC-11, MAC-10, time for some action Dump a clip out this bitch, see how niggas act then Got guns and ammo, they all for sale Clips included, youre responsible for your bail We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit em, man, that should solve em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound Theyve been used once or twice and they all for sale G stand for Gangster, Unit stand for U Niggas In Trouble Better lock and load on the double, G-Unit! Fresh out the box, 40 Cali Glocks Calico 20 shot, street sweepers clear the block Im that nigga niggas call when them shots pop Take em to my grandmama basement, show em what I got Look, I got three 380s, a TEC and two M1s Ice came through on some shit and bought him one Them young boys from the projects crazy He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby Buck came through saying 50, show me some love Sold him a dub-dub, something he can sneak in the club Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub, he gave me some bud I gave him a pound, gave me a hug, love is love I take it back to the NWA days Fuck Jake, my CDs raise the crime rate in the tri-state Got some Rugers, some SIGs, some Colts My nigga, for real, holla at the kid We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit em, man, that should solve em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound Theyve been used once or twice and they all for sale Yeah, man, yall niggas got any problems? Yall know where yall can reach me at, man 19174991919, homie You know what I mean, holla at the kid You know what I mean? So what it got bodies on it, it still look new! Haha

You only get as far as the motherfuckers you talk to for no reason Youll be as successful as the motherfuckers that you talk to for no reason If you spendin your day talking to a nigga that ain’t got nothing going on What the fuck kind of information could he offer you? Uh, uh Uh I know niggas thats not about it, bitch, Im bout it bout it Know niggas that powder body, got bodies I turn to powder Close to baby pussy, wreckin that baby pussy Reckless in any move, be reckless, Ima make a movie Got two piece, Ruly, Rugers got me rulin You foolin round with savages mad packages Technical massacres, massage my temple Chillin with demons tonight, got you on yo knees, temple السَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ‎, call Lakim Got him to shoot three, like Lakim, killed the kingpin Microphone boxer, lick a buck Uh, fuck a Jeremy Lin, got his ankles In a bin filled with sin, sinister sinner But, I never had a bitch be my friend, my 11th commandment Might demand-aments, fuck boys dont get it bent Just give me the rent That boy resent me cause Im the illest MC Worded to the OG who told me Fuck the police, they locked my mans up Free p-o-p, free v-o-n, free— So, we got black foes, when you black, the po Dont wanna, fuck around, they on yo back, could go Blast at your black Timbs and pistols, bro Them pistols go, Bratt!, where your sister go And Im not posed to pressure these pussies playin to pressure Comin, my obsession, no recollection, Im drillin, homie Im not chillin, they steady drillin the children, homie And you dont get it? They tryna make us the villain, B Be reckless, any move, be reckless Be reckless, any move, be reckless Be reckless, any move, be reckless Dont get it bent, boy, dont get it bent Be reckless, any move, be reckless Be reckless, any move, be reckless Be reckless, any move, be reckless Dont get it bent, boy, dont get it bent Ayy, Zay you suck Heh, Ive been sober This a memory, Is it still The Fall? Is it still? Its my season, its my season forever Bye

Wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait a minute One god damn minute Hold up wait a minute I start shit then I finish Hard head I dont listen Diamonds on my wrist glisten Nigga like me feel tremendous Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait, a minute I start shit then I finish Hard head I dont listen Diamonds on my wrist glisten Nigga let me feel tremendous Big head Jimmy Neutron Fuck a bitch on a futon Dont save her, she dont wanna be saved Nigga this aint Groupon Do my dirt all by my lonely All my bitches know we homies If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they dont know me All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex One point on the index Stomp your ass like an insect So you better be cool Shawty better be nude When I walk in the room She know she fuckin with a goon I did em in at the same time My third leg got hang time Bang, bang, bang time Game face when its game time He hate to leave the score up Got her screamin like a Horr-a She keep beggin me to stop But she really want more-a Shawty so contradicted But the dicks so addictive Homie how could you blame her? Her head dumb like Kramer Wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait a minute One god damn minute Hold up wait a minute I start shit then I finish Hard head I dont listen Diamonds on my wrist glisten Nigga like me feel tremendous Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait, a minute I start shit then I finish Hard head I dont listen Diamonds on my wrist glisten Nigga let me feel tremendous Boy, now whats the issue? You gonna make me get with you You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol Wait, wait, wait a minute I got big paper Im spendin I get to flashin on em, my whip blasted on em, I mean any nigga can get it Thats 30 in the extendo I had your bitch in the end zone Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone Im so good with the hoes I pulled up in the Rolls With my diamonds blinkin like strobes In a Kanye shirt with holes Im blowin paper like debt My niggas in here strapped Theyll bust, you wont bust back Thats why I act how I act I see it oh, so, clear You niggas aint really-really with this shit Got me thinkin I really, really, really, really run this bitch Wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait a minute One god damn minute Hold up wait a minute I start shit then I finish Hard head I dont listen Diamonds on my wrist glisten Nigga like me feel tremendous Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait, a minute I start shit then I finish Hard head I dont listen Diamonds on my wrist glisten Nigga let me feel tremendous

Eeny meany miny moe... Let em go! Mm mmm mmm with the law! Haha! Put it back, I got it... One more time, one more time! YEAH! Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, .50-cali shotgun I tear up yo Glock, son Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! - Officer down! Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let em go But nigga if you let em go, you get hung by the law Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe Nigga you confused - let me choose! AYO! - One Licka Officer walked the earned stripes, Two Licka pigs gon get shot another night. Homicide would love for me to take a ride But I aint touch pork unless its dead on the side With a fork in it, police can suck my third leg! Lock my niggas up beca dem look like the dread. In the photo that was pointed out by one of your snitches That worked at mr.Chows in the back doing dishes That was upset with seein all them niggas gettin money Coming inside the spot, treat the white folks funny Flashin all that paper, 30 deep up in the spot Thats why IRS come through to bum that club. We aint waitin for the boss man to come with no pig Cause the crew that you deal with spray, they dont say it. Nigga! Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, .50-cali shotgun, I tear up - yo block, son. Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! - Officer down! Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let em go But nigga if you let em go, you get hung by the law. Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe! Nigga you confused - let me choose! Hey yo, you took one of ours, now we even in the score We aint playin that civil rights thing no more! No more homies holding hands, we are armin up for action The revolution is to the guys like Mike Jackson No more shootin niggas 41 times. No more blastin us after you sniff lines! No more sellin coke to me! Cause when I distribute to you I get my rights read, pig, FUCK YOU! WITH A BROOMSTICK! - Who this pig think he is? Bastard only mean to get spit on by our kids. In the area, cause none of us respect the games And we already know what provoked all the raids You sold them guns, now they blastin you sell the bullets They shoppin real heavy like a plane propellor. I aint sayin kill nobody Bs in blue Keep it up and you get a park named after you! Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, .50-cali shotgun I tear up - yo block, son. {YEAH! } Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! - Officer down! {haha! } Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let em go But nigga if you let em go, you get hung by the law. Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe! Nigga you confused - let me choose!

YOUNG MULA, BABY! G-g-g-g-g-g G-UNIT Pretty face tight waste, that motherfucker thick I need a second to evaluate, yeah thats a bad bitch She a fool for love, thats why she aint got shit Fuck with the wrong fool, fell in love with the wrong bitch Now i aint put a song out to tell her she aint loyal Better fuck with me bitch he aint doin nothing for you Baby you gotta think like a winner to win How your nigga gonna help you when he stuck in the pen Lifes full of choices, you can choose a better life Start by choosing the telly we meeting there tonight I talk to her trynna get her mind right When that head gettin good, man her futures so bright When a rich nigga want you And your nigga cant do nothing for ya These hoes ain’t loyal These hoes ain’t loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see First class trips Take a boat to the six Floor seats with the Knicks I take a broke nigga bitch These hoes they trouble man That bitch dont love you HA HA If I gave a fuck about a bitch, Id always be broke I never had no motherfucker sour to smoke He went raw and she had twins on you Take half your check and her ass spittin on you When a rich nigga want you And your nigga cant do nothing for ya These hoes ain’t loyal These hoes ain’t loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Your drop dead fine, hit my line, I decline It aint nothing personal, it happens all the time Youll remember me forever, but its only for the night Youre out here doing wrong, thinking karma gona be nice So your girls aint bout nothing, then youre looking for a ride I aint heard every opinion, been round the world twice You gon hold a nigga up, talkin how you feel about me That aint shit to brag about, you got love for everybody No thanks baby, Im bank crazy Party like we won, hardly leave alone Leave the snotty ones have fun, I bet you still keep it spoil Your Queen creeping on you, she aint keep it loyal When a rich nigga want you And your nigga cant do nothing for ya These hoes ain’t loyal These hoes ain’t loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Whats the number one rule when you hop in the whip Change your location off, Fly a G to the crib I dont need that nigga outside where I live Cause I know you got a man and he know just who I is Kidd Kidd, I dont wife em, I dont love em, I dont like em I dont trust em, I dont cuff em, I dont hug em, I dont kiss em I diss em, dismiss em, dont miss em I trick are you tricking homie thats a big difference She into big things big chains big titties Big spending big business big ballin big pimpin Her ass to fake for me to care about real feelings Been kilt that ho off and she still trippin He put you in the penthouse and a Panamera He buy you everything you want but hes never there Hey you cant miss me Im everywhere Follow the sparkles on the bottles and I appear Attitude kinda rude when we first fucking Her man play in the NBA and I sell dope When a rich nigga want you said No! Now a bitch nigga got you your ready to go I make a good girl see how good kush blow Shawty said she want a nigga she can cook for I had no idea that they label her hood ho Till Yayo said there something I should know Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something When I call her, she gon’ leave And I bet that bottom dollar she gon’ cheat Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something You done spent your bread on her And it’s all for nothing When a rich nigga want you And your nigga cant do nothing for ya These hoes ain’t loyal These hoes ain’t loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When a rich nigga want you And your nigga cant do nothing for ya These hoes ain’t loyal These hoes ain’t loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see

Im on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen Man, how the fuck did I get here again? First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch You told me do it, dont act like you aint told me do it You aint a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser I fly the kite, my little manll cut his sister up He loves his bitch, you snatch her hell start switching up Im cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas Im trying to be easy But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me You get to looking at me strange, Im prepared, Jack A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that This is murder, this is not music I had your style 10 years ago, I just didnt use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well, I do it like theres nothing to it Yeah, all Imma do is this, Imma keep counting money I dont give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win Imma make you watch me win over and over again You already know what it is with me, motherfucker This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count, man Gotta start this shit over, Im licking my fingers Im getting... I got 100 dollar bills, for real, nigga All Imma do is this man, you hear that sound in the background? Imma do this shit till my thumb get tired Imma take a break when I get past your momma house, nigga When I count more than your momma house Imma take a break, go get a new stack Hand me that money over there What we gon do? All year long Its back to 50, you already know Get the money, and shut the fuck up Watch me do what Im doing cause niggas cant stop nothing that Im doing Nothing Im doing Right after you get in the way we gon start shooting again like its nothing changed We went through that whole Kumbaya my lord - lets be friends by the fire Shit, its over, nigga Back to the script, you know how this shit go How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now, I got a alligator on, nigga You, you think it should go different? See, thats where you go wrong When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think, nigga? Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting and your hashtags and You know what the fuck you do, nigga, let me do what I do

I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali blow, you get the best of me The dramas gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin Im playin I know for sure Ill split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin me You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me The dramas gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin Im playin Its hard, yeah, its hard, this that New York shit That black glove, wood grip, outline em in chalk shit I dont wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies Droptop, ten shots, Ill make your ass a memory Time to ride, homicide, Im down with it Ill wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart Hip hops Napoleon, you know war, you know me then Ill hunt you like a great dane Hit you, hit you like a freight train Run off with your fake chains Ill give you mothafuckas somethin to believe in Knife work your lungs, Ill make it hard to breathe in Little shit could be a big enough reason Youre dancin with the wolves, fool, better feed them I feel for you, you aint ready for the outcome Nigga Ill get at you all week with the same gun I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali blow, you get the best of me The dramas gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin Im playin I know for sure Ill split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin me You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me The dramas gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin Im playin Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with Maybe its genetics, mama made me like this Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy Children of the Corn, Ive been warned so long Big strap for robberies with my little 380 Ill make your little lady miscarry a baby You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank Just fucked up work, askin if well use shanks Every clique Im in my clique, nigga, I run shit I put in my own work, run, get who you gon get This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson When talk is not an option, its a form of expression You got to go to work on a nigga The red shit comin through the shirt on a nigga My gift to a gravedigger I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali blow, you get the best of me The dramas gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin Im playin I know for sure Ill split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin me You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me The dramas gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin Im playin

This bulletin just in... In a scene to rival the famed Saint Valentines Day Massacre of the 1920 Chicago, Don Armatello, reputed crime lord and ten of his henchmen were gunned down... I rock a nigga to sleep Rock-rock-a-bye, baby Rock-rock-a-bye, baby You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down Yeah I show you my teeth all through the beef Paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head Shootouts in my hood like a daily routine Ds think Im involved when a nigga hit hard So when that hammer hit the shell and the hollow tip fly Nigga you can cross your heart and hope not to die Come through squash the drama, send niggas with llamas To heat your ass up, fuck being masked up I was given the gift of life from Sabrina Since then, Ive been jammed up and bucked with the nina Nana raised nine kids, I turned out the meanest I mean a menace, fuck with me and youre finished You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down Homie I always pay my debts when I owe a nigga bullets Got an arsenal, infantry and niggas to pull it Go ahead, style on me get done with, its nothing I chase a nigga down and touch him, catch him and bust him Bitch get out the way, baby while I spray it I wet a nigga like a hydrant on a hot summer day But you can catch me in May riding round with the K Better watch what you say, we get it popping today Yeah I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here I have a nigga tear off your top down here This the land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams And everything a nigga is worth is on the triple beam, South Side! You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down Im here to tell you, your services is no longer needed in the community Rock-rock-a-bye, baby Rock-rock-a-bye, baby

Yeah.. YEAH.. YEAH! Lil Tyrone tired of gettin his ass whipped, so he holdin that gat down His momma think its my fault, cause he listened to Back Down Bobby was a fuckin bum, he pumpin packs now He need some fresh chicks, white tees and fitted hats now Uncle Rock a wino, he wont put the gnac down Eric had the jump shot, but hes smokin crack now The Lunatics, the Lost Boyz, Cheeks shit is whack now Country blew trial, them crackers got him on his back now And Sean {ka-click} runnin round with his fuckin gat now Up in niggas cribs, sayin where that money at pal? Now Sandra from BK I seen her out in Houston That bitch traveled the world, she runnin round boostin Now Toya got these bad-ass kids, they a nuisance Her baby daddies never come around, they useless Every now and then I come through on some new shit Pearly white 6 or some chrome deuce-deuces Im so hood, I cant help it Im so hood, I cant help it Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it Cant rearrange it, I am what I am So love me for bein me Im so hood, I cant help it Im so hood, I cant help it Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it Cant rearrange it, I am what I am So love me for bein me When I was six, man, momma told me God dont like ugly I fell, scraped my face, and thought God must dont love me Saw Owen every morning before school, he sell dope Niggas keep whuppin Nut ass cause he sell soap Charlie be beggin all the time, he stay broke Flip be down on 1-0-9, rollin up smoke Shameek, he a thief, catch a stunt in a stolen car He that nigga that you call when you crashin into a bar See they love me cause I rap now, but they dont like me I been locked up three times and they aint write me Stevie a punk, but fuck what he say, he can get mean quick Pop shots at you, Esau must suck a mean dick The blocks hot, Ds jump out on us almost all the time They watch us from the building but niggas still be on the grind Wayne used to call the cops and tell them G had a 9 Til G put that gun in Donrad seat and said it wasnt mine Im so hood, I cant help it Im so hood, I cant help it Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it Cant rearrange it, I am what I am So love me for bein me Im so hood, I cant help it Im so hood, I cant help it Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it Cant rearrange it, I am what I am So love me for bein me

I really dont care what gang you bang What set you claim On everything I really dont, really dont, really dont care what clique you with Cause when I trip A nigga trip Dont come around me on your sucker shit I aint the type to be fuckin with Lover boy, want a tougher bitch Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me I say the shit cause I mean this shit Bentley Mulsanne, I’m clean as shit Seat back and Im leaning, bitch No, no, no, no, no, no, no You know how the shit go Out the door, O after O Thats more money, thats more money Thats more money fo sho I got a whole bunch of bad habits That fly shit, I gotta have it That pistol on me, I pack it Bitch, your fuckin head, I crack it Me and my pinky ring are like marriage Plus she cut ten carats I shine on em, get a line on em Send the wolves right there at em I never said Id get you by now You done heard I got you Heard all your homies was haulin ass To that club tonight they shot you I really dont care what gang you bang What set you claim On everything I really dont, really dont, really dont care what clique you with Cause when I trip A nigga trip You know every beef, I dont need my strap Knife work, I cut you, jack Niggas watchin my paper stack Cops comin every time I black out Oh, oh Shawty sayin Im a mental case Im sayin fuck out my face You finna make me catch a case Your new bitch my old hoe I put her on fo sho though Her head game was so-so Thats why I had to let her go, go Im blowin up like Im supposed to blow Neck glowin like its supposed to glow Gold Cuban, club movin New music, hoes choosin Its a win, win, we dont lose at all Came up, we supposed to ball Dont know who you take me for I kill you if you make me, boy You dont know how real it get Playin round with this gangsta shit We all in, we all in I want one when Im fallin I really dont care what gang you bang What set you claim On everything I really dont, really dont, really dont care what clique you with Cause when I trip A nigga trip I really dont care what gang you bang What set you claim On everything I really dont, really dont, really dont care what clique you with Cause when I trip A nigga trip

If yall niggas need straps, then get at me Im the plug Well, if you need that, then get at me Im the plug Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Im the plug Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it If yall niggas need straps, then get at me Im the plug Well, if you need that, then get at me Im the plug Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Im the plug Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it We move the work like its water Stuff a quarter in your daughter Cash flow like the Nile I mean like right across the border You got to get it, I got it If I aint got it, I get it Fill your spot up with product I got the straps for your hitters Look here, my price is my price Fuck is ya estimate nigga You’re assed out if I pull it out cause Im blastin it Figure you bite the bullet, I bang it Get to bustin, its nothin Wave it, blaze it Hit the bullseye, I dont graze shit AP around me lately, C-notes serenade me The smell made me crazy Product of the Eighties Numero uno Im out a legendary group hoe My souls too cold They blockin me, I found a loophole Im new gold I got a couple dimes from Panama I make a little girl out an amazon Run on me, Im squeezin like an anacon Then Im gone, years from now I bet my power steer my lawn If yall niggas need straps, then get at me Im the plug Well, if you need that, then get at me Im the plug Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Im the plug Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it If yall niggas need straps, then get at me Im the plug Well, if you need that, then get at me Im the plug Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Im the plug Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it I believe I was born to ball Penetrate the pussy, unless it smell like old tennis balls Im a rapper; I got a problem being punctual A mill at 26 these other rappers, man, they got the gall To even think they on my level Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo Ice in the pot In the trap, Im Sir Mix-a-Lot Bout to spend a mill on a car lot Streets dried up Get tied up for small packs Niggas workin Phone wired up, dont call back Im a surgeon; I put shit back together I determined to bring my black MAC wherever Niggas lurkin; this aint the place to be Fuck a hit Niggasll blow up your face for free Sunday sermon, preacher keep on facin me Its like every word he sayin just relates to me If yall niggas need straps, then get at me Im the plug Well, if you need that, then get at me Im the plug Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Im the plug Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it If yall niggas need straps, then get at me Im the plug Well, if you need that, then get at me Im the plug Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Im the plug Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it G-Unit gorilla Cocaine car wheeler 50 grand cash to the car dealer Bragging on what you bought get you raw quicker Tap you on the shoulder like take this walk, nigga I fought every tall nigga Short temper Tougher than leather cut from a different cloth, nigga You aint a boss you can afford to pay the costs, nigga Get caught, I was taught to never talk nigga If yall niggas need straps, then get at me Im the plug Well, if you need that, then get at me Im the plug Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Im the plug Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it If yall niggas need straps, then get at me Im the plug Well, if you need that, then get at me Im the plug Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Im the plug Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it

