50CENT 21 QUESTIONS [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...

with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch suns in my 7 45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don''t wanna see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe [Nate Dogg] Girl...It''s easy to Would you love me if Would you still have Girl...It''s easy to Would you love me if Would you still have Girl... love me now I was down and out? love for me? love me now I was down and out? love for me?

[50 Cent] If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn''t smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and 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''d get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I''m asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain''t rap ''cause I flipped burgers at Burger King would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin'' me? And in bed if I used to 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 go do what you like, I know you like that [Nate Dogg] Girl...It''s easy to Would you love me if Would you still have Girl...It''s easy to Would you love me if Would you still have Girl... love me now I was down and out? love for me? love me now (Woo!) I was down and out? love for me?

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[50 Cent] Now would you leave me if you''re father found out I was thuggin''? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I''m loving? Are you mad ''cause I''m asking you 21 questions?

Are you my soulmate? ''Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I''m staring 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 wasn''t me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that''s all it takes for you to be gone? And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile [Nate Dogg] Girl...It''s easy to Would you love me if Would you still have Girl...It''s easy to Would you love me if Would you still have Girl... Could Could I''ll Could Could I''ll 50CENT AFTER MY you you ask you you ask love me now I was down and out? love for me? love me now I was down and out? love for me?

love me in a Bentley? love me on a bus? 21 questions, and they all about us love me in a Bentley? love me on a bus? 21 questions, and they all about us

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(chorus) When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl your after me cheddar And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to I''m after my cheddar (50 cent) I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes When I just wanna chill you wanna go out See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out You say I''m wrong when I dog yo ass like I should now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good (chorus) (Lloyd Banks) when you think about me grinding my fans You even got more watch on but it''s to much time on your hands They say behind every good man is a woman So tash pull up stash the cannon linen I''ll never be your chofuer to the mall You''ll learn to appreciate cd''s and posters on the wall fatal attractions is mad real

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Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil''s (chorus) (Tony Yayo) They say money make the world go round Material things make a hoe go down I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG Bitch I''m rich but I don''t trick on GP That''s 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts Bitch play the strip and put in work Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract Now I got to double up in case the condom snap (50 cent) Look don''t ask me for shit man I aint got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can''t sing bitch Bitch I''m Luther Vandross in the shower G UNIT! 50CENT AS THE WORLD TURNS uh

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Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) 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 main tainn Hustalin aint a gamee Nigga go and gets the grainn Gon'' get tore out the framee T.Vs in the Rangee I''m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc ainee and Herio anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought shit stay the samee Nigga shit gon'' change Put a bullet in your brainn Nigga at close range Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn Aint nuittin funny mangg I''m about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I''m sayin, What I''m sayin, I aint playin I''ll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee Crackers''ll put ya in chains Box''ll drive you insane Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain That whole loose? is ill

You better crack the whip mang (Chorus 50 Cent) A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) A A A A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(50 Cent) I live Life in the fast lane Man I aint got nuttin ta lose Everythin a game Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee Nigga, you Go against the grain I''ll make you Walk wit a cane now nigga now Who you gon'' blamee When shit aint the same Nigga nobody hears your namee You got down wit a gangg O thirty one blood Ya''ll niggas do your thang You got 2 felonies Fuck it, go out wit a bangg Ya''ll niggas wanna hangg Wit niggas that fitlthy rich They aint even got ta talk To take your bitch One look was all it took She seen the benz o She seen them T.Vs And them big ol'' chriz omes A yo the bitch useta bring you dough Useta be your bottom hoe Now your paper comin'' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball az Politic wit the willies the real shot call az (Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate az tryin me Hoes is a bidein me Media ride me King a the underground So the streets is steady hide in me Representin sure taste az 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 ta break a bastards back Tore em up, get em ready ta port Put em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill Gorilla pimpin If I have ta mack ya wife then I will It''s 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 for treal (?) I''m on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without knoin Got you strippin and even hoe in You dont wanna let the pro in the door This what we showin A A A A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

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(Repeat) (50 Cent) 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 everything''ll be fine Bitch! (50 Cent talking over beat) Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here Huh bitch? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe? Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch! (Fades) 50CENT BACK DOWN Yea, G G G G G UNIT! Ha ha... Chorus: 50 Cent It''s easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don''t BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast (G UNIT!)

Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol G You ask about me, the young boy don''t BACK DOWN Any living thing that cannot co exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids, I''ll fuckin erase them Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his Knight to be Suge You can buy cars but you can''t buy respect in the hood Maybe I''m so disrespectfu cuz to me you''re a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy... [Chorus] "This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That''s Ja''s lil punk ass thinkin out loud Southside, Tah died, that''s just how I get down I''m back in the game shawty, to Rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I''m the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It''s been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah''s crack child Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good I ain''t never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I''m back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I''m New York City''s own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain''t tellin anyone you pussy I ain''t tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain''t over.... (G UNIT) I''ve been patently waitin to BLOWW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun Now that I''m back, you can''t sleep I''m a nightmare huuhhhh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain''t goin no where, I done told you nigga I''ma G Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G UNIT)

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50CENT BAD NEWS 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 pound''s in the house, bad news 40 Kal''s in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad

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[Lloyd Banks] I get little (?) mad cause I''m flossin'' bad I ain''t a wrestler, but I''ll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here at the horse''s head (?) Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks I don''t really like to exercise but I''ll push up on a bitch Y''all sweet like 99 bananas That''s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I''m just a playa that found out where the cokes know That''s why I''mma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man y''all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the 5th grade that''s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade [Chorus] I don''t like you, you don''t like me Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks'' back at it again) I don''t like you, you don''t like me Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Tony''s back at it again) [Tony Yayo] 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 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please 3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time 5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep 8th meet in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes 9th rule don''t say shit cause Po Po listen Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system And the 10th rule don''t 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 [Chorus] I don''t like you, you don''t like me Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends

Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it I don''t like you, you don''t like Its not likely that we''ll ever be Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it

again) me friends again)

[50 cent] Go ahead go against me I''ll hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence level''s high nigga can''t tell Licking my lips (?) like I''m ill, ill I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail From day one I came in the game they said I was hot They got scared, & 147;Cent got money& 148;, and I got shot You so much pressure on me when you compare me to Pac I''m just a new kid, I can''t help that I''m hot What little niggaz say to 50 cent don''t matter I''ll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies you scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, no not the (?) on my check I come through with my knife cause I''m a pain your neck (YEAH!) [Chorus] I don''t like you, you don''t like Its not likely that we''ll ever be Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it I don''t like you, you don''t like Its not likely that we''ll ever be Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it me friends again) me friends again)

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 pound''s in the house, bad news 40 Kal''s in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad 50CENT BANKS VICTORY [50 Cent] Yo, yo we can''t stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I''m high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta''s Yea faggot, if I want it I''m gon'' have it Regardless if it''s handed to me or I gotta grab it Don''t make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I''m cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I''m, 8 levels above you nigga I''ll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I''m 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 cowrads 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

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[Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle''s is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho''s home from college wanna fuck us I ain''t here to drop knowledge on you suckas I''ll sick rottweiler''s on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I''ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain''t a star, nigga plad ain''t bulbary You can''t tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I''m playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I''ll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I''m blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I''m in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I''m the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning''s a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I''m the young pimp pardon my age I don''t got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids Niggas find what club they at take ''em wit us, and run a train on ''em like a subway mac get advances from grey agra see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'' i go the college on the tour I''m goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera''s 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, I''m leavin wit cha nike''s bergendy, White T, bergendy you match now, back down niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re motes for liftin chairs You ain''t rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I''m a cab dispatcha you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive you ain''t gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized it''s a damn shame y''all still local I''m in a million dollar studio layin my vocals Nigga [50 Cent] Still in the projects nigga, you ain''t goin nowhere you gon'' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life and yo momma said, I''m supposed to tell you somethin..... to encourage you, somethin positive

aight well I ain''t gon'' lie to you muthafucka, he ain''t goin get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve fuckin dirtbag 50CENT BANKS WORKOUT [50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must But there only one problem niggaz Nigga yous front you gon get shot We fend to pump crack at cho spot Nigga ain''t nuttin change You move I''ll blow your brains be mad at BANKS ain''t as bad as BANKS down now, G Unit