Y’all better leave dat boy alone ‘Cause if they dont, y’all know he gon come back on em And they dont want him to come back strong I wouldnt dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone Cause yall dont know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Cause you dont want to get that boy going Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Cause you dont want to get that boy going Its my attitude thats making me bust shit I aint to be fucked with So basically niggas wasting they time trying to touch Swift I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks Be turning ghost fore you be looking at yourself get stomped Im a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass With a mag and, Ill be glad to send another one after you Without no hesitation, Ill run up in your house and wake your spouse up And give her gun to mouth resuscitation A niggas information, they haunted and they sad Got you mad cause they shitting through their stomach in a bag We coming too strong so its irrelevant to blast you We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson When you hear us niggas think its elephants dancing Coming here is the worst mistake that could ever happen When Im in my vehicle, Im pulling you in I guarantee the world will never see you again Motherfucker Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em And they dont want him to come back strong I wouldnt dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone Cause yall dont know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone Honest to god I usually try to keep to my self But its kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well Let me explain something to ya A real street nigga aint trying to get in the streets Hes trying to get out, feel me? And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk And wave his heat all in the air like hes some dumb ho punk At least a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause That niggas dying over pride to prove he got balls I play keyboards, I dont play beef You borrow guns, I own shit that explode when it hit You think its fun that you homesick and you cant really get sleep Cause you done laid a nigga down, but that aint me Well my conscience wont allow me to make decisions in vain Im a man, I do my business and I do it again If you take it to that level, I take it to whoever Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em And they dont want him to come back strong I wouldnt dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone Cause yall dont know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone Now people know I live trifling, I express it through writing If you cant feel it, then I must express it through fighting And I just bought me a new gauge and added on a new knife And I strike people so fast, niggas think I threw lightning Clash with a few titans blasted a few hype men Been harassed by two dykes who wanted Lou Pikner Plus you know Im too violent, to be out with you whiling Cause as soon as you driving Im a spit a few 5 ones And I love to Kuniv son, and you left a live one I know how to hide guns, from skinny to wide ones Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns You looking for hoes, and up in here you going find none You niggas done tried once, and you can kiss my nuts You soft little dry cunts, get stomped till your eyes shut No time for the why whats, Im writing these five words Fuck you dick riding niggas, count it, its five words Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em And they dont want him to come back strong I wouldnt dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone Cause yall dont know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Cause you dont want to get that boy going Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Cause you dont want to get that boy going Swifty McVay Mr. Porter THE Kuniva Yep, better step before you get beat to death Yall dont want to get dem there boys Dem there boys be makin noise Dem there boys got all kind of toys You better step before you get destroyed D12 Dem there boys they hot to death them boys Like everybody who purchased my CD, then theyll need to learn what to tell em what you like about me

Yeah! Ha Ha! Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear niggas running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga Think he shot my brother Im a find that nigga We dont see his punk ass unless he on TV Yeah he did my brother dirty but he dont wanna see me Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams How you think he got that money for that chalk gray Land That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear hoes running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend Used to come through my projects pick her up in his Benz Niggas from my buildin always used to ask about him Like he in and out of town, right? That niggas get down, right? I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy Ronda she told me that nigga a freak And McDonalds aint the only thing that he eat Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me I love 50 Cent, thats my dad But even my mom talk about him bad She says since he blew up, he changed for sure Hes really fascinated with these fancy hoes I dont know why but there personalities collide And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride You know the kids in my class they be sayin hes crazy They just like him cause he roll with Dr. Dre and Shady Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear niggas running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up He left us in the hood we fucked up I cant believe this nigga gettin all this money Still actin like he in the street tellin niggas they cant eat You know this motherfucker went and bought Tysons crib Got Bentleys, Ferraris, and all that shit He dont even come through to try and help niggas out Thats that bullshit. See what Im talkin about? Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me Thats my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight Put a battery in his sock or pick up a rock You aint a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car I taught him what it takes, to go this far Boy Im the reason you are what you are Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me

La la la… Yeah! La la la la la la la la… Uh huh Ooh I’d lie for you baby Ooh I’d die for you baby I like the way that feel I’ll build you, but if ever I fall down And I need you to pick me up Promise me, you’ll be around Hold me down, I’ll build you up Listen, if you let me, I’ll be the reason you shine It’s the secret, I want the world to know that you’re mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I’m writing this song instead of a love letter They gon’ play it on the radio a hundred times a day I figure when you hear it you gon’ stop and think of me I wanna get to know you, and be the reason you smile Girl you know where I’m from, you know how I get down When times get tough, tell me that I’m special Not rap, I mean me, that I’m special You know they say diamonds are a girl’s best friend Precious stones, could you put me before them? If so, I’ll see to it they always around Nothing but the best, now how does that sound? If I drop a jewel when we talk you can keep it Girl you on my mind all the time, that’s a secret Baby, I build you up Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I’d build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine I need to know for sure Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I’d build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine I thinkin’ ’bout you thinkin’ that you feel the same way Or is it just my imagination that get runnin’ away? If you ready to ride, girl, c’mon, let’s roll G-5-5 fly, ma, let’s go It’s hard to measure the pleasure of havin’ you in my presence Your smile makes me smile, I’ll show you my style You can shop a little bit, I’ll pick out some shit One pair at a time ’til your shoe game sick Now who knows what the future holds we’ll be together probably For better or worse, like Whitney and Bobby If you wanna play house, we can play house then But wait, why pretend when you can move in? Before I be your buddy in bed let me be your best friend Girl, it’s more than lust, I want your trust You keep it real with me, I keep it real with you Cause I know with you by my side there’s nothing I can’t do, yeah Baby… Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I’d build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine Build you up, baby, when you’re down Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side Cuz your smile, like a frown, yes I will I’d build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine I’m gon’ build you up baby La la la, la la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la la la

See thats the good thing about my hair man... All I do is put water in that shit so I pull a joint out and it dont be all greasy and oily.. Turn up.. Your flow a dime-a-dozen, my flow you gotta love it My city hot as fuck and, came from the bottom of it But not a product of it, bitch all my rides are custom Smoking my ganja public, Im all about that money Dress like everyday sunny Rolling weed like a Marley, smile like everything funny But this industry shady, most these niggas are crazy Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe These nudies what Im wearing, the truth is what youre hearing The bong is what Im clearing, the kush is overbearing Ferraris what Im steering, Im smoking while Im driving Keep looking in the mirror, make sure no ones behind us Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up So much that people at the bank start to tell us You need to have somebody bank for you fellas Look at me Look at me Look at me Look at them and look at me I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait Poverty, robbery kill or be killed psychology I shine just me and my nine Screw you niggas at 8 oclock, sharp like it’s Columbine Guess Im one of a kind I see you niggas soft when that shell hit your face Ill hit your wake to flip your coffin Bitch get to walkin, this Sabrinas orphan Im like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus Warriors are victorious Come out to play, I mean right away Shit’s Ferragamo, Emporio Armani drawers Outlaw, a nigga break all kinda laws Its hard bottom line, time money frozen time AP, royal oak, kush smoke, bag the coke Push the dope, cut throat, so what I cut throat, I fuck with hoes So I aint gotta say its time to go She already know for sure when its time to go Look at me Look at me Look at me Look at them and look at me

Dre, niggas think we bullshitting Yeah, yeah Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, Ill put your body in a bag Front on me, Im on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Bushmaster hundred shot, drumsll run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me I make the register ring, Im the cash cow They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggasll flip Six shot semi assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz If Ds know about the beef, you gon still get did It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs Im like Damien, nigga, when I start getting loose on you Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you lookin both ways like you crossing the street Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, Ill put your body in a bag Front on me, Im on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message, we gon fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique, hollow tipsll tear up the best of ya This aint the Carter nigga, this is Sparta Its harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass running like a race horse Follow orders now, Yay shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, its mad fun See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone I was born with the tech, its a birth defect I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have-nots turn into Sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks Its horrific, nah, its terrific I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it Get lifted, goddamn Im gifted Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, Ill put your body in a bag Front on me, Im on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, I tell em ride on em then they ride on em Get the line on em and squeeze the .9 on em Headshot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him Its a hit, not a jux leave the shines on em Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me That 430 Spider, carbon fibre And my dog is like Al Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, youre sweet like apple cider The Mackll fire, mask like Michael Myers Its off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo ass My hands itch when the money comes, its hard to explain it Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, thats what I do kid Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, Ill put your body in a bag Front on me, Im on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies

After two bottles of Moet and two bottles of Rose Don’t dare say nothing to me, you niggas don’t know me It’s ebony and ivory, the white boy, the black boy Eminem and Fifty who the fuck slipped me a Mickey There’s hollow’s in my tongue, Kush smoked in my lung Codeine in my cup, look I don’t give a fuck I took X and viagra and now my dick hard Shining like diamonds floating round my sheppard Look bitch this is my house, we got 50 fucking rooms here Butlers, maids and them baccarat chandeliers Dog named Oprah and a cat named Gayle Stash in the floor in case I got to make bail Happy New Year I got some liquor, got some hoes Got the music playing come and have fun Happy New Year I got some kush got some purple Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some Happy New Year I got some Goose, I got some Henny Some Patron, man I know you want some Happy New Year I got some porn star bitches in the back Freakin off you wan come? First nigga front I’mma shoot me a chump I stuff 2 million in my Lambo trunk Me I do whatever the fuck I want You must be confused, me I never lose Fuck me? No, fuck you White people fuck with different drugs That shit aint hit the circuit yet Niggas fuck with dope and coke not vicodin and percocets Tonight I’m open minded, fuck it I’ll give it a try What does it matter anyway, gettin’ high’s gettin How many shots will it take to make a nigga to drop his shit Like he having convulsions, choking, eyes open Bong smoking, thats the shit you’ve seen in high times Stay float underwater that shit look like a grapevine I started out with one pill, now I’m taking ten a day Em said I need help, Dre said that shit ok Next thing you know a nigga sittin’ up in AA Hi, my name is Curtis Jackson, I’m an addict, gotta have it Happy New Year I got some liquor, got some hoes Got the music playing come and have fun Happy New Year I got some kush got some purple Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some Happy New Year I got some Goose, I got some Henny Some Patron, man I know you want some Happy New Year I got some porn star bitches in the back Freakin off you wan come?

He gonna give you all his love He gonna give you all his time He wont let a minute go by Without the thought of you crossing his mind I be like fuck a bitch, Im trying to stay rich No time to concentrate on hoes Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit By the mornin, I got the go Yeah, I got all kind of bitches, a vet bitch, a beginner bitch My phone ringing and I aint answering cause Im in a bitch Im more like a pimp than a trick, I send a bitch 50s and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch If we going out we going Dutch pay for your dinner bitch Look bitch, this is my life Im on some different shit Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch Bitches love me, just like I love me Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch You wanna buy me shit, meet me at the mall bitch In the strip club, let her lick your ass bitch Get the cash bitch and then go back to your man bitch He gonna give you all his love He gonna give you all his time He wont let a minute go by Without the thought of you crossing his mind I be like fuck a bitch, Im trying to stay rich No time to concentrate on hoes Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit By the mornin, I got the go I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch She with me to do the to the end, bitch fuck me and her friend I said Im headed to the top bitch Im trying to get it all A real bitch will be there for a nigga if he fall The club pack front to the back up in this bitch Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch Diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck Bitch niggas front if you want, we got swimmers on deck Get your ass hit over a bitch The bitch aint shit she in a porno clip with a bitch She cant suck dick but damn nigga use your head She gonna find another dick to suck when youre dead He gonna give you all his love He gonna give you all his time He wont let a minute go by Without the thought of you crossing his mind I be like fuck a bitch, Im trying to stay rich No time to concentrate on hoes Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit By the mornin, I got the go West side This that shit right here! Feel like its supposed to be on that Detox! Yeah Niggas think theyre better than me, but theyre not! Fuck that! Im just gonna start over So we gonna act like I aint been that nigga for 8 years And Im a new nigga! Call me Ferrari! G-UNIT!

Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now youre learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, Im trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - dont try to say Im tripping When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in Leaving niggas hurting, homicides lurking Nigga, my gun go off Fuckboy, you can see it to believe it Try to dodge and weave it, end up a paraplegic Believe me, its easy, Ill hurt you, Ill murk you Ill pop something, drop something, I aint going to stop hunting Run, run, til youre spun, one shot, one gun One 911 emergency, its murder, B Its excellent execution when Im pulling the trigger No mistake for that cake, Im hitting you and your niggas Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain See the spark and the bang, nigga, shit aint a game Do the math or get blast, bullets go through the glass Goes through your ass fast and the leather seat in your Nav Nigga, its not a war when theres casualties on one side, I ride Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by I click-clack, thats that, I dont flash, I mash I wave the Uzi at them, I make a movie out them Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now youre learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, Im trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - dont try to say Im tripping When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in Leaving niggas hurting, homicides lurking Nigga, my gun go off You better lose yourself in the moment Use it, fuck the music, Imma let it go You only get one shot before I back out and fire back At your hat, your back, your ass crack, your nutsack Your Cadillac, if you make it to that, Im hitting that The 70s was smack, the 80s crack The 90s was grimy, millennium MACs, man Clips on the whips I ride in them, bad bitches, I ride in them Dont worry, Ill get them, gats jammed or unjammed God damn safest the safety dont work, squeeze the eagle, it chirps End up faced down in the dirt more than hurt Bring the beef where you hang out, bang out, shots ring out Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out Hit your homies in their legs, bet they have their canes out tomorrow You know tomorrows just a day away If you can keep your heart beating, then your ass awake Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now youre learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, Im trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - dont try to say Im tripping When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in Leaving niggas hurting, homicides lurking Nigga, my gun go off

Is it true what the good book say Concerning the Judgement Day? If I dont kneel down and pray Will I be a sinner for— Yeah, homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven Just get me to the gate, and Ill talk my way in Got a gift, Im special with the flow, Im good Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked in my shoes You wouldnt go against me cause you know you would lose Its been a long time coming, I done paid my dues Now every time I turn around, its like Im back in the news I know a lotta niggas want me wearing cement shoes And Uncle Tom niggas wanna see me locked up too Around the same time KRS was writing Black Cop I was busy tryna pump cracks in the back blocks Popping shit to my homies about how my gat pop Got rid of that chrome thing and got a black Glock P-90 held ten but I had six shots I used to walk around with it and risk gettin knocked I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad, it was itching my hand Some shot it out with me, and some of em ran And some of the gats worked good and some of em jammed Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in Got a gift, Im special with the flow, Im good Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in Got a gift, Im special with the flow Im good Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood Now if you take a good look and look into my face A nigga wouldnt even dare to violate my space Son, I did so much dirt, Im tryna clean my slate And ate so many niggas food and now they want mines ate The dogs bark when I walk and sense the souls I took Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book Saw shots fly by me, know I shouldve been dripping The pulp fiction musta been Gods divine intervention Wouldnt thought then from that Ive learned my lesson And clean my act up and go straight to confession Uncle La got knocked, the Feds hit him with seven And left me with the 50 cal. and a MAC-11 Stuck everything from everything, from heads to the workers And had half the hood damn near wanting to murk us Found myself asking God, What the fuck is my purpose? You go to heaven, know Im foul but put a good word in Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in Got a gift, Im special with the flow, Im good Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in Got a gift, Im special with the flow Im good Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood Now homie if I go to hell and you make it to the pearly gates Tell we got beef And tell Ima see him when I see him And when I see him, Ima For leaving us out to dry in straight poverty For not showing me no signs they watching over me Look, we a new breed in 2006 We dont give a fuck about that Nigga show me where the cash at, the nice whips With the three car garage to fit them shits Man my life is painful, you pray to angels Im praying to myself hoping I aint gotta spank you My bulletsll shank you And when my guns start cutting, aint nobody gon save you In the Bible times, they aint had to deal With the shit we dealing with, these survival times Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in Got a gift, Im special with the flow, Im good Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in Got a gift, Im special with the flow Im good Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood

You can look at them comin out the walls You can look at them climbin out the bushes You can find them when the letters bout to fall He be waitin with his camera right on focus Everywhere you seem to turn theres a monster When you look up in the air theres a monster Paparazzi got you scared like a monster, monster, monster Oh oh Hollywood its got you jumpin like you should Its got you bouncin off the wall Its got you drunk enough to fall Oh oh Hollywood, just look in the mirror And tell me you like, dont you, dont you like it? Monster, hes a monster, hes an animal Monster, yeah, hes a monster, hes an animal, ho-oh-oh Hes coming at ya Coming at ya rather too fast Mama say mama got you in a zig zag And youre runnin And youre runnin just to scape it But theyre gunnin for the money So they fake it Everywhere you seem to turn theres a monster When you look up in the air, theres a monster When you see them in the street Thats a monster, monster, monster Oh oh Hollywood its got you jumping like it should Its got you bouncing off the wall Its got you drunk enough to fall Oh oh Hollywood, just look in the mirror And tell me you like what ya see Monster, hes like an animal, just like an animal And hes moving in the air Monster, hes a monster, hes an animal Everybody wanna be a video star Why are they never satisfied withn all you give? You give them your all, theyre watching you fall And they eat your soul Yeah, yeah, yeah Catch me in a bad mood, flipping, youll take a whippin Animal, Hannibal, cannibal addiction Tears appear, yeah, blurring your vision Fear in the air, screaming, your blood drippin Shiver a second, now, now, now, what is it? Funerals, cemeteries, dont worry, its time to visit Broke bones, tombstones, how do you think Im kiddin? Its home, sweet home, the land of the forbidden All hail, run tell, the King has risen 2010 Thriller, theres nothin iller, its killer Their vision, they miss em, wont impact, this is that Its the bomb, ring the alarm, MJ number one It goes on and on, it goes on and on We get to creeping and crawling in the early morn Dream on dreamer, theres nowhere to run You can try but youre done I can feel it in the air, here the monster come Oh oh Hollywood has got you jumpin like you should Its got you bouncin off the wall Its got you drunk enough to fall Oh oh Hollywood just making me clearer And tell me ya like, dont you, dont you? Monster, say you wanna be a star Hes a monster, say you wanna go far Hes an animal, why do you keep stalking me? Monster Hes a monster, whyd you take it? Whyd you fake it? Hes an animal, yeah, why dyou torture me? Monster, why you stalkin me? Hes a monster, why dyou torture me? Hes an animal Why did you do it? Why did you? Why you stalkin me? Monster, why dyou torture me? Hes a monster, why dyou torture me? Hes an animal, why dyou? Why dyou? ho-oh-oh! Hes draggin you down like a monster Hes keepin you down like a monster Hes draggin you down like a monster Hes keepin you down like a monster

Baby ride with me I just want you to know I cut all them girls all for you And ma I want to spoil you… She the baddest bitch on the planet Badder than Beyonce, Halle, and Janet See for once, she like girls We laid up, she telling me to invite girls No seven, eights or nines When me and her menage we only deal with dimes Bring em in kick em out she know I dont love em I dont go behind her back and try to fuck em For her I would kick bitches to the curb She dont got kids but treat mines like they hers I believe it when she say she love me She know me She know what to cook when I say Im hungry Used to treat her bad then I got it right Almost lost her, Mayweather Medina fight That make up sex messed up her makeup So good she forgot why we was gon break up You know me from way back I Cant lie to you that’s a fact right Still fuck with me when I dont act right You call when you need that pipe It goes on and on, on and on with you baby It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah… It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you No Okay Ima say she crazy She say he crazy You know the kinda crazy you need baby You should just give me the right time I send you the flight time Show you round New York We could sit down and talk Ima overachiever Ill make you a believer Or you make me a believer Then Ill feel like I need ya Id done dealt with some dumb bitches Some beautiful bum bitches Flyest shit they got Is some shit that I gave em Its nothing That check Ima run it up, run it up Due to I felt like I done, done enough With one life to live, weve got to live it up Go one step in the crib you got to give it up Stop with the kissing, proceed to the touching Graduate to fellatio Then climax fucking Sweat on your body private party is written here No VIP, aint got shit on shit here Baby yeah… You know me from way back I Cant lie to you that’s a fact right Still fuck with me when I dont act right You call when you need that pipe It goes on and on, on and on with you baby It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah… It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you No Baby ride with me Be Bonnie & Clyde with me Ill cut all them girls all for you They jealous of how I spoil you They dming and calling you Damn, them bitches stalking you Mad I dont want to kick it with them They miss how I used to give it to them You know me from way back I Cant lie to you that’s a fact right Still fuck with me when I dont act right You call when you need that pipe It goes on and on, on and on with you baby It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah… It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you No

Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see Shoot your gun Ill make you a believer Now you better pray for something more I go to war to til heart stop, niggas aint listening Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborns christening Tell your homie, tell his homies, he gon need more homies Aint this a bitch, I got the extended clip right on me And my diamonds on my neck, I dare a nigga to scheme on it The Ruger on deck, its hard to miss with the beam on it Ill give your ass a permanent nap, sing you a lullabye I got money to run, so fuck a alibi Shoot your gun Ill make you a believer Now you better pray for something more Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough, nigga All that means is you fucked, nigga I get the drop Im on it Morning, noon or night, I spot ya, I got ya Wake up cuffed to your bed, cops asking, who shot ya? As the world turns, we live and we learn The hollow tips burn and I aint concerned if I aint hit And I aint hit, so a nigga dont really give a shit You know who you fucking with Come through, dump more than a clip Niggas be on some stupid shit Till they get hit, aint that a bitch? K-I double, shotgun barrel double My homies front a couple and I move em on a double Racks in the duffel, Mac with the muzzle Makin circles in you, all black like a tunnel I only know how to hustle, cant stay outta trouble I got a big gun, muthafuck a scuffle Kidd Kidd, will you ever change? Fuck no, Pimp zone, Rida gang, you already fuckin know Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more Man these niggas so fake, I call em knock-offs Like Pringles I pop the top off You aint hot, dawg, you the fucking Micky Mouse song Im on fire like Louisiana hot sauce Brand new Js cost a buck fifty nigga You scuff these I’ll scar your face, buck fifty, nigga Been fucking with them pigs, you a guinea, nigga And you always begging, yous a give me nigga I wear my gun like its trendy, nigga You pussy and aint shit, kitty litter Uh, see where all that bitching get ya Right in front of this pistol, huh Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more

Im on that bullshit Im, Im, back on that bullshit Im on that bullshit Im, Im, back on that bullshit Startin to feel like theres nothin left to talk about but the, money, money Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money Nigga I dont give a fuck bout these hoes Im focused on the money, MONEY MONEY! Look, I dont wan talk bout these hoes Lets talk about money, MONEY MONEY! In high school I had coke and dope money I blew, now Im sittin on Bugatti boat money Im eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline Go head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money Who wan catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade Catch a case, bail bond, Im out the next day Got that gold , gold proper money Talkin bout private jet, heliport chopper money And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me I dont trick, ery now and then I toss her money Fuck, nut, get up, thats abortion money Ill kill if I have to, dont force me homie I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money I hate when niggas act like bitches cause it costs me money What the fuck! Im in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen Its the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay Nowadays Im just happy things are goin my way Im straight, some say I got more than I need Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed Its amazing, I made it here on my own I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone An accountant to count, the amount I spent Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent I got it made, I got bridge truck money Euros range, you wan borrow some from me? My bank statements have you niggas like Damn! Bitch I got more than a hot dog man Get married, pay for one bitch, Ill buy her bar food Kids dont try this shit at home, you cant do the shit I do Whassup?

We over here... with some fat chicks Nah, I dont be fuckin wit them fat bitches Thats Yayo Dont be stuck on the things they say Now you know its a nasty world I aint fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl I aint never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat Them Twinkies got your ass gettin fat fat Them cookies got your ass gettin fat fat That paint got your ass gettin fat fat Bitch you grown, that aint baby fat fat In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master But you got it on level 2, bitch go a little faster Look girl I aint gon lie, Ill tell you how I feel They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin hot And your big ass fin to pop all up out the halter top Find the right chick, wearing some tight shit, and its on See your ass wearing some tight shit, we like She wrong Dont be stuck on the things they say Now you know its a nasty world I aint fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - Yous a nasty girl I aint never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes [50} Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but yous a big bitch man Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat That Burger King dun got your ass fat fat McDonalds dun got your ass fat fat That Dominos dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat I like em slim in the waste, curves in the right place A bitch wit hips, lips, and a nice face Your appetitell put a dent up in a nigga salary You need to stop burnin that weed, and burn a calorie Your attitude is like you always have gear You got a pony tail, you aint always have hair I just wanna see your Capris comin down Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds Dont be stuck on the things they say Now you know its a nasty world I aint fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - Yous a nasty girl I aint never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes Ill say something nice about ya eyes, cause yous a big bitch man Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat Them Entenmanns dun got your ass fat fat Them Little Debbies dun got your ass fat fat These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat I aint no trick, I aint have to borrow with my wallet Freakin off in your car, on your closet It aint nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl If you can cook your ass off, Ill give you the world You can be skinny or fat, white or black Nigga pussy is pussy so, yeah, Ill hit that Im a freak, sure I love minage a trois And I really care lees if you twice my size Dont be stuck on the things they say Now you know its a nasty world Its a nasty world I aint fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - Yous a nasty girl I aint never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes Im a compliment your eyes Yayoll fuck wit you big bitches but Im a stay the fuck away from ya Them Twinkies got your ass gettin fat fat Them cookies got your ass gettin fat fat That paint got your ass gettin fat fat Bitch you grown, that aint baby fat fat Stay the fuck away from, you fuckin fat bitch Fuck wit Tony Yayo, ho

Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire that wont spend a dollar on a ho Im still in here tryin to get a model out the do High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I dont even know And If I wasnt Banks shorty probably wouldnt roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do If you aint with the program ma you gotta go I move like its Po Po behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey Fo Fo beside me, hoes know to find me Wherever theres money, yeah Im the shit honey Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy Yeah nigga, you dont want it with them their bigger Cross us, your on somethin we bare niggas Yeah nigga hair trigga, teflon, chest gone, Gs up Freeze up and youll end up in your lawn Its the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie Burns more than Ziggy, them lil niggas dig me I been stressed out lately, so Im smokin more than ever Dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather Im a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater If your bitch give me a sign Im a get her You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire that wont spend a dollar on a ho Im still in here tryin to get a model out the do High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I dont even know And If I wasnt Banks shorty probably wouldnt roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do If you aint with the program ma you gotta go Cause were always focused we move around with the toasters Push the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach us We in the club with the pokers steppin in Gucci Loafers Stuntin in Testerossas, stylin in front of vultures Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us After the show they blow us, and do all type of shit for us Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be Niggas know Im a G, got it locked got the keys We move from bundles to D sippin on Hennessy Buck rollin the trees, Banks countin the cheese We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas You stuck in the hood, aw that aint good Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore Triple X, wet sex, whos next, latex Condom, condo, Im tight my money long though You lookin for a drink bitch I aint what you lookin for You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire that wont spend a dollar on a ho Im still in here tryin to get a model out the do High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I dont even know And If I wasnt Banks shorty probably wouldnt roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do If you aint with the program ma you gotta go Im out on bond but the forty still on me Bouncin round like Lil Jon thinkin bout my dead homies Watch I hit, need a lick, aint gon get me a brick I keep on losin shootin dice and Im sick of this shit Clientele still poppin so the junkies keep comin And my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin money On this block till the sun drop I dont have a home I will not stop, sellin rocks, thug till Im gone Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels Some G-Unit shoes, body full of tatooes Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips Tell him talk that shit, now yall wanna trip I keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the West Just a dirty lil nigga with a Glock and a vest Banks tell me you dont like em and you know what Im a do nigga You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire that wont spend a dollar on a ho Im still in here tryin to get a model out the do High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I dont even know And If I wasnt Banks shorty probably wouldnt roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do If you aint with the program ma you gotta go

Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot Chrome rims for sixes, one wheel, one GSX-R Throw it up, one hand, wave back at the bitches Im silent, right before I snap Im violent I call myself the tussle, Im the boss and the muscle Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles A nigga come creeping through the fog, if you scared, get a dog Get a male, because a bitchll get you both in the morgue Now peep the punchlines Im punching these are knockout flows Im cyber pimping, Im so new wave I got sci-fi hoes This is next-level mack shit, thats why my money stack quick 12 Vs V12 half of them triple black bitch Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy, me Your blinds blurring your vision, see Im where Im supposed to be On top of the underground, still gritty Still running cities, Still Em, Dre and Fiddy, fuck with me Im an usual suspect when its a hit Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah its the shit Pardon me please, can I speak to you Feel this is something, Im compelled to do Pardon me please, can I speak to you Feel this is something, Im compelled to do Pistols and bad bitcHes, Hustlers and bad business Rapping was just a Hobby, tHat Hobby turned to a million Had tHat oxy for sale, you can get it 50 a pill Sniff it or let it grill, rap tHe foil you know tHe drill Money, power, and drugs, my only reason to love Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods Like to tHe pimps saying wHo the sluts? 211 on Hookers purses Another double up purcHase, slanging a Hundred meters from cHurcHes God forgive me, but tHe steal was wortH it Man I swear I needed some cHange, cHains and golden rings and tHangs Niggas watcH videos and tHink tHem dudes went from rags to Hardest For real locs know tHat type of sHit makes you a target EitHer tHe pigs or Imma get you wHile you playing boy Hunt you like an animal, strapped witH a beam tHats adderall 50 told me ambition wins wHen your talent aint working I say Id rather relapse tHan reenact Curtis and put tHat work in Floss if you want to Ive seen your Home broke nigga It aint a secret I get money, yous a joke nigga Make wHat you make in like 2 years, less tHan a montH nigga Figg Side to SoutHside but we up nigga

G-Unit, they aint ready AHHHH! I, dont know what you been thinkin Dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down Dont know what you been thinkin Dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down Ive been out in L.A. with Dre and Snoop for so long Im fin ta Crip walk and put some muhfuckin khakis on Nah thats aight man I aint got nothin to prove Im rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose Look man, I dont know what you been drinkin I dont know what you been thinkin But get outta line and Snoops upside ya head The media they write whatever they choose And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news These other rap niggas couldnt walk in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin Well tell them niggas theyll get popped, they should stop frontin You heard of me, but do you know how I get down Stay with a vest on, roll with a couple tre-pounds In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now Ill start some bullshit and Ima lay ya punk ass down I, dont know what you been thinkin Dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down Dont know what you been thinkin Dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn Just cause I like ice dont compare me to Lil Wayne I make rap niggas disappear like Lil Zane See Buck been shot, but not more than 50 I dont dance, what I look like signin with Diddy? I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit with me And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin Whats in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip Crips and Bloods they show me love like Im claimin a set These industry niggas know they better pay me my cheque I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers Ten people showed up, thats why your show got cancelled 50 whatever they did to the kid is handled Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers FUCK YALL NIGGAS I, dont know what you been thinkin Dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down Dont know what you been thinkin Dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down Everywhere we go, just leaves number one We wont stop, every Billboard chart Man we own that slot, we wont stop [I, dont know what you been thinkin Dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down Dont know what you been thinkin Dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down] A bitch know its a privilege if I stop to check her Nigga all I got is hot shit, the kids call me Dr. Pepper And I dont mean a soda The 16 top shot loaderll bend ya ass up like yoga Your fuckin with a soldier Im sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder So please keep talkin So we can spread your feet And have you on your boulevard C-Walkin The birds keep hawkin, why? Cause Im burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I dont argue Ill leave a print in your ass from a karate kick Them niggas that I be with, got guns on the big body tip And if they pull out youd prolly shit Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures Plus I light up trees like every days Christmas SHIT! Pull that back

Ay, nigga tell em where you from Southside, Im a Southside nigga what? Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up They say Im grimy, Im greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga Saying I cant wait til I get a little bigger After niggas jumped me bumping my head Thinking I wish I had a gun, I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife to finna poke me a nigga Wishing I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy Now those were the days, when crime really paid The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast Robberies went bad, niggas got blast Niggas kidnapped Drew grandpa kid Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the time They say Im grimy, Im greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimy, Im greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand Saying damn, dope cost sixty a gram I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say give it up kid, before I put one in your wig Picture me thirsty, riding round foaming out the mouth Saying I dont get on, Imma lay a nigga out Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace Im wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell em to Benny Fuck with me, yall niggas know Boo Boo get busy They say Im grimy, Im greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimy, Im greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about Yeah, I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggas Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggas In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child Got my ass whooped in Spofford, but never that now When my name in your mouth you better watch how you talk Ill send yo punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk I bust a clip, Ill hit ya hip, Im takin your shit Thats how the eses play, for that SSK You probably heard through the grapevine, Im good out in Watts Bulletproof shit, cruising through them Compton blocks Im the beast from the East, but I play on the West In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest And you niggas best be on yo best behavior I was bred for this shit, front on me Imma blaze ya They say Im grimy, Im greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimy, Im greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about

Thats ordinary, this excellence When I fuck up, I correct the shit Let security come get this bitch My nigga, I said come get this bitch Tryna shine with my diamonds shinin They say theyre grindin, no, never mind it Thats ordinary, that Burberry Fuck what it costs, we dont rock that shit That new Rolls aint new me 6 months ago, I got that shit You know a nigga a beast when Im out on the street Frozen cube and frozen Jesus piece Your main ho be stalkin me I had to block the bitch on my IG Posted pictures where I be Tell other regular shit she wanna try me Dont you hate an ordinary nigga? Drinkin on ordinary liquor Niggas spendin ordinary money We dont ever fuck with basic bitches Your bitch got on ordinary heels Cant tell you how ordinary feels I pull, I pull any girl and shes with it Ima hook her up with other bitches Hot boy with cold cash Check out my N.O. swag Nothin fresher than toe tags When I pull the trigger at your ass Rap niggas got no chance I aint even go in my bag Run through the paper like a notepad What you know about it with your broke ass? All my mind irregular All you smoke is regular And your ho too regular Find a runway, go step it up I do this on the regular Basis, you basic Same shit, you ordinary Damn these hoes need a mortuary, uuh Stepped the game up and tip the bitch The niggas you was with aint use to shit I put 10 bands in her hand Then sent her home to her man She said, Dont you hate an ordinary nigga? Pour up a four, I aint drinkin on ordinary liquor This syrup, Ferragamo belt holdin up my Levi britches Forreal, I look like drug money, but I keep my bitch ridiculous I said Baby, Im the realest, even though Im not the richest Im still gonna bet 50 these 50 racks; my ho the biggest What you wanna do? We all got bands He ordinary - ordinary Whoa, ordinary - ordinary Ordinary, ordinary Whoa, ordinary - ordinary Dont think Ima chose Kickin back, foreign shoes Watch me make and break all the rules Do all the moves I carry you out of your dream, feel me out, Im on steam Please, Im out of your league Visas found in my jeans These 2014s Please deny to your fiends Normal walls, I aint been, all my girls, you a ten Thank the Lord I aint them In the store, I aint spend Spendin time to get me nowhere Im mismatchin the whole year Peace sign to em like Later Countin these stacks when the slip clear She shop on cloud 9, live on Saks 5th Her closet game on some Kim Kardash shit Draft night, she lookin for a first round pick Shorty think Im Andrew Wiggins, tryna fuckin hit The nothin in her lifestyle basic Canary Islands, black sand and Chanel slips I said this girl is extraordinary Monster Ball the movie, get to fuckin, she like Halle Berry

Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall Ill be around to catch your call Cause youre my baby And I adore you You always brighten up my day Ill never ever let you wait Cause youre my baby And youre amazing Im from, city to city, to show to show See me I been grinding across the globe I hustle hard to get the grip fasho So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone Tell me, whats on your mind when you alone I have you touching on ya self, girl all in the zone Now if I turned you on With things I say, would I be wrong? Then I dont wanna be right Matter of fact, Id be on the next flight Trying to get it on with you tonight Do the things you like Touch the right spot, have ya piping hot While the wind blow through ya hair in the drop Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex And let me do what I do until you climax You can go straight to sleep after its all over In the morning, roll over and we can start over Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall Ill be around to catch your call Cause youre my baby And I adore you You always brighten up my day Ill never ever let you wait Cause youre my baby And youre amazing Yeah, I called just to say Hope youre having a nice day Youre special, Id get into you Oops, I mean Im into you Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie Better yet, to watch you climb into the Jacuzzi Yeah, bubbles in the bath, Dom in the glass Funny how time flies when you full of laughs Its fun, but before long, a nigga gotta dash For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash To come quick, so I dont fuck with the stash I know you like pumps and boots, I like Jeeps and Coupes So I grind all the time to save me some loot I put a spell on ya, I like to call it a spell In the bedroom working it well, I dont kiss and tell But I dont care if you kiss and tell You can tell ya girlfriend the details Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall Ill be around to catch your call Cause youre my baby And I adore you You always brighten up my day Ill never ever let you wait Cause youre my baby And youre amazing Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall Ill be around to catch your call Cause youre my baby And I adore you You always brighten up my day Ill never ever let you wait Cause youre my baby And youre amazing

Look at what they did to me, they burn me, they turn me Into a animal, they flipped son, they burn me To the first degree, me son, they hurt me I looked out for them motherfuckers, they burn me I was good now Im bad, see they done turned me Into a monster, I cant believe they burned me I showed em love, they showed me hate, they burn me Now Im heartless, your pain dont concern me I got so many enemies, so many memories So many flashbacks, we used to be friends Sugar turned to shit, people just change They keep pushin a nigga til the hammer go BANG You violate I will let that motherfucker rang Feels like, money came then, more money came And, niggas start foamin out the mouth growin fangs Now, when did I become the savior of the hood? Look homie you dont know me, I wouldnt save ya if I could I sacrifice for suckas and they change me, Im angry They selfish, all they want is what they want so they blame me Like its all my fault they aint caked up You a grown-ass man, damn, when you gon wake up? Turn, 7 to 14, 14 to 28 An O to 62, nigga get up your weight Learn how to duck the jakes, stack your paper then youre straight I tried to help a nigga eat, man its hard out on the street Cause Im kind they think Im weak They see the way I grind and they like the way I shine They want paper like mine Man they be on some shit when they tryin to hit a lick Man a motherfucker flip You think they wont trip cause you helped em from the rip They aint loyal to SHIT! She called the cops on me, cause I dont love her like I used to Tried to fix what was wrong; guess it hurts cause Im gone My son he love me but she tryin to poison his mind Actin like, everything they got aint come from my grind I say a prayer for her like God, please change her heart All this hatred at one time is tearin me apart Man I aint lookin for trouble, Im lookin for blessings But ever since the money came, me I been stressin Got my ass kicked for bein kind, I cant trust nobody The closer they get to me the more they take from me Man, Im givin all I got to give, Im tryin to live They look at me they eyes got dollar signs, they want the kid To give it all up, fall apart, break down I aint got much left, what they wan take now? My life? I got so much more to offer Imma make em watch me be #1 til Im done, yeah They bringin me all, the way dowwwwwn And betray me just becauuuuse Im down I, dont know, what, to do nowwwww Me? My loyaltys, what Im bout Ha ha They burn me, over and over and over Like they doin what they supposed ta They burn me, goddamn look at how they do me Somebody new tryin to sue me So they burn me So they burn me

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit Im pullin off a O.J, off-off a O.J Im pullin off a O.J, Im killin these bitches Im smoking up my lungs, this liquor drowning my liver Im now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer, Master Splinter Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters I dont give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter Yeah, Im kind of thinner but Goddamn, youre jeans are slimmer I dont want you round my children, you look like a sex offender Planet of the Apes, Im a G-Unit gorilla All these rappers claim they killas, prolly sue you when you hit em See Im not what you used to, I aint soo-woo, I aint crippin Im a Rider Gang nigga, we gon get it where we fit it Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit Im pullin off a O.J, off-off a O.J Im pullin off a O.J, Im killin these bitches Got a new bitch thats so bad, yeah, she dont know what she doin And her ass so round and fat, when she touch me, Im like boooing! I want head and I want tails, so I dont wanna flip a coin I dont kiss it, I dont tell, so her close friend she can join They dont call me from the pens, thats to see how things are goin So the money, it still flowing, get a Rider Gang, its still glowin And my neck and my wrist and my ears and my fist, got diamonds all over shit glowin And the Lambo aint got no top, it aint summer yet but its hot You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets and you see the bitches I got You better believe its real from the Philippines to Brazil Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her, people can give it to you pure 100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit Im pullin off a O.J, off-off a O.J Im pullin off a O.J, Im killin these bitches MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls 4 door garage, bitch, I need 8 cars They want me locked up, they singin like Akon Or shot up like a dope head arm Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong I would take your head on, so you can see me head on Im gettin my air blown, you know what her head on She got my head gone, shit, Im bout to head home Pimp zone, thats my destination Still street, never handed in my resignation Ding dong, Im at your doorbell waiting Who tryna get served, Im bout to do some catering, huh! Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit Im pullin off a O.J, off-off a O.J Im pullin off a O.J, Im killin these bitches

While Jay and Beyonce was mm mm kissin I was cookin one-thousand grams in my kitchen While Nas was telling Kelis I love you boo I was shining my nine, ya know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip You want a problem with me? - no problem, its all good I aint fresh out the hood, Im still in the hood Black rims, black hemi, nigga see me when ya see me I appear and disappear with the heater like a genie That party and bullshitll get ya ass popped Dont believe me - ask Fab, they got his head shot Im in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms Smoke on weed not on sherm, nigga its my turn I fire on ya ass, them hollow-tips burn, baby burn Im screaming Fuck the cops!, riding round with my Glock Theres my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box Thats how P. got knocked, thatss a jewel I drop But you aint peep that nigga, go head, repeat that nigga You might learn a little something if you learn to stop fronting I make it look easy on three piece bbs Rolling locc-ing, up early with the dopemen When Janet and Jermaine was mm mm kissing I was bagging one-thousand grams in my kitchen When Puffy was telling Kim I love you boo I was shining my nine, ya know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip At the dice game I bet it all, you hear what Im saying? Take grand, I form better, nigga I aint playing Im trying to get it, holla at me if ya with it And lace up the Chukkas, we can rob these motherfuckers My stomach is growling, they say that Im wildin Im doing my numbers, Im getting violent They hearing me rap and they thinking Im playin Till they see the barrel and they see the flame I need full co-operation man, give us the chain The watch, the ring and the grill, we aint playin I fire that thing, it sound insane Holla, I got that nose candy, mane When Jeezy and Keisha was mm mm kissin I was bagging one-thousand grams in my kitchen When Trina was telling Wayne, I love you boo She was just running games, she told Buck that too I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip Now nigga, let me show ya how I do this right here Now, the Ruger hold 16 I put 16 in the clip, I put it in, I cock that One in the head, I take the clip out I put another one in it the clip, I put it back That was Big with all that let the bullets breathe I need a fully loaded clip

Porn That’s the way, aha, aha, I like it That’s the way, aha, aha, I like it Look nigga, if you don’t love yourself, ain’t nobody gon love you Your shit ain’t right what bitch in her right mind gon’ fuck you That’s what they told me then so I was like “fuck a bitch” I’mma grind, Imma shine, in time Imma blow they mind Oh now she like me, oh oh oh now they like me All I want is a blow job, this bitch wanna be wifey No 3-course meal, all I want is fast food I wanna have fun, how about a quickie huh? I don’t wanna love you I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out I wanna fuck you Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house Only if you want to We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been If you want to We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend Bitches from Belize, keep all in the weed Remy crew got me sweating out a remi weave Fuck a model tonight, my bitch is from the She the project pimp tease Them hood bitches always bring back memories They all catch the vapors like “Yayo you remember me?” I certainly do, pull the curtain on a ’62 Hands was free, she on her menstrual I promise I don’t love em, I don’t cuff em I don’t pay a bitch’s rent to have the next nigga fuckin’ I’m a pimp with principles killin with visuals My diamonds like two bright stars, bitch I don’t wanna love you I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out I wanna fuck you Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house Only if you want to We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been If you want to We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend I don’t want a relationship, I just wanna have fun In every position, we can come up with til we’re done And my request is to be kickin shit in my ear Like to hear what youre thinking, after laughing and drinking We can have a ball, we can do it all Moonshine light up the sky at night time Any time could be the right time I’m sort of impulsive, I’m kinda explosive Me, Take a little at a time in doses Once you’re addicted, I just wanna kick it You could pick the spot, I’ll be there with the quickness Give it to you good, when I’m gone I’m sure you gon miss this I don’t wanna love you I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out I wanna fuck you Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house Only if you want to We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been If you want to We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend

Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit! We get the club jumping from beginning to the end Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win I feel attention when I walk in the club G-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a Henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, this for .4 Nickel enough I came to ball wit yall, buy up the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, and niggas call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might never come home again nigga, aight Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Riding in Cashville and running all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep living My momma just had a dream of seeing me in prison My daddys a dope fiend, and I dont really miss him Aint seen him in 10 years and a nigga still living The same old two step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get em Buck, you know Im gonna get em, raaaaa! I know you gon let me shine and get mine I know you gon let me in wit this nine I know you gon let me smoke on my weed I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D I know you gon let me shine and get mine I know you gon let me in wit this nine I know you gon let me smoke on my weed I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D I know Im sinning but Im winning at the same time Took a couple shots from a nigga tryin to take mine Im back on the block, wit a chopper and a Tech nine Niggas shooting cops in the hood running stop signs G-UNIT, The Gang! Bitches doing what the thugs do GDs, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too Move let me come through Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me Im riding in the old school listening to some oldies My gold keep shinin, them hoes keep crying The handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem perform at the Grammys The reason niggas like Eric Benet, probably cant stand me Cause I know money will make Halle Berry come out them panties, bitch! Yall niggas in trouble they should of never let me in-in I know you gon let me shine and get mine I know you gon let me in wit this nine I know you gon let me smoke on my weed I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D I know you gon let me shine and get mine I know you gon let me in wit this nine I know you gon let me smoke on my weed I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach em how to stunt, teach em how to counts stacks Now where ya hood at, Buck If you want to We fifty deep up in here what you gon do Who want beef, I aint come for no name calling Dont be mad cause we is and you aint balling Getting money is my motto for you broke folks You spend ya whole life paying on ya car notes Its alright if you still on the block boy See Imma cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, and my peeps thats behind bars As soon as they come home, Ill go and buy them all cars, Young Buck! I know you gon let me shine and get mine I know you gon let me in wit this nine I know you gon let me smoke on my weed I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D I know you gon let me shine and get mine I know you gon let me in wit this nine I know you gon let me smoke on my weed I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D We get the club jumping from beginning to the end Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win

Now we can play but you can’t stay You gotta go You gotta go Now we can play but you can’t stay You gotta go You gotta go I met her at the club Then I said wassup I took her to the crib You know I fucked Yeah toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it Thats why I toot and boot it Whoaa whoa, whoaa whoa, whoaa whoa, whoaa whoa First time I met her, I aint know she was a freak Now I give her a girlfriend when she want something to eat She likes her, I love us Them both my bitches, nigga don’t touch We got an open relationship So I fuck with whoever I wanna fuck with Champagne pop, the party it don’t stop After the after-party better ask somebody Then it’s back to the crib, this is the way I live She toot it then I boot it out I chew another chick She know how I get down 2Pac I get around Give me California love right at the back of my truck Girl let me toot that boot that stop acting stupid Acting like you dont know me like who that Walked in the club but Ill fly things Im in the back girl you know where to find me And I love how she think Im cute And she dont even wanna tell me what she wanna do Its me and my crew, her and her friends And they all trying to leave with us when the club ends And she toot it from the back and you know she made it clap And you know I run it back like Only for one night And she know Im on like a switch-on light Hey girl I can have you feeling right I can supply the pipe Just make sure its tight We can do it all day only for one night And after that you gotta go I toot it to the left, I toot it to the right Fuck with me we gonna do it all night I seen a bad bitch I swing my hat back And after I hit its on my back Cause I toot it and boot it, and it made her feel stupid Cause I toot it and boot it, and it made her feel stupid

I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now Im strapped bitch, we ballin I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now Im strapped bitch, we ballin So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz Them niggas you be fucking with, I wouldnt fuck with them Im on that brick shit, you still on that block shit I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, bitch Man, get your weight up, I said get your weight up Stay in your place fore you get your ass sprayed up Man, I aint ever scared, I got all kind of guns Im getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip, bitch Im cold as ice, check the temperature on my wrist, trick I blew three hundred grand, what kind of watch is that? I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, ho Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis, now Im hotter So its Tom Ford and Armani, YSL, Im fly as hell I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on I look good enough to eat, your bitches suck me and all fuck me I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now Im strapped bitch, we ballin I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now Im strapped bitch, we ballin You say you hard as a motherfucker, you goin H.A.M Were strapped in this motherfucker, now understand Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta shit Dump 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it hot up out this bitch My diamonds bigger, grimy niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger Line a nigga, its a stick up, money pick up, dust kick up Tires screeching when Im reaching, 50 preach in church, bitch This is pimping, fuck around and end up in the worst shit Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag Body bag, killer swag, blood all on my Gucci shit Now Im mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad Fucking fag, look at your ass, why you make me do this shit? Im built for this, so I was told Since mama gone Ive been on my own Im for real about it, man, fuck how you feel about it Nigga, we in the streets, thats why we holdin heat I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now Im strapped bitch, we ballin I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now Im strapped bitch, we ballin

Yall niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is dro, yall for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different weeds in the spot, choose one Some get addicted, some do it for fun Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones Frontin and Ill clap your ass and leave you for dead son Niggas who know me, know how I get down, Im fresh out the pound NYPD quick to flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck wit dogs you aint familiar wit, and get bit Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit Its all about the cash, keep it in a stash Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass Popo lookin for me, for some shit I did in the past If you dont like me at first, Im gonna grow on you like a rash This rap shit, I got it in smash, Im built to last Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh You dont have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast The power of the dollar Nigga dont you ever forget, I call the shots I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin drops Im livin off experience like Lox; Im hot Check what I got, shorty got knocked Comin up out the capsule spot On the uptown block, he couldnt run from the cops So my man got shot In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his moms crib on his block I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass Niggas told em slow down, he was movin too fast Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast The kid who had it done was a crude fella Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella We aint know them, but now we know better Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta He wont hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back Believe that, now niggas know that hes back I aint got a worry in the world, if its beef, dont sing it, bring it Parents warn their kids, about people like me Im out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter Before I die, Im gonna see more blow than Rich Porter 50 Cent, dont get it fucked up from Queens, not Fort Greene Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it I check and correct it, flow perfected I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it If you aint tryin to feel the flames from the blast Respect a nigga cash My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat Fuck the police, handle beef on the street On a scale of 1 to 10, Im a 9 with 2 MMs If your man want to get involved, Ill bring it to him Niggas been wantin me dead, Im still here kid They send their dogs to come get me They wet shit, but they aint hit me Word in the hood is 50, shifty Niggas they dont want to go against me Cause they know I hunt your ass alive

Everybody say Yeah, its 50 cent, and Lloyd Banks, and young Buck, and Joe G-Unit! Baby I wanna rock n roll with you, tear tha club up And still hit them blocks and shows with you Can you picture me and you not even friends, no crew? We gonna do whatever you wanna do Ill take ya mind off whatever you goin through Just sit back and relax to the sound of the sax Im hood but that dont mean I ride around with the rats I work and make you lose a couple pounds in the sack Look at what we got right here such a work of art Someone ill give my heart to any thing, its what ill do Just so that she would be mine, i give her all my time Every part of me, my mind, soul, and my body whats up? I wanna.. Ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride The type that just dont care If its you i want im gon come and get you And see whats really good with you Please believe ill take you there But first lets see if your intellectual matches up with your physical Baby, I wanna Ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride Come on and ride with a thug we can do what you like A baller baby you see the blue in my ice Drop the top and let your hair blow back Them JLO jeans girl that ass so fat Buck know just what to do with all that Chest to chest so ill hit it from the back I do it like a pro, wont nobody know Lets pop some more ride and listen to Joe I just want to let you know that ooh, youre so beautiful And that nothings impossible, the places that we can go I just want to let you know that ooh, youre so beautiful And that nothings impossible, the places that we can go Ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride Ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride Everybody say... I just want to let you know that ooh, youre so beautiful And that nothings impossible the places that we can go I just want to let you know that, that ooh, youre so beautiful And that nothings impossible the places that we can go Ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride Ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya I wanna ride

Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-UNIT! This rap shit plays a major part in my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight G-Unit! And I aint stoppin till my clique poppin Swimmin in barrels of money Ma can walk around with her head up, cuz her child aint a dummy Its funny, niggas would rather see you sufferin and hungry Im comfy as hell, skatin with another niggas money You lyin your ass off, you know you aint that tough Im pullin your mask off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, a piece of the game, or Artillery thats about as long as a chainsaw Im wide awake but it still feels like Im dreamin Forty cal. under my pillow, condom full of my semen The physical presence of a females the form of a demon Thats why I, fuck em and leave em Get my nut while Im breathin Cause they thought theyd catch me slippin, now Im duckin and trippin Thats a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin? You trippin, more records could get my ass in position Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through Mama bitchin in and out the kitchen With probable cause, Papa was in and out of prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you Chi Chi, get the yayo Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train, What! Chi Chi, get the yayo Picture me being crack You can sniff me, cut me, Ill turn you to a junkie Im the number one seller in the whole fuckin country Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane Im smuggled, Im nothin but trouble Ill make your money double Cook me in baking soda Ill turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover Ill pay all your bills and fill your frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater You can put me in your door panels or your stashbox Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards You tryin to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto Picture me polishin pistols, Im comin to get you The shells hit you, you screamin Think Im playin? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin Start to wave em and boy shell cases get to droppin If Jeffreys down the corner, I got too much pride to hide Im outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin Im stoppin Im dyin to pop it, Im young and Im restless, you know the contestants As the world turns, theres lessons to be learned Count all my blessins, clean up my weapons Im ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like 50 nice chain Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games Ballin out, cant stop gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga you see me! I wonder if you mad, cause Im doin good Or cause niggas feelin me more than you in your own hood And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back Cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust a gat You pussy Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga They know you fuckin frontin nigga Talkin all that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my hood nigga Read the Daily News nigga you see them talkin about me nigga Im in the middle of all kinds of shit Pussy, lets get it poppin G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!

Dont wanna talk to you Dont know you Dont know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasin You a bitch; I let it bang Nigga, you keep talkin ; I keep walkin Fuck around til the heat talkin Then its your coffin I dont fuck with you; you dont fuck with me Nigga, talkin just aint my cup of tea Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch I dont fuck with you, and you know it, show it 4-deep whip, stolen, rollin Fo-five, I tote it, blow it Leave your head split open, swollen Now its all in your noggin, poppin Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin Drop it, man they plottin on my drug house Man, I hope they dont run in before I run out Im runnin out, I dont know who to trust now No dap, hugs, or whats ups now I dont fuck around with the fuck arounds You see me here, get the fuck from round me I dont talk, texts I dont off bets I dont fuck with niggas aint from the set Im from the projects Surprised you aint got robbed yet I really dont do no conversatin, no call waitin I know yall hatin; Im cool with it On probation with no patience I hop out and act a fool with it Fuck who did it If you with it, then you get it Two to your fitted I dont fuck with none of yall anyway Your funeral could be any day Ever since I said send the Yay You fuck niggas been in the way Im just doin what 50 say Puttin a hundred rounds in the K Buck I dont fuck with you; you dont fuck with me Nigga, talkin just aint my cup of tea Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch My four-five, I grip it, grip it Work chef, and Ill whip it, whip it Four days, and Ill flip it, flip it Fuck off a meal ticket, ticket Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it Up after we throw it, throw it Big money, we blow it That gangsta shit, we did it, get it Still do; we aint new to it Boy, I aint never gon tell on me You bitch nigga, bet you do You talk a lot Niggas around here dont say much Niggas around here dont play much Soon as shit pop, they blame us Cause the money aint never gon change us A lot of gun talk in the streets But real recognize real beef And real soldiers get the mission accomplished Never slippin, steady grippin, killin for nonsense Sideline hatin, backbitin haters Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras Green light, what? Green light, woo My money cause a fuckin Holocaust I green-light you I dont fuck with you; you dont fuck with me Nigga, talkin just aint my cup of tea Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch I dont fuck with you; you dont fuck with me Nigga, talkin just aint my cup of tea Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch

Money make a pimp, pimp hoes Hustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what? Money make the world go round as the world turns Money make the world go round as the world turns Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin aint a game Nigga go against the grain gon get tore out the frame TVs in the Range, Im into nice thangs I slang weed, cocaine and heroin 50 Cent, thats my name, nigga I bring the pain You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit gon change Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range Run away with ya rollie, your rings and your motherfuckin chain Aint nothing funny mang, Im about my money mang Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playin Better understan what Im sayin what Im sayin, I aint playin Ill be in front of your crib, layin, with the Mac to start sprayin Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lame Crackersll put ya in chains, boxll drive you insane Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain That ho loose as hell, you betta crack the whip, mang A pimp aint a pimp with no mothafuckin hoes A hustler aint a hustler with no mothafuckin dough A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke I live life in the fast lane Man I aint got nuttin to lose, everything to gain Either you with me or against me man aint nuttin change Nigga, you.. go against the grain, Ill make you.. walk with a cane Now nigga now who you gon blame when shit aint the same Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang O thirty-one blood, yall niggas do your thang You got two felonies, fuck it, go out with a bang Yall niggas wanna hang with niggas that filthy rich They aint even got to talk to take your bitch One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o She seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmes Ayo the bitch used to bring you dough, used to be your bottom ho Now your paper comin slow, she feel like she had to go Roll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers Politic with the willies the real shot callers I got one life to live, follow that light that keeps on guidin me Haters tryin me, hoes is a-bidein me, media ride me King of the Underground so the streets is steady hiding me Representin sure tasters, the yay keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide-in me, status reports the badest You caught walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort, I gots to break a bastards back Tore em up, get lem ready to port, put em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin If I have to mack ya wife then I will, its me and 50 Cent My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us Thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill, thats on the Trill Im on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you Without you even knowing got you strippin and even hoeing You dont wanna let the pro in the door, this what we showin Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines? Is your bitch your bitch all the time? You done got your paper, now its time I get mines Except the serve and everythingll be fine, bitch Runnin from pimpin, bitch you need to run to some pimpin Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on ho You still aint figured out what a ho supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here, huh bitch? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that ho? Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

Yeah, lets take em back 91, I stepped in this game After Whats the 411? things aint been the same And I cant complain But with all this fame comes a whole lot of pain, but Im so glad to be here and my musics still sincere Lets get back to the story of all this pain and glory And 94 was my life and my life wasnt right So I reached out to you and told you what Ive been through Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me Then I came with Share My World But at that point I was just a foolish girl trying to find my way Then I dropped the Mary album And people were saying that its just not gonna work And my feelings, they did hurt But my fans showed me so much love And I owe it all to them Then I came with No More Drama, I remember that week Yeah, it was when Aaliyah died, I couldnt hardly sleep Thought about it every day and it made me change my way Im a real woman now because of all of these days Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me You remind me of a real love Real love All night long Im goin down Reminisce on the love we have You are everything, love without a limit What you gonna do without my life, my life, my life, my life? Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me Hate it or love it Im gon shine Go head, envy me , Im the soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me Right now I wanna thank Each and every person out there thats ever done anything for Mary J. Blige I wanna thank TV, radio, talk shows, friends, family But most of all I wanna thank my fans For hanging in there with me during the bad times And now youre here To see me at a point in my life where I can actually call myself a queen And for those of you that dont like it This is what you can do You can do this You can hate it or love it Hate it or love it Hate it or love it Hate it or love it Hate it or love it Hate it or love it Hate it or love it

G-G-G-G-G Unit I’m that nigga, I’m the plug I’m that nigga, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud I’m that nigga so I pack heat In case you niggas try to catch me on the back streets I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures I aint standing on the block, ho Hit my phone and it’s on, bitch, it’s motherfuckin’ hot, yo Nigga snitching on me? Got a whole clique, got em screamin’ S-B-O-E God damn it, I don’t see How a nigga fixed his mouth to say he done made me I got beef with a ton of niggas Not now one of them niggas ever try to run up on me But they said they used to hold me down And they know how I get down Bitch, I keep that gun around me Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? My lady banging, but aint as cool as her cousin We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming She think she on to something There aint no love, never mattered though Your ordinary rapper know Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho Aint a nigga that can see me 13 years killing shit, a villain on your TV Little niggas wanna be me Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti Time to ball on em, ready, set, hike Do I love a bitch? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike Catch a nigga at the light, he gon bitch up like a dyke He okay then til he bit, ball worser than his wife Get your head buzzed right To the white meat on the white sheet Mazent, we don’t play that shit on my street Couldn’t walk up in the shoes that’s on my feet Ain’t another real nigga like me Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece With about ten off that Jimmy Henchman beef New Corvette, switch gears fast, nigga Leave you wet like splish splash, nigga Run up, it’s a hundred yard dash, nigga Just ‘cause I rap don’t mean I won’t blast, nigga Studio full of plaques, known as the greats Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates I got a shawty named Mary Jane She got a girl named Pure Cocaine And now you know the deal We turned up in the trap house late night See this the reason why a rapper still deal white And this the Unit crew, thought I should’ve told you If you a rapper in the game we should mold you And, man, shout out my nigga Boosie, he just roll through Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love?

Aight, check this shit out Yall niggas gon stay in the car Imma go and handle this shit Gimme ten minutes, If I dont come out, yall come in The money stays in the car til I say so... word up Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what yall niggas is workin wit for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like Im fam I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go Got a spot and I cant afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit ya Man? Standin against the wall with a gun in his hand I aint on no funny shit Im on some get this money shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DEA I sold dope in VA My coupe stay in Queens but the plates read VA Ill show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on consignment I know, dont remind me If I catch another case Imma kill Guiliani It aint even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin round the projects on Mountain Bikes NY aint the same, its OT playa You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man NY aint the same, its OT playa You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and Im not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down Im bout my money man, Im bout my money man

My new chick, my new chick said her ex never rode for her My new chick said her ex never wrote for her, I told her shawty Ima ride My new chick said her ex took money from her, I said bitch Ima ride She got rid of a loser, you know to fuck with a winner Man I roll up in the Rolls, to pick that ass up for dinner I got the deluxe apartment, I mean we up in the sky Put my bitch on the runway, she G5 fly I got that paper to play with, now why the fuck would she stay with A nigga bringing the down down, he was bringing it down I put her up on game, now she wont fuck with a lame Even if a nigga wave I tell, I got her like New crib, new life on the map Girl you wanna see a hater look back I dont ever wanna see you with your next man Im better than your ex man, baby Its cold man, feeling cold outside I keep you warm, when its cold outside Baby Im gonna ride Girl you know Im gonna ride Baby Im gonna ride Girl you know Im gonna ride My new chick My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch My new chick My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride My new chick said her ex did nothing to her, I said shawty Ima do it My new chick said her ex found a next bitch, I said I aint gonna lose it Fly high, G5 to the sky now Girl you wanna see a hater look down I dont ever wanna see you with the ex man Im better than your ex man baby Its cold man, feeling cold outside I keep you warm, when its cold outside Baby Im gonna ride Girl you know Im gonna ride Baby Im gonna ride Girl you know Im gonna ride My new chick My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch My new chick My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride My new chick said her ex never wrote for her Never cop bags, pop tags at the store for her My new chick said her ex was a lame Sex was the same, only shreds and complaints Need a playa in the game, got a thang for a d boy Tats in my frame, gold chain know its flee boy Swagger, bout mane balenciaga He dont even know how a real nigga got her On to the next, too strong for your ex Tennis your bracelet, present your rolex Popping corks to the best, make it toast to the final things Steer at you in the Ghost through my designer frame Baby Im gonna ride Girl you know Im gonna ride Baby Im gonna ride Girl you know Im gonna ride My new chick My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch My new chick My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride

50, uh ScHoolboy Q Haha Smiling...? Nigga you gon make me Flip On You! You gon make me flip this knife out do some shit to you! Nigga you gon make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon make me-you gon make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon make me Flip On You! You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you! Nigga you gon make me Flip On You! Nigga you aint gon be moving when this clip is through! Nigga, Im the one that bought all them bitches out Got a G-A-T this MVP dont run his mouth, nigga You gon make me fill this clip for you You gon make me unload then reload em number 2 Nigga, Ive been known to get them Oxys off I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off Nigga, Im from the Mecca of the Groove The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues Live my life behind the rules Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face Bounce spring over the gate, didnt get caught I guess my escape, nigga was fate I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe Now its, back to adding, points to the crime rate Get slumped in your drive way You gon make me hurt your boy You gon make me put that work in boy You gon make me get to murkin boy Focus on money, Im in and out ass fast She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife Apparently, your bitch ass aint acting right Niggas killed your man, you aint gon get him back? What? You is tired out? Why you aint get around to that? You wander, I travel, I have a destination Ill be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason My style? Itll never die, boy Im immortal You shoot me down, Ill get back up and keep coming for you Man on fire, hitman for hire Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon retire Now they bitch giving me head, Im the man, a man admires Whats up?

Nigga dont act like a BITCH! Thats why I never love a BITCH! 50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH! She sucked me off, dont kiss that BITCH! Ohh, why? Ohh, whyd you marry that BITCH? He said he love her mayne, he really think he love her, mayne She a superfreak, freakier than he understand Shes not the type of girl that you take home to your mother Shes the type you take to the track to come up on sucker Watch her deep throat! - See her D.P In and out both holes like its easy Its not a big deal, she doin what she do She doin it with everybody, not just you Hello! - Im tryna put you up on game You get emotional, then you could get the fuck on, mayne You buy her everything, you let her treat ya like a trick Your sugar daddy mentality it make a nigga sick She ask for it you just run and get it for her No matter how much you give her, she wants more I hate to tell you, but you in love with a whore And chances are if niggas try they gonna score. - Man fuck that bitch! - Thats why Ill never love a BITCH! 50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH! She sucked me off, dont kiss that BITCH! Ohh, why? Ohh, whyd you marry that BITCH? I get everything I wanna get I have some fun with it. - And make her momma trip Cause if Im in her life - its a problem! A real players at your girl, you better stop him! Turn your back on the bitch she aint actin right He hit it way before you now hes back in her life. Whatchu gon do when you lose her? She got a nigga on the side just to use her! If its me, Im parkin at the front door And you be knockin on her bedroom window ! You see the shadows! - You hear the sounds But you dont do nothin you just turn back around Like a BITCH! - Feelings hurt, ready to cry! You caint believe, everything she said was a lie She got a lot of bitch in her but not more than you I never underestimate - what yall boysll do! - You love her. - I fuck her! She my jump-off she yo baby mama You kiss her. - I twist her And send her ass back to you before you miss her! Im a playa, baby! I dont play no games I remain the same, I aint never gon change my ways for no BITCH! Thats why Ill never love a BITCH! 50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH! She sucked me off, dont kiss that BITCH! Ohh, why? Ohh, whyd you marry that BITCH? 40! Never-slippin-and-slippin-and-skippin-and-drippin and missin! These cats that I be hangin around dont listen! I-be-hippin-and-sippin-and-smokin-and-drinkin and spittin, And these musty mouth broads they be trippin! I mean the bitch thought she was bad. - I knew what that batch was thinkin When she thought what she was thinkin. - But she shouldnta thought that! I told her the money costs too much and I aint got a dime You got to pay me! - Or pay me no never mind! I-I dont sit on the toilet when I go piss You-you got feminine tendencies like a bitch! Me-me Im solid and concrete I keep it funky We-we we pull up in somethin, actin a donkey. She-she she liftin her dress up showin her monkey, See-see he trippin, he trickin, throwin her money! B-B-I-T-C-H, all in her face E-E-40 so laced, stay on the case! - AHHHH!

Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker I had a five hundred bags, 14 grams of powder On the phone with my connect, this shit last about an hour I need work, I repeat, I need work My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked When no money coming in is when the guns come out Why the ds wanna sit in front of my momma house You know its sort of like some shit you seen in a flick Black nine extended clip as long as my dick They say Im grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga Dont take it personal, its just how I grind nigga Figure, this is a dog-eat-dog world, man Ebony enemy today Im tryin to duck, I got that hover I heard itll make you kill a motherfucker I mean you gotta feel it man She bob and weave up and down youd be like “I could just kill a man” I dont fuck with them niggas from her projects Theyre on section eight but niggas cars are straight They aint out in the day time them niggas roaches I dont stop down there if I aint got the toaster Im in the six four five hard top, not the drop Leanin, I see them niggas schemin, dream on Touch me, shit I wish a nigga would Ill have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker They said I fell off, my Benz was on the repo truck Around the same time niggas spot start gettin stuck I say ‘I aint know none about nothing Im on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes That crack money handsome, your bitch blowin me kisses You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn Im starting think you cant trust nobody I hold my own strap, they aint gotta hold that for me And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac on me Man since her cousin in a car crash died She said ‘dont drink and drive, I say ‘just drink, dont drive I had a morphine dream, I got heroine ambitions Thats big money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen When I say Im straight, I mean Im straight Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker Youse a purse snatchin ass nigga man Youse a petty nigga I can look at you, I can tell youse a petty nigga Youse a car thief Youse a idibitty nigga, Im a big city nigga New York City Nigga

Im minding my business officer; Im minding my business Please just leave me alone I told you the last time please leave me alone (We want the officer who did the choke As well as the officers that stood around) Now why the fuck did you call them cops? With your hands up you still getting shot Here they come now, they out on patrol They killed a few, they feeling to kill some more Walked in here on that bullshit I been turnt up all day bustin shots Ever since Mike Brown went down My whole city like, fuck a cop Run the red light, fuck a stop Bust his head when you pump the Glock Got my bread up, I run the block I dont play around with you bombaclot Bring it you to you if you really want this My heart cold, Ill send you something hot Blowing kush, but Im staying focused Cause niggas move when they think you not That shit got my brother shot Standing right in front of his mothers spot But that got about ten of them popped And last night another one of them dropped We dont do no peace treaties No backing down, no calling quits Kidd Kidd tell these niggas how quick Buck can get on my New Orleans shit Like whodie, say bro, you must not know me You want war? Okayyy Man, who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1? Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1? See the lights flashing, now here they come Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1? Lets stomp them out with both feet They gon patch him up like a slow leak Rest in Peace to Ezell, middle finger to the police Fuck yall with no grease, no justice, no peace They did Mike wrong like Cochise aint nobody getting no sleep Now they saying we ignant, Buck is you rolling with me? My hoodie on like Trayvon, Imma give Zimmerman the business Where I go my niggas follow, hollow points thrown like a spiral Its go time, show time, get clapped like the Apollo Im trapped out like fuck yall, Ill abide by this gun law Unless you gon do me like Eric Garner If you catch me smoking on my cigar Put my hands up and you pull your pistol Just because Im a hood nigga This full clip gon full flip you Once again, police beating up on people All he did was break up a fight and this is what happens for breaking up a fight This is a disgrace, theres a test in this city and we intend to keep the pressure on

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I done told you, boy, Im a soldier, boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy Hit you point blank range and fire I aint trying to hear shit, Im supposed to be rich Motherfuckers getting with my bread Then Im gon load my shit then cock my shit Nigga trip, Ill go for your head Ill have your nigga in an ambulance telling you hold on The choir in your funeral singing you so long The top shotta, that rock product, the block gotta Then pop hollows then pop bottles, the whole spot up The more paper the more strength, we gon get it The fo fifth come with the amp, we aint missin Im back on my bullshit, a verse is a full clip Catch you with your bitch, throw a song in your new whip Nigga, its G-Unit, fuck your clique Like syphilis, bitch, you stuck with this Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine Even if 50 drop me I still wouldnt sign You done lost your mind, bumped your head Try to stop my shine, but I got bread And I aint got time to hear what they said When I catch them cowards Imma bust their head I done told you, boy, Im a soldier, boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy Hit you point blank range and fire I aint trying to hear shit, Im supposed to be rich Motherfuckers getting with my bread Then Im gon load my shit then cock my shit Nigga trip, Ill go for your head Im coming out of Southside, you know Im raw Big-ass check, they show our score I pull the dough out, and roll out, the cream Azure The fo-fo out, I know bout the keys of war Im hot, five hundred degress or more My door block an M16 or more Im in the store copping shit you aint seen before Black card swipe, green galore Yeah, I said these niggas stop talking then start worrying The Feds keep coming, the money we burying Im in a mean loft, Im in the cream Porsche I let that thing off, I turn to Teen Wolf I drive a spaceship, nigga, 2008 shit Hermès kicks on, I stay in some ape shit Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip I done told you, boy, Im a soldier, boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy Hit you point blank range and fire I aint trying to hear shit, Im supposed to be rich Motherfuckers getting with my bread Then Im gon load my shit then cock my shit Nigga trip, Ill go for your head

Some broke niggas flexin on the gram I crack the grain, Im just bein petty My ex postin pictures of her new man So I smashed her friend, Im just bein petty Too fascinated with doin the bid, yall just bein petty Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks, Im just bein petty So many hoes in the crowd Gave us some coke and a smile This weed we smokin so loud So high, I hope we come down , yeah I just ran em bands up, aint nothin they could tell me I was bein patient, yall was bein petty Now we bout to pop, sparklers and confetti Everythin else straight, we turnt In the snapback and Supreme shirt Celebrate the money that the team earned Stand too close, get your weave burned But you sparkle like a January first Ive been there, nigga, do your research Couple cornrows, go grill to the label Ima need a whole meal cause these rappers just dessert Started from the bottom like Im puttin pants on Now we spillin champagne on the Samsung I dont make trap music or dance songs Its a bunch of other side hitters, leave your fans on Cause everyday I see Some broke niggas flexin on the gram I crack the grain, Im just bein petty My ex postin pictures of her new man So I smashed her friend, Im just bein petty Too fascinated with doin the bid, yall just bein petty Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks, Im just bein petty So many hoes in the crowd Gave us some coke and a smile This weed we smokin so loud So high, I hope we come down , yeah I just ran em bands up, aint nothin they could tell me I was bein patient, yall was bein petty Now we bout to pop, sparklers and confetti Im a rich nigga, still gettin niggas robbed, Im just bein petty Niggas act like they want the smoke with me, but they aint ready When they say they gon pull up, we be standin round, waitin with the 30s I done did so much dirt, now I aint even gotta get my hands dirty That bitch be all in your house I jump in, all in her mouth Is that what this shit all about? This petty shit gotta stop Dont make me get a chill, hit a chill And slap the shit at ya, her pussy so good she got you tripping through the hood But she aint into ya, so she pretending he fuck with you hard so you could blow the back. What kind of bitch wouldnt? Some broke niggas flexin on the gram I crack the grain, Im just bein petty My ex postin pictures of her new man So I smashed her friend, Im just bein petty Too fascinated with doin the bid, yall just bein petty Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks, Im just bein petty So many hoes in the crowd Gave us some coke and a smile This weed we smokin so loud So high, I hope we come down , yeah I just ran em bands up, aint nothin they could tell me I was bein patient, yall was bein petty Now we bout to pop, sparklers and confetti Roll up a joint and wont pass it to no one, Im just bein petty Fuckin in the night and in the mornin time, I pay for the telly, uh Stingy like an only child, Ima hold it down, spend a couple thou for a pack of loud Nigga, I will front and you are backin down, down, down, done, done This is a party to me, look at my roof, my diamonds so taller than me I sold a base, like I was part of the beat, fuck you in all of the sheets, yeah I want the work with them plastic bags, I stuff them, they ready I treat it like billin my folks in the sand and still got a celly, hello Some broke niggas flexin on the gram I crack the grain, Im just bein petty My ex postin pictures of her new man So I smashed her friend, Im just bein petty Too fascinated with doin the bid, yall just bein petty Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks, Im just bein petty So many hoes in the crowd Gave us some coke and a smile This weed we smokin so loud So high, I hope we come down , yeah I just ran em bands up, aint nothin they could tell me I was bein patient, yall was bein petty Now we bout to pop, sparklers and confetti

Until God calls for me Ima keep ballin, keep on ballin To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me I know yall see me when Im ballin You know I got to keep ballin Till the FEDs come we ballin out Yall niggas yall know what this about when Im ballin That stash house, we in and out We ballin, ballin, ballin, we shot callin Versace down from my head to my neck Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some respect All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit R.I.P. to Pimp C, Im the same, old pimp Fly over seven different time zones I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone Got emergency blunts when I come home Cause that rapper weedll have your lungs gone Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms Mo money, mo problems, fo fo will solve em Just every day Im with a stank sip, 30 in the clip Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart Rap niggas die over music Just got this brand new chopper and Im dying to use it Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, this time I couldnt do it A platinum nigga in the penitentiary going, do it Put Prada on the prison yard, started getting to it Two zeros, six, six, nine, o seven five Thats the number that they gave me when I arrived Its just another form of slavery thats in disguise To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I know why Until God calls for me Ima keep ballin, keep on ballin To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me I know yall see me when Im ballin You know I got to keep ballin Till the FEDs come we ballin out Yall niggas yall know what this about when Im ballin That stash house, we in and out We ballin, ballin, ballin, we shot callin Im yelling money over bitches, money over everything Money got me everything, every watch, every chain Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer names I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim Paid all my mamas bills so how can she complain? Call my bitches dimes, I treat em like loose change Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin with my ankle sprained No love, got it out the mud, my shirt aint got a stain Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin Rida Gang Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came Ballin on these hoes all the time You got your kids, dont need mine Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind I am top five alive, Ive been picked out by God Im never not on my job, too hard to argue that Shining my records like, wheres my target at? Came through your stereo, feel me charging back Im owing you 15 bombs for that Stains in the garden, hear when they all go black Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap Before we start react, mob attack Stacks or dont call me, rain down til nobody standing Wont show no snipe for your army, uh Until God calls for me Ima keep ballin, keep on ballin To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me I know yall see me when Im ballin You know I got to keep ballin Till the FEDs come we ballin out Yall niggas yall know what this about when Im ballin That stash house, we in and out We ballin, ballin, ballin, we shot callin

I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44 Get the message, come out and get the message It wont even be a war, no beef no more Get the message, come out and get my message I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince killed Drake Im a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way I spend seven-and-a-half hours bagging up grams Gotta watch these niggas with the sticky-ass hands See my face through a hundred grams chopped on the mirror Tell me I cant eat, I aint trying to hear it JoJo wanted the bitches, I was trying to get my weight up Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up Im grimy, yeah, my friends killed my friends Like Blackey, he did that shit to him Get at me, Im back strapped up again I tried, I cant change, Ill always be the same I tell my little niggas fuck Preme And any motherfucker down with em can suck me - Im still mad I got the cream to make a murder scene If yall niggas aint shooting yall cant fuck with me, come fuck with me I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44 Get the message, come out and get the message It wont even be a war, no beef no more Get the message, come out and get my message The Ds kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick I came on the nuts, son, niggas aint give me shit I tried being cool, that cool shit dont work for me I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectly You cant park round here while Im down here I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head But that aint who he aim for, get who you came for Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights I dont clown, I get down, Im a different breed Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone Line em up nice, come through with the Mac blowin Beef aint nothin new to me, its all a repeat I leave a shooter by your door to make your ass leak Now come out come out, find out what Im about That Ruger, that luger, I air your ass out I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44 Get the message, come out and get the message It wont even be a war, no beef no more Get the message, come out and get my message

50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, the dream team We gotta get the get well cards, niggas is sick Feel this, nonstop Motion picture shit, haha Now dont think I wont hit you cause Im popular I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha Catch ya slippin Imma give you what I got for ya My clip loaded wit 16 shots for ya Never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you? Homie you aint been through what I been through You not like me and Im not like you Im like a animal wit it when I spit it its crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryina play me One shot is not enough you need least an Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin woozy I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies Im gangsta to the core nigga you cant move me I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spray shells through your convertible Lotus, you notice? Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is war You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that Yeah I know you like that Green Lantern Shady Records Anger Management Tour, homie Yeah

What yall know about this thug shit, huh? Ha-ha, TM, baby, come on Trackmasters Ha ha Look we can shop together, mama, his and hers Fifth Ave. shit, baby, Fendi furs I aint tight with the chips, girl, Im down to splurge If its ice you like Ill light up your life VS2 Clarity, aight? I play the block, I aint the type to punch a clock Im the type to put the pedal to the floor in the drop I live life in the fast lane, I mix dro wit hash Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass Its like she loves me, she loves me not Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit a lot I gave her jewels that I caught of a jux Chanel bags I bought from boosters To the hood I introduced her She feisty, every now and then she wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she aint gon write me The sick part is all that bullshit excites me A thugs what I want, a thugs what I need Even though my friends dont seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And Im never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby Ayo, I treat you like you need to be treated like youre special Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you When I met you it was Guess and Gap, now its Gucci and Prada Took you from being a nine to being a dime You complain that we dont spend time When Im OT on the grind going hard for mine Yo, when shorty say she hate me you know she mean she love me When she play me close at the bar that mean she want some Bubbly See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly She wanna flip, threaten to run keys across my whip Try to burn a nigga with some hominy grits Thats how she on it, when I met her she was lowkey Now she wanna OD You know me, I let her do her thing, son I say what Im feeling, niggas say that Im illing I sip Cristy so Im pissy like a staircase in your building What? A thugs what I want, a thugs what I need Even though my friends dont seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And Im never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby A thugs what I want, a thugs what I need Even though my friends dont seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And Im never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need And my friends dont understand how my baby laces me A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need And my friends dont understand and I think its jealousy A thugs what I want, a thugs what I need Even though my friends dont seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And Im never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby

Back to bein free again Back to bein me again Hello Its Coca the Don, nigga With all my precious freedom Woooo My precious, precious freedom Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down Hey yo, Slay Yo I told you I got you, my nigga Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down Once again, New York City I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell StreetRunner on this one, uh From where we at to my mans cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell What up, Macho? From where we at to my mans cell Straight out a cell, twelve in hell fell on my lap A nigga was born to rap bout drug tales and all the rats This is for Chef Jr., now thats Italiana Chicken Parmesan and bocce with my paesanas I told my Ill die with my honor Six bad bitches, some marijuana, where find us If you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these bitches sent me Hopped in the Ghost, my wiz jumped in the sister Bentley When Suge had the Row, Jay start the Roc I was in the car, ends and all, fuck the cops With the killer cross, had Iverson on the block Graced the cover of The Source, tell me that aint hot Went in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the max Fuck them C.O.s, and C-hoes for hatin on crack Four months on the toilet, shit, I can do that Came with thirty, left with three, now how the fuck he do that? Most these niggas in the Fed shoulda been in the State Austin, Texas to Brazil, now we raisin the stakes I seen Gordouli, know that nigga big like Chapo Shout out to you know who, let me fuck in the chapel , first thing in the mornin Tried to send me to the shoe for the fresh pair of Jordans I had a thing for the secretary, wassup Ms. Jordan? All that ass in them pants had you feelin important Left with Js on my feet Straight out the cage, sun raised on the beach And I aint got to lie, my son raised on the beach Crib with the elevator, Gabe on the piece Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my mans cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my mans cell Gun tote, move dope, niggas know my repertoire Bulletproof smart car, level six AR Cocktail, Molotov, burn heat, turn heat Revolve, cock, bang, revolve, its off Cocaine, Medellín, codeine better lean The fuck out my way, drive the bricks down the highway Its an anthem when I rant, fuck you think I am, Kanye? I had them wearin vestses, now these niggas wear dresses I take you back to the essence, free of charge A nigga so large, these niggas is stressin, I bless em The pounds the purple with profits precise With precision, well move you up to build you, get that right Money motivation, this bread in the basket Go ahead, say somethin bout it while you gettin your ass kicked Niggas back on the New York bullshit My little man post up in the bank with a full clip, he let it off Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my mans cell I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my mans cell DJ Kay Slay the drama king Fat Joe 50 Cent New York City Had to happen, its about politics It could make a wrong situation right Or a right situation wrong Depending upon the players involved Politics Wack 100, what up? Free again Free again Back to bein free again Back to bein me again With all my precious freedom My precious, precious freedom

Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece Comin equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze Im all over that nigga, come identify the body My middle finger to you ho niggas Run up on me and Ill be forced to let it go nigga I aint the one you wanna try, why? Stayin high I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine Cause in the dope game, niggasll die fore they go broke mayne Another hustler makin major cash til the punk police come an raid ya ass Now you stressed doin fed time And its a bitch cause the judge gave you 8 years You doin 6 and we know that you cant hang You a trick rolled over turned snitch like a bitch You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if youre into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if youre into gettin rubbed They got a nigga in the dice game Im feelin lucky but the nigga just a little bigger He tryin fuck me out my cash, Ima blast nigga He dont know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga Gotta go dont need to roll for the truck, I get em up Left to right, my uppercutll hit em up Im known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my Glock The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga Ima show you not to ever play a true nigga Lay it down just to prove it And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if youre into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if youre into gettin rubbed Yall know me since 93, now let that weed burn Back in this bitch, class dismissed, its the return Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will yall killas learn Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates, we used to sell base I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints off the shell case Dont want no jail case, freedom miles standing at hells gate Its hot, and the devils my cell mate The games addictive, I cant stop, its like Im chasing that first high Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie The beef we serving is stir fried, swerving all through your urban Hurting, every gate and corner, you working, Im The bottom line, the school of hard knocks turn into Columbine And my set is throwing up dollar signs Some get gwop, some get pop, me? I got a ziplock of bubble gum, just for selling Chris Rock What part of the game is this? I came to break bread, evidently yall killas came to bitch, nigga So, who you with, nigga, dont even trip, nigga Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if youre into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if youre into gettin rubbed Go, go, go, go, go Charlotte its your birthday We gon party like its your birthday We gon sip Bacardi like its Its the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling Top billin, make a million Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati Now they got me on Hard Copy didnt have to shoot Versace Yet you still wanna watch me Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday Hopin that we can reunite N.W.A All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, more murders Shit can just turn into the circus Standin over the carcass You look like the kind of nigga thatd press charges We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes We longitude, you latitude, have some gratitude To the niggas that started this shit Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if youre into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if youre into gettin rubbed

New York City! You are now ridin With 50 Cent! You gotta love it! I just wanna chill and twist the la Catch stunts in my 745 You drive me crazy, shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile, I dont want to see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask, and I Hope you can come up with the answers, babe Cuz I just wanna chill and take a ride Shotgun in your 7-45 Oh baby you know I got your back, and I need to feel you next to me We got a baby and you know that I Would have another, man I want your child Sometimes I really wanna cry, cause the love is so good Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down, and out? Would you still have love for me? Boy, if you really love me now Can we walk down the aisle? Cause you know Im gonna hold you down Cause when you was down and out I was still around You gettin money now, but I still got love for you If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didnt smell so good, would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there and support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz Would you poof! and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive Im askin questions to find out how you feel inside If I aint rap cause I flipped burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends youre feelin me? In the bed if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we can have a lil drink, you know, a nightcap And we could do what you like, I know you like that If you fell off tomorrow, you could stay at my crib If you didnt smell so good, I would still have your kid If you got locked up, Id put money on your books Id marry you through conjugal visits, and itd be off the hook You could still keep the hoopty, if you couldnt cop a Benz Boy Id never dip out, like some of your friends If the boys try to get you, Id be by your side Like Cleo from Set it Off, and you know Ill ride If you gotta peel a cap baby, do it papi And if a chick wanna a piece of me, I know you got me You have to work at Mickey Ds or Burger King, Id be there for you cause I kknow we gotta eat I aint got too many friends, you know that babe If you use your tongue, baby Ill behave You know I dont drink, cause I wanna have ur baby Cause Im your girl, and them other chicks is maybe Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down, and out? Would you still have love for me? Now would you leave me if your father, found out I was thuggin? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one Im lovin? Are you mad cause Im askin you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate, are you the one for me? Cause if so girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? Im starin at ya trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see And when you asked me about it I said it wasnt me Would you believe me or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if thats all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes To make it up, Ill do whatever it takes I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down, and out? Would you still have love for me? Boy, if you really love me now Can we walk down the aisle? Cause you know Im gonna hold you down Cause when you was down and out I was still around You gettin money now, but I still got love for you Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? Ill ask 21 questions, and they all about us If you only knew how I feel Boy you would know that my love is for real 21 answers to the questions you got Ill always love you if you got money or not

I, know, you, know Im, on, fiiiii-re If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now Im rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggasll do anything to reach a buck Cause when you broke you cant afford to fuck ya sneakers up I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds Learn how to separate the real from the fake ones Hand on my heater Nina replica to carry on My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone From now on I can provide cause my papers straight Family losin its legs, but I can take the weight Some niggas hate but Ill be damned if they hold me down Front niggas didnt know me then, bet they know me now Blunt and a smile, eventually itll be a frown Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down While Im in the world, tryin to bring my loot through Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy Uhh, they never seen 26s on a Hummer My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer Some niggas hate me, but they only made me Go and put mo ice in my mouth than Baby G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dres beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This aint no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler Plus I probably done robbed mo artists than Russell Always in trouble, you can blame my mother Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle I aint crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb Keep my hand on my Glock, and my ear to the streets Im a country boi, you can hear it when I speak G-Unit! If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy Bentley Azure dreams, G5 agendas The hood had made a nigga heart colder than December Dont take much to make my gun go off One shotll make a hardrock look oh so soft If you dont know you better ask who I be Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV Down in the Lou, they say they feelin me derrty In New Orleans they say Im that nigga, ya heard me? From them Southside blocks to Watts, West side dont front You know about them Grape Street gangstas, Gd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up Fuck that, were on that same bullshit Same forty-cally Glock, same full clip Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wan talk with me Im a real rudebwoy, ya nah wan ramp with me, seen! If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy

Trackmasters, 99 shit Huh uh, huh uh, yea Slow dough, is better than no dough Get caught talking to popo Then get hit with a fofo My niggas they loco Go against me thats a no-no Yall niggas is so-so Thats why you aint got no dough Put me through any test I bet ya Ill pass cause Im a cheater Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohibas My team been puffing cheeba and packing heaters Since the days of shell toe Adidas And aint shit come between us Look Im winning now and Imma keep on winning I see with you aint nothing changed same gators same linen Fuck the don shit, nigga Im an armed convict I live wild Beat cases before a trial grand jury style Im foul You wondering why I dont smile Im schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh If you dont know you better go and ask someone 50 Cent is my symbol and my name Symbolizing the change that Im bringing to this game Thingsll never be the same Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot Like I wont grab the Glock and run up in your spot Six double O drop Ill put two in your knot And stick around and get every motherfucking thing youve got Here I stand on the alley on Guy Brew same spot where Ra got shot The blocks hot warrant squad flashing my mug shot Everybody know Im loco, move on po po, blast the fo fo Roll dolo rock solo, I should be OT on the low yo Park the 6 and push the Volvo I hear they go cuckoo when they puff Co Co I sell Yayo the price up and down like yo-yo But keep that on the low though, nobodys supposed to know, yo I make 16 hundred off of every O yo Fucking with the cash flow thatll get you blast yo Ha Ha Ha I always get the last laugh yo I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for rec While you niggas race neck to neck While niggas who live from check to check I aint even going to front I aint working with a full deck Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat As soon as I start dreaming Im right back on the street Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee Believe me if you thought like me you could be me But you aint been through what I been through and this shit aint that easy

Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here Yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil bit Yeah.. There aint shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love Except loyalty and love between thugs For you I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip For you, I walk up close and lay a niggas kid For you, there aint a damn thing that I wont do Im a Thug, this the way I show my love for you Nigga for you, I get the coke, Ima turn it into cash For you, if we go broke, we gon rob a nigga ass For you, if we get knocked, Ima have to take the weight Cause with a record like yours, doawg, you aint staying upstate Nigga for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew Cause I know youd do the same thing too I ride for you, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies How could you not love a thug like me? Would you ride for me? You aint even got to ask Would you die for me? Nigga, they blast you, they blast me Would you cry for me? Shit, when I die dont cry for me Just keep repping Southside for me Would you ride for me? You aint even got to ask Would you die for me? Nigga, they blast you, they blast me Would you cry for me? Shit, when I die dont cry for me Just keep repping Southside for me Nigga, Im the stem, you the crack Im the clip, you the gat Im the Glock, you the mac Im the artist, you the trap Im a pen, you the pad Im the Dutch, you the bag Im the knife, you the stab Im the driver, you the Jag Im the ice, you the bezel Im grimy, you ghetto Im the bow, you the arrow Im the shell, you the barrel Im a pimp, you a player Im dope, you the hustler Im a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler Would you ride for me? You aint even got to ask Would you die for me? Nigga, they blast you, they blast me Would you cry for me? Shit, when I die dont cry for me Just keep repping Southside for me Would you ride for me? You aint even got to ask Would you die for me? Nigga, they blast you, they blast me Would you cry for me? Shit, when I die dont cry for me Just keep repping Southside for me You can catch me in public housing with bundles of D Or in the Santa Monica mountains bundled up to ski Since time is money I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You see the ice, you know its top notch And when it comes to dice Im seeing shorty to the shot box Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop When I grind I wear the same shit tomorrow When you grind its Showtime at the Apollo Damn near every rapper gotta hot sixteen Well, my flows like a hoe thats sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad cause they see me in Cancun, bitches But Im ghetto, straight from the hood, my nigga If theres no toothbrush Ima use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters Im a grown man, still living like Im young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice Im called Jack Frost, man And while we sipping on Cris you sipping backwash, man Your team got heart, but your hearts in my hand You want sixteen bars in song format Or sixteen cars on your moms doormat - what?

Yeah, Im a special kind of nigga with mines, yknow? I grind, I gets my paper, yknahmean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah Im a bonafide hustler Nigga get out of line Ill gut, ya Me - Im bout my paper its fuck, ya If you, play games with mine I come at you from behind with my nine Im a bonafide hustler They say heavens for churchgoers and hells for the heathens So Imma just ball the fuck out while Im breathin Eighth after eighth, whatchu know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smoky fiends sucking on that glass dick Now Sham stay askin for a dime for 9 Ill tell you what, Ill hook you up just one last time Customs is comin son is pumpin watch the packs dissolve Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it all Thats that joint whats his name son? I dont remember That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing Gone Til November I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted Got that hydro burnin, got the burner in the stash Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash If I go in the club son and niggas start dumbing Start shooting and I aint strapped, fuck it Im running - repeat 2X Im a bonafide hustler I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird The fiends know my name now from standin on this curb I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack A bunch of lil niggas with dime sacks in they backpacks Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects You see the police, but we gon sell our dope regardless You niggas know me, from fillin up your heroin needles Im connected with them people who dont speak no English We aint scared of the roll, we just get it and go You see them Tennessee tags nigga you already know I dont trust no ho, thats how T got popped He showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops Me and Priest had the streets on lock Hed break down the blocks, Id open up shop around the clock And I aint gon stop, so soon as you come home from the pen We at it again, we gettin em for ten my nigga - repeat 2X Im a bonafide hustler You know Im a hustler ey Now Im headed down South and thats my word Im on the Greyhound bout to move these birds And if these niggas dont let me sling {click clack} Im out there robbin everything Got a brand new MAC, and a P-89 Yas a hustler, man I stay on the grind 9 grams of heroin, 100 grams of coke 12 os of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke 3 gals of dust juice and a tank of LSD And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two When I was younger with my crew I had them niggas sniffin glue Its 40s for the gram to them truckers in Bamas And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer Im a hustler, man I supply the fiends Im a hustler, nigga Ill sell you a dream - repeat 2X Im a bonafide hustler

Go, go, go, go, go, go Go Shawty, its your birthday We gon party like its your birthday No Shawty, its Beyoncé We gon party like, its ya birthday We gettin naughty like its ya birthday So put ya drink up in the air if you look sexy 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 Im the chick with the hot ish, Manolo Blahnik Jimmy Choo kicks, killin it, who you with? Me and my girls at the party with the diamond Zinatis Im that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body Im that fly chick 56, Marc Jacob mini Ghetto fabulous, glamourous, its effortless Make-up light and dewy with my pastel Luis Designer scarf, work of art, rockin vintage Gucci You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug My nails, my hair, my diamond rings Shining with all my fancy things My crib, my car, my clothes, my jewels Why you mad? Cause I came up, and I aint changed Im that girl wearing Chanel pearls Chandeliers in my ears from Bailey Banks & Biddles Ya feelin my style, ya feelin my flow Hair chic, smells sweet, like flow to flow Im the lady sippin Baileys while I strut like a model If the ladies wanna hate me, I just send them a bottle I know I got it, but dont flaunt it even though brothas want it Dancin dirty while Im flirtin, cause he checkin up on me You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug 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 nails, my hair, my diamond rings Shining with all my fancy things My crib, my car, my clothes, my jewels Why you mad? Cause I came up, and I aint changed You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug 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 it

When they say my time is up And I am just collecting dust Dont turn on me, dont turn on me And when they claim that Im washed up Or when my guns begin to rust Im warning you, dont turn on me December 9, 97 I told Jay Im gonna blow Failures not an option, my sons turning one years old I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin Fast forward my grind, 9-8-99 more eigths more Os Broken in nickels and dimes I told niggas Id make it, they was doubting me then Picture me zonin on the park bench pushin my pit Who needs enemies, my friends keep shootin my friends They takin hits now, theyll blow your brains out for a Benz Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top Word to Sabrina, Im gettin my ass off this block No, no, no, dont, dont, dont No, no, no, dont, dont, dont No, no, no, dont, dont, dont Aint it funny how the niggas I came up with wasnt bumpin me Product of the slum, I guess its misery loves company Told em i’m a winner , i’d be something to believe in They was more concerned who was rollin up the weed did Jay & Jay didnt work, neither did Columbia Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh? One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones Bill collectors come around thats when you know youre on your own Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin me out, Imma show em I fought my way out of mother fuckin corners before Im better under pressure Im built for it Been the under dog all my life, Im still here boy Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it Homie in the cell saying damn, my man did it Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top Im fightin off my competition trying not to drop It seems like no one seen him fuckin with the kid All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin head They dont see the slap, all they hear is the shot As soon as somebody hit, Im sure theyll run to the cops How am I the bully of the East if I dont start no beef? I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets I see em frontin on they blogs, sayin Im done Like I aint got that flow they know be number one

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Trey pounds in the house, bad news 40 Kals in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news I think little man mad cause Im flossin bad I aint a wrestler, but Ill put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks I dont really like to exercise but Ill push up on a bitch Yall sweet like ninety-nine bananas Thats why I got ninety-nine niggas wit ninety-nine hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox Im just a playa that found out what the coaches know So Imma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man yall both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the fifth grade Thats why my best friends a the tre pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade I dont like you, you dont like me Its not likely that well ever be friends Why pretend? I dont like you, you dont like me Its not likely that well ever be friends Why pretend? Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop, know their daily routine So the second rule please leave the crime scene clean Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes Ninth rule dont say shit cause po-po listen Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system And the tenth rule dont put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading I dont like you, you dont like me Its not likely that well ever be friends Why pretend? I dont like you, you dont like me Its not likely that well ever be friends Why pretend? Dont go against me Ill hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence levels high nigga cant tell Lickin my lips at ya bitch like Im LL I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail Better yet like a nigga in the bookings that made bail From day one I came in the game they said I was hot They got scared, sent that money, and I got shot You put pressure on me when you compare me to Pac Im just a new kid, I cant help that Im hot What little niggas say to 50 cent dont matter Ill fire shots at the shepherd and watch the sheep scatter My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies You scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, know not to play wit my check I come through and put my knife on that vein in ya neck I dont like you, you dont like me Its not likely that well ever be friends Why pretend? I dont like you, you dont like me Its not likely that well ever be friends Why pretend? Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pounds in the house, bad news 40 Kals in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news

Bang, bang, BSB Gang, you heard it? Got em Why these niggas frontin? They gon make me slow I aint never frontin, run down and dump em You aint really tough, you a bluff, nigga Our bitches roll hotter than you sucka niggas Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Im gettin money, you should do the same Chillin in my crib, whippin coco Just me and my dawg, its a fo fo Then I get a call like, What up, bro? We found out where he live, got the whole dough Lay up on his flo, spray em on the flo A nigga blowin smoke, aint no neighbors saw Tell a friend, he tell a friend, small issue, all issues Im big on revenge, nigga Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Im gettin money, you should do the same Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Im gettin money, you should do the same Nigga, you talkin’ like you just moved a couple bricks Yeah, them Brooklyn niggas do be bout that bullshit I got a couple shooters ridin’ with a couple straps Ten shots a piece, we don’t need more than that Since a shorty I had drama with all kind of niggas Squashed the beef, then doubled back so I could line the nigga He just moved to that spot, how they find that? Get the drop, let it pop, niggas, time that Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Im gettin money, you should do the same Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Im gettin money, you should do the same People say I sound like Fif, okay dummy I guess I sound like Im just gettin money Let me check, yup, money I got I made it off the block to a Bentley drop Whippin, sellin powder, now I got the power 100k an hour, my paper stack like a tower Stripper bitch, she shake it, she shake it, I make it shower The fucks you wanna fly, we shoot the shit out a coward Come on Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Im gettin money, you should do the same Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Bang, bang, BSB the gang Im gettin money, you should do the same

This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like aint nuttin to it, the way we do it Now erybody put your fuckin hands up - lets go Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to Now now now now - cmon Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to Now now now now - cmon You heard about the kid, you know how I rock Went from pumpin bags on the block, straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hamptons I splurge with it, Im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cause I wan go spend it You know how a boss player play, nigga Im ballin If theres money to be made, Im all in Catch me in a cherry red Porsche, beige seats, red pipin You want me to teach you how to stunt, aight then Tattoos on the arm, 30 karats on the charm Cause the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the Don First night if I dont hit, second night I want some shit Third night we call it quits, I aint fuckin with the bitch Success is my drug of choice, Im high off life Another move another mill, lets get right - aight? Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to Now now now now - cmon Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to Now now now now - cmon You could, catch me cockin the fifth, got me rockin with Fif Now thats why you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggas movin the bricks, it dont stop And a million dollar deal, homey get that gwap See dudes get comfy, money aint long enough Come spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma I got a fetish, fuckin in them Porsche trucks Curtis got one so when I finished I tossed her Yall into wifin, we dont condone lifin Only fuck with bitches that, got they liquor license Shop high prices, shook all vices Infamous nigga got the game in a vice grip Chain hundred K but the flow, is priceless Anything less? We rollin them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound and my likeness Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to Now now now now - cmon Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to Now now now now - cmon Listen - you can call me Gambino P or V.I.P My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D My rings alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years Im so icy kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoos gon keep me with a thug part though My attitude is universal, get harmed - call money When we get back to Queens we gon hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin stomped out I got a team of dimes, they all thonged out Ready to line you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You pee in your drawers lookin like youre Mexican After lil shorty wop wop break you off a lil bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin? Im just tryin holla at the chicks like Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to Now now now now - cmon Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to Now now now now - cmon Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to Now now now now - cmon Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to Now now now now - cmon

Im on parole, I used to be on probation Im with my gun, I get full coporation I tell you Take it off no hesitation Nigga you play around, I lay you down Thats how its going down Dont play with me, I dont have patience My head achin, and I need my medication Niggas be hatin, they dont know what they facing Nigga you play around, I lay you down, thats how its going down I be in court throwing signs like Im a mason Nigga witness against me, Imma erase em If they try to run away, Im gon chase em Now or at the town, and Imma lay em down Thats how its goin down Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk On the streets of New York, thats how we get down 22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat When we creep with the heat, thats how we get down Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids dont live long in New York Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slipping, then get hit with like three In every hood in the US, Im that nigga they feeling Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on my wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga scheming, what you expect? My S on 22s leave ya hoes confused On the track ready to choose, like Daddy, we want you My love live aint change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk I came to teach you how we put it down in New York Thats how we get down Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk On the streets of New York, thats how we get down 22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat When we creep with the heat, thats how we get down In the city, a young buckll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give em the word, you gonna get your ass hit I dont know why niggas like to talk bad about me Im the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be theyd like to be me and cant live my life You should hear they be saying man 50 be flipping Shot my man over seven grams, that nigga be tripping I know death is promised, I dont fear getting murked Its when a nigga half-way kill ya homie, it hurts Now we can hit the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump You can have it how you want, but I know you like my style Uh-huh, you like how I break it down Wanna get rich? Ill show you how Take this pack, pump these pieces, thats how we get down Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk On the streets of New York, thats how we get down 22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat When we creep with the heat, thats how we get down

This is how monsters function Leave me alone I aint fucking with nobody Keep fucking with me you going turn me back to Boo-Boo Have me casing out your crib, trying to pop your fucking noodles She was 20, I was 12, man my Nana said she raped me I just smiled from ear to ear, saying take me, baby, take me Since high school, nigga, I aint got no friends Got two 380s like the Ying Yang Twins Thats spot clicking till the Ds run in Then its bail money and lawyer fees, you got to have ends Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane In a ill herringbone, I got them swinging Heroine I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I aint no chump Then you can run forrest run, retard when I dump They take kindness for weakness, niggas dont respect that So me Im where that Ruger, that Pump and that Tec at Some look at me Im on now, I thought we was rich then Shipment, but you had like twenty bricks in Richmond We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreaming We just got in the town, we was strapped up scheming First Country caught a body, then Country caught a body Then I popped a couple niggas then Country shot everybody Its cold blooded, its real shit, you got to love it Trey-eight Snub it, and dont think nothing of it Its the way of the wolves, its how they train us to move Get it popping when we shopping, niggas hold down the tools I seen niggas getting rich Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by I was tired of not having shit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by I seen niggas getting hit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by We was slinging that shit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by Here I am Unsure since we was little niggas, son, since we were seven Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven Niggas popped his whip up, hit his Camry with a seven He a lucky motherfucker, I bet he make it to heaven My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fucking stash up I had 250 grams stashed on the porch I mean, how much you going to smoke, man? How much you going to snort? First the VCR went, then the TV went He stole out of mommy purse She thought it was me, kid I aint ask her for no money, son Cause I was out hustling She was looking at me sideways like Im a thief or something That hurt me, come on son that wouldnt hurt you? I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub The Lord dont have imperfections, baby So I think Im perfect the way he made me Some say Im cool, some say Im crazy Some say I aint shit, some say Im amazing

Yeah, G-Unit, ha hah Ive been so many places Ive seen so many faces Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before Ive been around the world Ive met all kind of girls Girl you look like someone that I done fucked on tour All sold out - getting paper things change You done heard of my name Im a P.I.M.P. You done heard about me You see how things change First they didnt want me, now they want me See a nigga gettin paid, they wanna push up on me You should see these hoes, chasing a nigga Ill have em in the hotel, tasting a nigga Treat me like a lollipop, lick me baby Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady -- ohh! Groupie love, they gimme gimme gimme that groupie love They gimme gimme gimme that groupie love When you see me in V.I.P., with hoes around me Man they give me that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Tonight you wanna fuck with me Its alright with me, cmon and gimme that groupie love Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick Listen young and old, these hoes is loose Wintertimes the staircase, summertimes the roof Gimme eight days and a eighth, homie Im straight Have a church girl on the bus movin weight I got birds backstage thats serious eye-candy Aint got birds in the hood so Im in the burbs with Bambi My writin methods, got me more hoes than Tyson Beckford Icy necklace on the tour bus, ass naked When I say jump, bitch say how high? And flag down a car when the shit drive by Im a pimp like Pretty Tone I got the info on the pretty chrome Fuckin hoes off of 50 phone My name hold weight, you barely known You on that R. Kelly shit, your bitch is barely grown Groupie love, they gimme gimme gimme that groupie love They gimme gimme gimme that groupie love When you see me in V.I.P., with hoes around me Man they give me that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Tonight you wanna fuck with me Its alright with me, cmon and gimme that groupie love G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit! Shorty aint feelin me, shorty must like girls.. .. like girls, cause Im the only man in your world Bitch I can make you famous, you dont know what youre missin I can change your mind if you listen The bitch dont like me, the bitch must dont like men.. .. like men, I say what I want cause I can If I didnt Id be a liar, mami Im on fire Come ride with a rider, I travel So you might catch the King with a singer But touching my doorbells the only way I put a ring on your finger Threw me a combo with two cups and Im in your bedroom fuckin up your sheets like the Klu Klux Klan I shook hands with my fans then fuck em Im in the hallways tryin to duck em, so I can climb in sumn My names B-A-N-K dollar sign, BITCH Im a pimp, you need to make that switch And come and give me that Groupie love, they gimme gimme gimme that groupie love They gimme gimme gimme that groupie love When you see me in V.I.P., with hoes around me Man they give me that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Tonight you wanna fuck with me Its alright with me, cmon and gimme that groupie love Groupies come and groupies go And they are always at our show So I grab me the tightest one and pursed straight to the mall Shes so excited that shes here with me that she feels she should pay her fee And I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees Groupie love, yeah Groupie love, yeah Groupie love, yeah Groupie love, yeah

Walk with meeeee... Ay if you hear me out there Walk with meeeee... I get down on my knees every night and say Walk with meeeee... Walk with meeeee... Im going to war, Im going to WAR! You never know when deaths coming, all you hear is gunshots Lil kids get to running, old ladies get off the block Then the Popsicle truck music comes to a stop Niggas get on the floor with they front doors locked Syringes and si-rens the only thing on the street People act like they dont know who did it, but they know its me Every days a death threat, but I aint dead yet So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set Dont know where I slept at, just know where my TEC at Its the first of the month, my bitch aint got her check yet Juvie left me in California, I dont respect that I love him too much to beef, so Ima accept that But Ima just step back, and focus on Buck Tired of riding in yours, Im bout to buy my own truck Got to try my own luck, Get Rich or Die Tryin Its G-Unit til Im gone, Lord knows I aint lying niggas First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God dont walk with me, he carry me man First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God dont walk with me, he carry me man You dont know what I been through to get what I done got If you looked through a scope, you couldnt hit what I done shot Couldnt flip what I done copped, couldnt tip what I done topped I murder you all-talk like a clip without a Glock When you holla G-Unit on some other shit You need to do the research, and see who you fucking with I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza Your baby momma want me, I dont want that skeeza Shes scratched my Beamer, but I aint seen-her When I catch the bitch, Ima gangsta lean-her - WHOA! We be playing in them videos, with them pretty hoes Cashville Ten-a-key bitches and New York City hoes They learned it from Lil Kim to let they titties show Im the King of the South, this is how it really goes Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows You know me nigga First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God dont walk with me, he carry me man First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God dont walk with me, he carry me man Half of these kids never read the Bible But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you My momma stay in the projects and I been having money I went bought her a house, but she told me she aint want it Right then I understood that the hoods in my blood So I hollered CASHVILLE, lettin em know where Im from Niggas know I got a gun when I come to the club And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck Why should I slow down? I just got started targeting artists Wait til the bullets start hopping out the cartridge I come to get it popping, pray to God the news watching So when they see him, his niggasll know who got em We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop And kill or be killed is the attitude I got, nigga First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God dont walk with me, he carry me man First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God dont walk with me, he carry me man I know you praying I get killed, nigga He who fears death is in denial 50 told you niggas, Young Buck showed you niggas Banks! FREE YAYO! And tell the bitch ass niggas put they vest on IM HERE NOW!

Yeah, Sha, youre ready, drop that, Ferrari F50 style baby Ima show them how I do it, G Unit I keep hearing niggers is happy, the Ds come, niggers with guns When Im out on bail, riding with some new ones Big got hit in that passenger seat Pac got hit in that passenger seat Now Im riding around in that passenger seat Come near the whip, Im blasting my heat It dont take long for my juvenile delinquent thinking to sink in The consequences mean nothing, them semi autos is busting Crack selling, predicate fellon, spit big words, but I cant spell them Put a shot to your melon That help your punk ass from telling That I got that nine and that four four, the H2 on double fours Bulletproof windows and doors, gangster, how about yours Southside tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two three eighties and a nine Nigga, you can knock and tell the cops, but youre dying Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me I used to chill in the hood to support the fiends But, now Im eating caviare instead of pork and beans Im in the money green seven forty-five with seven shots in the four five Yall niggers want to die Ive got a love affair with violence and guns So this is for them gangsters, rep where youre from When I got older, my heart turned colder Thats why the Mac react like a King Cobra Now Im jumping out of Rovers in Gucci loafers Yall niggers want to stun, Ill bury you cockroaches Give me one year, in this industry Ill buy enough guns to declare war on a small country Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me Still walk around with the hammer boss, rope, and a cross Hard times will make a little nigga hate Santa Claus Your mileage is high, older than Diana Ross Im like a two thousand and three banana Porsche I don’t got to hire sluts, to get your tires cut They on my dick because I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cut, packing metal things Thats more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings Its eight class karats in the border I poke hos in plastic to avoid a vaginal disorder Im a savage on your daughter, she aint in the college dorm Then I guess Im squirting on the cabin that you bought her Im a heavy weed smoker so the average is a quarter Brown coloured from shit he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, youre part of my fanbase Just because you pour syrup on shit, dont make it pancakes Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me

Nigga things, change, never stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder I put that work in to win, no problem All money aint good money, this I know But I still love hood money, I gets my dough And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt On everythang, that boy wasnt gunned on purpose Who knew that all my darkness was really gon surface I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets Without some type of beef the week wasnt complete Its like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet Now Im smarter, Im all about somethin to eat Im on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite But Im still gon hustle and cheat, lets go Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block withoutcha weapon Is a first class ticket to a lesson I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection Thats why I bring the Benz to impress him Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him Ill be wrong Cause he aint never gon be shit, and I done worked so hard But I will make you a corn on the cob, youll be performin for God Either that or rob you on your boulevard Bet you never thought for a second niggasd pull your card God Im on my job, scarred since my nigga gone HP tatted on me so his memory lives on Engagin in drama without your bomberll Be funeral arrangements for your mama I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga What nobody knows, all the roads you go through You cant even talk to those that supposedly know you Some of the levels that these peoplell go to for crumbs Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do? Thats when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools Theres not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes Or tell the tale that my heart contains I explain, so many different parts of pain Im clean, but still some marks remain From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain The cash made some people start to change I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same And practice makes perfect with the art of aim You aint really got the heart to bang You aint start to hang, til you found out I caught the chain

Yeah, Na na na na Yeah, Na na na na Now me Im the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of Moët, bottles of the Rosé Feel a little buzz, then Im getting it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Look as soon as I step in the club I swear my nigga, you can feel the attention shift Started around twelve ended up around two I better leave with more hoes than I came here with I cant be responsible for what I say or I do When I talk intoxicated Shorty say I told her I love her I put her out the next morning saying bitch I must have been faded I dont know what you heard about me but the word about me That Im no trick, Im no sucker, Im no chump I be in the VIP, with my niggas round me Saying yall can have whatever you want Me I get it in Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Thats Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so I go hard when its time to play Shorty get to dropping it low, like the dancers do In the Go-Go in front of me She know I like to see her dance, she get to breaking it down We get the bouncing outta control Because I got a hell of a flow, we got paper to blow My whole clique pop bottles galore Its no secret the hood done peeped it When we come through son, we look like bread My 89 grind, make my old nine shine Like we been moving bricks round this bitch for years I say I get it in its because I get it in Now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten I feeling a spend my G, she fuck with me Im into win Im cooler than her ma then we do this shit again Me I get it in Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Thats Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink Na na na na, Now me Im the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of mo play, bottles of the rose Feel a little buzz, then Im getting it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in

Yeah! You see a nigga soft? My first instinct is to lean on him! A weak nigga eatin in my hood? Niggasll put a beam on em! These niggas aint spposed to be eatin, yo! They sweet as SweetN Low Ill have em like shit was all good just a week ago. Let these fake niggas get you in the mood for looove Im back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma; Crack come to cookin up that; boy, Im a chemist! Fuck pill poppin; a strap, I pop that! Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat! You got a nice gimmick goin, youve been hot a few summers But I got the kinda flow thatll stop World hunger SK, I got nothing but energy Call me Fifty, call me Ferrari the Remedy Hi again in case a hater dont remember me I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be Hittin you wont be enough, you gotta finish me Or its Ruger time, the SR-9 Fragments ricochet and ya ass go blind Times up, ya fucked! Gotta learn to duck, whassup? Dont make me, dont make me Dont make me... seem so complicated Dont make me, dont make me Dont make me Show you wassup, dont make me fuck you up! Listen, any bitch on the milk box aint missin I mean some of these hoes runnin round with Pippen Im writin reality, it sounds haaarsh; Shyne tried to get at me, he say Im waaashed! I aint even fire back, the shits squuaashed What kind of shit is that? This only happens in rap These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl Hope I aint the last real nigga up over the waaall Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin Cream linen, bulges from the Benjamins in em! Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord! If I aint know better, I think a nigga push raaaw It feels like its never gon stop A nigga so hot, I may spend forever on top! Forever ever, ever? Forever in the drop You cant tell I got it on lock? Bitch! Dont make me, dont make me Dont make me... seem so complicated Dont make me, dont make me Dont make me Show you wassup, dont make me fuck you up!

I dont know what the FUCK yall been doin But this what they want Id like to give a R.I.P. in advance To all my enemies, die quick nigga! Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million dollar bankroll Black Lac, with my outta state ho These niggas talk gangsta but really aint though Im a stormy night, you a rainbow Im a G, tight clothes aint my thing bro Fuck tha police with a HIV carrier No Vaseline and an M-16 Im ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean It got a body like I feed it Creatine My birthstones are diamond, my favorite colors green I smoke lean and piss Louie the 13 Yeah, yall motherfuckers shot my momma crib up My sister, my niece in there Im gettin yall niggas hit for $500 Ima be in London motherfucker My name is Yayo, a crazy nigga dont play though I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh Al-Qaeda, expert murkin When all my niggas die they gon have 80 virgins In the burbs swervin, cause Im drunk and Im high With that Glock, that pump, that MAC and fo-five FUCK the police! They killed Sean Bell FUCK the Feds! Ill still deal fishscale Mini-Me niggas wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers aint good for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100s Drop-top Phantom got him sick in his stomach, brrrrrat! These niggas is weak son Lookin like cookies n cream to me God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man Niggas know any of these niggas can get it Nigga this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50 Fuck with me the police will have to get me 760-I, I ride, Im a rider Molotov, I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I stop talkin and get quiet And make the muzzle on the TEC look like its on fire My shit jam and un-jam like I planned it Like I was just takin a breather, Im back blammin Im Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry, with the cannon You shootin back but you aint hittin shit Im still standin When shit dont go down smooth I dont panic Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man Yeah, nigga Im straight outta Southside Im back on that gorilla shit, that cold-hearted killer shit Nigga stunt with your mouth wide We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit Muhfucker, Southside!

A nigga hustle around the streets to keep the paper straight Legal or illegal, I do what it take Shawty she the shit, you know she put it down Make a nigga always wanna be around I blow that paper in La Perla then rip the shit when we at it For her Im a fanatic, I happen to be her habit We have the same temperament, hell yeah when were intimate Blindfolds, butterflies, BDSM and restraints 50 shades of 50, yeah, we freaky when ya aint Lights off, she get erotic with glow in the dark paint Im like give it to me baby, she know how I like it, boy O-D-B, baby, I like it raw Yesterday was your birthday So I had to put it down in the worst way Put the cake on your plate, then I let you eat the whole damn thing Yeah last night was one to remember, Im sure youd agree Had such a good time, felt like I was celebrating me I know you love it, when I, spoil you, baby So Ima treat you like its your birthday everyday Its your day, your day, you can have me your way like your birthday Then the next day, then the next day, then the next day after that I like to throw surprises, got you on recovery your eyes in Youre nervous but you like it Way Im looking I can tell youre excited Last night, good night to remember, Im sure youd agree Forget all your presents your here in the present with me And Im lovin it everyday, every hour, every minute, every second You being down and around its starting to feel like a blessing I take you to the top, show my old hoes a lesson You need to get to twerking, you know they want the Birkin IG model, that ass up in the photo Get a few followers then hoes set to go go Me fuckin up for these hoes, man thats a no no I mean you know, you treat a nigga way too good I know you love it, when I, spoil you, baby So Ima treat you like its your birthday everyday Its your day, your day, you can have it your way Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that Its your birthday Its your birthday Treat you like its you birthday Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that Its your day, your day, you can have it your way Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that So Ima put it on you Put it put it, put it on you (Shawty she the shit you know she put it down You know she put it down, you know she put it down Shawty she the shit you know she put it down You know she put it down, you know she put it down Shawty she the shit you know she put it down You know she put it down, you know she put it down Shawty she the shit you know she put it down You know she put it down, you know she put it down)

I like the way she do it I like the way she do it I like the way she do it I like the way she do it I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the dough I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my 64 I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the dough I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my 64 I suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P Im stupid rich, got retarded money Im special ed, I got special bread Its easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a ho, bitch leave me now I fuck when I want, I do what I like She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike She a super freak, the freak of the week I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat It never enough, she like it rough We keep it going and we switch positions, listen I like the way she do it I like the way she do it I like the way she do it I like the way she do it I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the dough I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my 64 I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the dough I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my 64 I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha Now how much is that Im getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini Im in ali-dibi, where the girls are freaky Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me Ma I love it when you lie and say my eyes are dreamy Certain niggas fall in love with a bitch Patron in my dick, I fuck the blood out a chick Im in the club frontin, Im in the club stuntin 10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it aint nothing If home girl wit it, Im get it, hit it, split it Shell think about me everyday, hour, minute Second to nobody, baby check it You look as good as your check And when your naked, Im ready to fuck A little head in the truck If her tongue game good, Ima let her come up When the sun goes down, Ill be back in the town Stash box down, put the magnum down Im with G-Unit, see you next Nigga you not ballin a the G2 jet How ever do you want it, how ever you do need me OPE on a fuckin CD, its ME I like the way she do it I like the way she do it I like the way she do it I like the way she do it She got a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like... three, two, one - yeah right now You got skills on them high heels When we leave this club, Im take you were I live Do me before I get her I might eat out tonight, depending on how I feel Baby girl got a thang for me She do what every I say and I aint got to make it rain money Go getta and she ghetto with it Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it Im all on her back, when she move like that You can find me where every she at, Like that I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the dough I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my 64 I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the dough I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my

They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down, yeah I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I never took a straight path nowhere, lifes full of twist and turns Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn Yeah slick talker, shit talker, New Yorker Collectin’ property, playin Monopoly You might want bond with us, build and break bread You think Im fucking ’round, look theres money to make here More snakes than rats, its just a habit to my habitat Grab this strap, Ima show you who to blam it at God damn can we all just get along? Hell no, not when you forget who put you on My plug he need the keys to success Take two and make three, they the best Pure shit, not weak shit, I got this Fearless not careless, now watch this Money flip like its suppose to flip Reup, then double up, watch me hit the lick They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down, yeah I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it Ha, watch how you move in my city Ooh yeah, we kinda cool but we pity too, yeah I know a killer, and hes still in school If I tell him that its up, then its litty, ooh, yeah They tryna line me for my shit Hoodie, masked up, I wish you would try to get through Before I was rappin’, I was like you hittin’ licks too Now Im buyin’ everything, like Im too good for a rental You act like you know everything, you dont know what I been through Send my goonie to pull up on you, like Suge with the pistol He might hit you and then spin your block wit your friend too If you pull up on me and you movin wild then it’s lit Know its always on me, even when I sleep, its under the pillow They been plottin on me since I was eighteen wearin Kenzo Aint rentin no jeans, Mike Amiri got me official They aint want me when I wasnt hard to get to They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down, yeah I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it

Shes something like a porno star Shes something like a super freak I never seen her on tape before But when she go low shes a pro-fes-sion-al My kinda girl Porno star Shes something like a super freak Never seen her on tape before But when she go low shes a pro-fes-sion-al Around the Carolina hood see, most niggas called her ho and diss her Cuz shes slowly growing up to be like her older sister She got a bad reputation so you dont hold and kiss her And after one conversation youd probly fold in twister It aint hard to tell that honeys dumb Shes 18 goin on 21 Mama dont know where she get her money from Hoppin in the naughty cars Stuffed in the backseat Lookin to score big Cuz she fucks all the athletes Somethin like a princess gon wrong Used to be a ballerina Now she performs to The Thong Song Happily had plans to enroll in college Now youd rather slide down metal poles for dollas Your fingernails and your toes is polished But your brains on freeze In other words frozen knowledge All your plans and your goals - demolished You grew up in Southside Why niggas know you a ho in Hollis huh? I still remember how it all started School - cuttin from class Every boy you knew touching yo ass Headed no where fast I aint gon lie Shorty I used to laugh Cuz you was the main topic on math I seen her in the mall shoppin Im contemplating bout stoppin Cuz she could get me off like Cochran Now that dinner was poppin Spoiled, her daddy was pumpin He probly thought shed grow up to get married or somethin But little did he know His little princess was a city ho Pretty, ooh the face Tight from the video Damn, this bitch is thick She on the Lil Kim shit See her hair match the color of her lipstick Now this chick claimed to love jewelry like Slick Rick And had a walk on her that would leave you with a stiff dick Jeans had a sick fit To make a long story short This aint the type a bitch you wanna stick with

Yeah, uhuh, lets take em there, yeah Sonny did ten years in the fed joint, he half way out He aint home, his ass in a halfway house Correctional facilities dont correct shit Cause the first thing he asked is who gotta get hit A shoot out in 89 fucked up how he walk He a grimey ass nigga, you should hear how he talk Should shoot the shepard in the head and da sheep ill scatter Let niggas talk cause action is all that matters I asked about Barnes he sucked his teeth and said he was soft Said the boys up in Otisville was breakin him off Can you picture him in the yard, niggas yokin him up Treatin him like a pin cushion, pokin him up He came home actin like he hard as fuck Must want a first class ticket to see god Uh huh He stick his chest out tellin niggas he dont back down Wait until he find out Sonny’s back round Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, that somethin gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down My nigga Los comin home soon he up there in Fort Dix Its on when he come home cause he can get nuff bricks I was young he taught me not to run, I popped my gun par You can ask Scarlata ??? and Amar Them niggas used to hit banks back in the days They embedded in my brain young crime does pay New Cadillacs and Bonnevilles the very next day I just look and learn, I aint have much to say Legs ill squeeze the life out you like a boa constrictor Fuck a headlock, im talking bout extortion nigga Apply pressure, its hot, get the fuck out the kitchen When niggas pay you every Friday you aint got to stick em At the dice game if Ace roll a six its no problem But if he roll a ace he gon pull out and rob him Losin, a little is alot, when niggas is starvin Man the drama in my hood is goin down regardless Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, that somethin gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down Everbody know Education shot Jamal over short paper He on the run you want a nigga hit son hell take it Heard Wise got shot up over some punk shit In the club beefin with niggas over some dumb bitch They say Willy was caked up off them credit card scams Started a pyramid, the nigga took the money and ran Heard he was outta town ridin round in the pound Chrome spinnin 545 I no lie ask how Out on VA, Hampton homecoming he cruise by He run in to the niggas that he beat, he gon die E must’ve caught a jooks the Ds flashin his mugshot You know its his M.O. to run up in them crack spots His sister, she aight, big hips, lil waist, big tits Pretty face, we fucked on the staircase Lisa that’s my bitch she freak off with a nigga, shit Man I gotta call that bitch Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, that somethin gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down

{gunshot} {gunshot} One, one, two Yo, check me out right here yo 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 holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berettas Yea 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 yaself tryin to stop me Im cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that Im, 8 levels above you, nigga Ill club you nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, ugly nigga Im the wrong one to provoke You rattin on niggas is only gon leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools 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 Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, with Prada on the chuckus So the spring break hoes home from college wanna fuck us I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas I sic Rottweilers on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lot of zeros When it comes to paper, I blow a soul out a hero Ima break before I lay floor buried Besides, every rapper aint a star, and every plad aint Burberry You cant tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen 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 your religion Why party with a pigeon? Im blowin a 10 cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a 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 And there aint problem gettin dressed cause my closet got more aisles than Pathmark Run, move startin a wave Or leave with 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs Im the young pimp pardon my age I dont got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids Niggas find what club they at Take em with us, and run a train on em like a subway map Your advance is grey Acura See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rapper I go to college on the tour Im goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon have to murder me Burglary, Im leavin 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 the boat with weed smoke and fishin gear Heavy when I toke, C-notes from different years Bezzy and the rope, remotes and liftin 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, lookin for a coupe to drive You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized Its a damn shame yall still local Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals, nigga Still in the projects nigga, you aint goin nowhere You gon fuckin be there for the rest of your muthafuckin life And your momma sayin: Im supposed to tell you somethin To encourage you, somethin positive, aight: Well, I aint gon lie to you muthafucka, he aint goin nowhere Get yourself a beer, and get on the fuckin curb {gunshot} You fuckin dirt bag {gunshot}

I hear a lotta talkin - niggas must be mad at BANKS But theres only one problem - niggas aint as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front, you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga aint nuttin change You move Ill blow your brains + These niggas dont really want war They just walk around frontin Cause I walk around stuntin Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family tree done said master Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car Cause big heads come flyin through ya door like Casper Im smokin out the jar scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra Not the type to go spark metal and Stop thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn Everyday I got a new bitch and when Im done wit her Itll look like she dived head first into cool whip You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick I gotta have bucks on the waist Im hungry like a south african with flies stuck to his face Catch Banks in a truck full of bass Remember Im a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped The only trigger you touch is on a gas pump I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew Cook and clean for the kid like Celie in color purple I know you wanna pop me but If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I dont mean Emilio or Bubba Im aimin for a video or cover, huge tour buses A pound and a philly hold the smuggler G=Units whats up right now The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown You gotta come a little harder, nigga You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter You still gotta beg a ho And you mad cause you blowin on oregano You niggasll never blow Anyone to step in my ring is brave I dont know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave Short stay leave her butt in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly Im about to get this deal shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill I aint loud around a snitch I dont crowd around a bitch The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggas was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips Niggas cant stand the fact that Im real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best Bacardi at the chest Im similar to the young Marcus Garvy at the desk Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest My success got suckers salty Blowin steam like a cup of coffee Click POW get these fuckas off me Yea Lloyd Banks nigga Whats up nigga? Its 50 nigga You fuckin wit him right? I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga Whats up nigga? What the fuck I hear niggas hollerin that keep it real and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it poppin nigga Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga I dont give a fuck if its 4 in the afternoon nigga Any where you see me nigga Lets go

You aint strong enough, nigga, you sweet You probably go against me, and weep I oughta kiss you, youd probably like that But you dont stand a chance, nigga Fucking faggot I do more than talk that, I mufuckin walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless Man, everybody know about 50, Im famous New York, New York, I run New York Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop In different boroughs I have different moments On different days niggas know how Im on it Im pretty like a Harlem nigga Im a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga Im a hustler dont get no bigger Queens, Southside til they bury me BX, two TECs, flames out the nozzles R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spar with me, start some shit, send the shooters out Come out the club, we out front with the Rugers out Nah, aint no sense to talking peace, my brother That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah These niggas aint strong enough Their money aint long enough When they bump heads with me They find out the guns do bust We getting paper, in God we trust These sucka ass niggas These niggas aint strong enough Their money aint long enough When they bump heads with me They find out the guns do bust We getting paper, in God we trust Suck on this, nigga When I said Ill kill ya, Ill kill ya, as a kid I wasnt kidding then Special ED kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga, whats up? Im rich now, niggas know about my dividends Look at the Robb Report, check out what Im living in Fuck a spot now, Im bout to buy a yacht now Crib the size of the New York City block now Okay okay, try me and get shot down Im like a zebra, I got so many stripes Im the fucking general, I run my clique right It was five of us, all of us millionaires Now ones a fucking junkie, and ones a fucking queer Now its three of us, thats the way we started They call me crazy, cold-blooded and black-hearted I dont play no games, niggas beg for mercy Then we T.O.S., put that ass to rest

Outlaw: we lawless We ballin out, nigga, regardless Everything VVS, we flawless When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest If niggas so hot, why they aint got what I got? My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot My fat knots, my swag is top-notch My crack spots bring cash in non-stop My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock I got shooters, they aint got what I got Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop I get it and I blow it how I want, why not? My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot Come through in the drop, hold the Glock, why not? 9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock 9 carat stones, Im in my own zone Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless We balling out, yeah, regardless VVS yeah yeah, we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do You wan get shot? Go ‘head, run up in my spot My lawyers will have me out by 1 oclock Go head, get dropped trying to take what I got My diamonds twinkle over my Azad My gun pop, tell me why would you try that? Porsche Turbo, Cayenne Ill buy that G5 jet, pilot, Ill fly that Burn good shit, get as high as I get My minds sick, Im criminal-minded Shortys ass fat: I want to bump and grind that Groupie love bitch, your left breast? Ill sign that Im CEO ho, you aint know? New York party of the year: my spot These bitches look so good: oh my God Looking at the man in the mirror, Im so hot Shorty want to cut, cool, make sure the doors locked Off with the Gucci, down go my Louis Out come my oo-wee, do me, baby do me! Like a pornstar took ya to my spot My bed rock back and forth when Im on top My backshots they are sorta like crack rocks I give it all I got, non-stop til sweat drop I damage I wreck shop, I come through correct, I I give her what she need til its hard to breathe

Here ya go, man Jesus Christ, man, youre going to war What I say? Didn’t I say come to me? Do I ever disappoint? Fucking no. Why? I deliver. Why? I’m your man. How do I know? How? Know? No Know how. I got 100 things to do this morning and you’re first in line so could we move it along please? Okay. Fine. Right. I’m just looking for something, small, light, cheap. .380, .32. Something like that No, no, no. You want to be packing like a man, Eddie, you’re a man, man. How ‘bout this.. 6-inch 3-5-7 magnum? Yeah Automatics. Browning 9-mill. Now I know what you’re thinking, that’s got no stopping power, but that’s got 13 shots in the clip, man. That won’t just kill a man, that’ll turn him inside out, pull him upside down, piss on him, read him his last rights... Alright, fine. Yeah, I get the message, I’m just.. Im just a bit fucking lost there. And these are totally untraceable? They don’t exist What about guarantees? What do you think this is? Guns-Are-Us?

Its 50 Cent and S-N double O-P You dont want no snoop and you dont want it with me Everytime I come around they like Oh No I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44 Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold I get to poppin off that thang like Im loco No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out Motherfuckers light out Here come snoop, uh Sup nigga, sup now huh? Ricky Ticky Timble, Cs is the symbol Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up Straight razors just keep you trimmed up 1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember Hes electrifyin & original So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I dont give a shit You betta check dat ho, thats what wreckin G Now step your game down, cuz aint no checkin me Youll be respecting me until I leave this room Or my gatll go boom, bullets go zoom Now your name is on a tomb They pourin out liquor with no room to consume, silly bafoon I pop niggas like balloons, I aint feelin em Walkin in my big blue chucks cuz Im killin em Hey what up cuz, its 50 Cent; Whats happin nigga? Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... an He who fears fate lives like coward You go against me, youll be devoured Then you get to poppin youll have change of heart I hit your chest a couple times youll have to change your heart Have doc usin donors, dead niggas wit spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snicth, and the heart of dead nark Niggas never see the light till spark Then they bleed, it get cold , then shit get dark You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits Push me a hundred revolversll get to spinnin Your services are no longer needed; rock-a-bye baby My bitch will do it to you with a lil 380 Im bailin thru the door again Let momo pour again Me and my ho again Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker And Imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka ducka us Itll crack off, now back off -real slow An if you dont know , I never hesitate to shoot a ho Yea thats my reputation - you test my patience & You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam, blam Goddammit Im at it again They done let bitch niggas up outta the pen And now he lookin for me - what the heck - my game is built on respect Now Im breathin down your motherfuckin neck I dumps till my clip is empty Im headin down willshire to send the scent And when I get there dont ask who sent me Just take dem shots and drop it like it hot Bitch nigga Ha-ha-ha Yea nigga Just when you though I was gone Slide back up on you like the wind nigga Hurricane D-O-Double G With the G,G,G,G,G,G,G-UNIT

If you think youre lonely now Wait until tonight, girl Ah man If you think youre lonely now Wait until tonight, girl Im waitin on you to come, baby Im that man Bedroom superhero, naked Im Batman I kill it then I give ya mouth-to-mouth, CPR Bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life Bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic Have it how you want it, my back shots bionic She givin me something I can feel like En Vogue Unload then reload, recharge, Im back on Back at it, fuckin up the sprigs in her Craftmatic Jack rabbit, addiction, I dont wanna break that habit Your boy toy man, child its cool, you can play with me City life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me I wanna share thoughts, lets talk, go for a walk Fantasies, we can get loose right in the park Bullseye right through her head, to her heart Its mental and physical, when youre gone, Ill be missin you You gon get it, you gon get it I got a plan for you Girl its on til the mon when you come through I cant think of a thing that I wont do When you come and I get my hands on you Im Curtis Mayfield, Marvin, the new Bobby Womack 2012 freak shit, baby Im all that The touchin and the teasin, the pleasures the reason Im sure shell be open from the lickin and strokin Or how I say a line and it stimulates her mind My sense of humor, I make her smile while passin time Its sexual, its not perverted or obscene The foreplay we play, until I touch her til she cream Cash rules the shortie, shes something out a dream Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between Got that island girl swag, she Dutty Wine When we get back to the spot, that ass is mine See how I switch gears, her bra gone its on Its showtime, its my turn to perform Leave the lights on, while I get it, I got it good She sayin she love my show, Im sayin I knew she would You gon get it, you gon get it I got a plan for you Girl its on til the mon when you come through I cant think of a thing that I wont do When you come and I get my hands on you

I make em move I make em move I make it hot up in here Look around Lets see what we got up in here Bring em in, Bring em in, Bring em in Bring em in, Bring em in, Bring em in They say he couldnt do it, look, now, I did it I topped In the Club, Im still sipping the bub The drama, Im with it, I get biz, you get it I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig Thats why a niggas bidded, I cant forget it I said I didnt do it, witnesses said I did it Im fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted Five TVs, my rims is so sidick I cruise through, your bitch just fell in love with it Baby, come in, girl, I want to give it to you Once Im in, its on, Im a freak with it Money comes quidick, hot shit, I spit it G Unit kidicks, blue New York fitted Shorty, want to cut, oh, yeah, Im with it She comes to my hotel room, she know shes gone get it Its exercise, my homie, hes been waiting, hes next in line People always talking about my reputation I dont love them, I dont need them I dont love them, I dont need them I dont love them I dont care what she do with him, its all good with me Suwoo They cant do it how I do it, Im number one, I knew it I do, I do my thing and gangsters bop to it Its hit after hit, damn, Im on a roll Im like James Brown now, man, Ive got soul No, I aint a pimp, hell, but yeah, Ive got hoes I was born to do this, when I breathe I make a killing Think Im bullshitting, my moneys touching the ceiling Cam buying condos, Im buying the whole building Im pissing on grown women, R Kelly do it to children You bet against me, boy, Imma hurt your feelings Because over and over, Imma keep on winning My Rolls Royces tinted, your Phantoms rented Thats why we never ever ever see you with it Man, everybody knows, like everywhere I go When 50 in the club, shit just goes out of control You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre, okay?

Niggas be schemin, fiendin To cut your jooks, take off the hook I come through there, look how they look Im ridin leanin, they dreamin They do me dirty if they could Im lookin like I wish you would Try me, go head, try me Niggas be schemin, dreamin Try me have you hooked to I-V Niggas be schemin, dreamin Mad niggas wan do me dirty, Im fresh out the tub You move like a snail you deserve to catch a slug Man I wake up huggin my bitch One with that extended clip, not the one that Im with If you all made man, then you know shit real They got change on Lil Mike, I aint trynna see him killed I told em thats my cuz, I dont wanna see nothin happen to him Cause when I start spittin at em, I aint rappin to em Now Im jumpin in that water like a diver Six shot survivors, school of hard knock scholars These niggas aint riders, they hiders, they cowards I feel like 50, hold power of a dollar I told my nigga give me one of them bullet-proof trucks I want you dumb enough to try and shoot it up Im lookin at the nigga lettin off Wait until you finish the clip, laugh then pulled off Niggas be schemin, fiendin To cut your jooks, take off the hook I come through there, look how they look Im ridin leanin, they dreamin They do me dirty if they could Im lookin like I wish you would Try me, go head, try me Niggas be schemin, dreamin Try me have you hooked to I-V Niggas be schemin, dreamin It sounds like a nightmare, I graduated from fightin Play the projects faster than the 32 man indictment See my baby blue Ferrari make em feel like the virus In they stomach, I keep it one hundred, I make em vomit I got a code name for straps, sacks in the trumpet I get to blowin, the ears will ring for days when I dump it My bullet wounds call em beauty marks And my ho we dont talk to narcs So the first 48 the clock tickin, the plot thickens The charge, cocaine possession, Im creepin with a firearm The Ds dont even wanna see me, with a firearm Before I go back again, Imma let it off They aint got to pop first, fuck that Imma set it off I need a mental eval, somethin wrong with my brainwaves Im rich as a motherfucker still ridin with a AK Picture me comin through lettin a nigga play me When I got all this bread, bitch its off with ya head, ASAP Niggas be schemin, fiendin To cut your jooks, take off the hook I come through there, look how they look Im ridin leanin, they dreamin They do me dirty if they could Im lookin like I wish you would Try me, go head, try me Niggas be schemin, dreamin Try me have you hooked to I-V Niggas be schemin, dreamin I had to be slippin to let this clown hit me up Now I gotta walk around with this shit bag for months Now I dont give a fuck bout a bitch or a nigga Startin to treat my own brothers like they just another nigga My clique got smaller and my clips got bigger Condom on my heart, motherfuck your feelings They call me Superman see I aint supposed to walk Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork, off See they aint real as they seem and they schemin They fiendin and dreamin, they geekin and creepin They hear tires screechin, infrared beamin Niggas head leakin, what the fuck was he thinkin? Sounds of police, momma signin new leases You know you got to relocate her when you beefin I guess youre here for a real reason Rah got hit like you got hit, but he aint fuckin breathin Niggas be schemin, fiendin To cut your jooks, take off the hook I come through there, look how they look Im ridin leanin, they dreamin They do me dirty if they could Im lookin like I wish you would Try me, go head, try me Niggas be schemin, dreamin Try me have you hooked to I-V Niggas be schemin, dreamin