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[Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent IN CAPS) These niggaz don''t really want war (nah) They just walk around frontin Cause I walk around stuntin Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea) If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh huh) Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO) I''m smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh huh) Not the type to go spark metal in Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea) 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 I''m done wit her It''ll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN) You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I''m hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA) Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh huh) Remember I''m a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped The only tigger 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 silly in color purple (UH HUH UH HUH) I know you wanna pop me but (but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send Sparks at you and I don''t mean Emilio or Bubba I''m aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas A pound and a philly hold the smuggler G Unit''s 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(HA HA HA) You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe) And you mad cause you blowin on oregano You niggaz''ll never blow Anyone to step in my ring is brave I don''t know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR)

Short stay leave her butt in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly I''m about to get this deal (uh huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka Seltzer pill I ain''t loud around a snitch (nah) I don''t crowd around a btich (nah) The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO) niggaz can''t stand the fact that I''m real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best (UH HUH) Bacardi at the chest(UH HUH) I''m similar to the young Marcus Darvy 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 (salty) Blowin steam like a cup of coffee Click POW get these fuckas off me [50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must But there only one problem niggaz Nigga yous front you gon get shot We fend to pump crack at cho spot Nigga ain''t nuttin change You move I''ll blow your brains be mad at BANKS ain''t as bad as BANKS down now, G Unit

Yea Lloyd Banks nigga Whats up nigga? It''s 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 niggaz 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 don''t give a fuck if it''s 4 in the afternoon nigga Any where you see me nigga Lets go 50CENT BE A GENTLEMAN [Chorus] It''s best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can''t save you once you go gangsta, friend [50 Cent] Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin'' Sticky and Ja I''ve movin'' on now, I got bigger fish to fry Since ''How to Rob'' a lot of niggas been naming names Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game

Still niggas acting like I don''t get down or something Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something You gonna talk about your chips till we run in your crib And you gone ask dumb questions like "Can I Live?" Look, If I shoot you, I''m famous If you shoot me your brainless, you said it yourself I''m slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you Swift enough to snatch the mack and pop that at you Take it personal see if I won''t send you to hell I''ve done told Ton and Pok? they better have my bail But if its over a mil don''t put the crib up dun Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run [Chorus] 2x It''s best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh, nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can''t save you once you go gangsta, friend (bo! bo! bo! bo! bo!...It''s gangsta) [50 Cent] Look I''m supposed to be cocky, I ain''t a po'' no mo'' I ain''t gotta steal from the corna'' store no mo'' Got my own crib, I ain''t sleepin'' on the flo'' no mo'' Bouncers don''t try to play me at the do'' no mo'' But when they see me they say search him "He might have the nine He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne" It''s been a while since a new nigga came tight like this Ya man, he aight, but he ain''t quite like this Niggas is feelin'' it The Benz pullin up on the set (uh huh) Me jumpin out 30 tho on my neck (uh huh uh huh) And since you said it was nothin'' to sweat (what) That you was outta line so here''s what you get A verbal ass kickin'' Jesus Christ sent me to test ya Let''s see how see how he act''s under pressure Till Makaveli returns it''s ''All Eyez On Me'' Till the feds build up cases and find pie''s on me [Chorus] 2x It''s best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh bwahh, bwahh nigga take Or Jesus Christ can''t save you once you go gangsta, friend (bo! bo! bo!, It''s gangsta) It''s gangsta, 2000 shit (Echoing) Ya''ll know what you need to do, get together, make a We Are The World record, faggot ass niggas) 50CENT BLOOD HOUND [50 Cent] G Unit, UTP Ha ha ha ha ha ha

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G Unit, UTP, G Unit, UTP G Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get ''em bucked [50 Cent] 50 Cent, that''s my name Man I ain''t fuckin'' playin'' I move on you wit'' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain Fo'' I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn) See me I put in work, man I been doin'' dirt For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out) Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid That''s when I start bringin'' them thangs out (thangs out) Then we go through the strip, hangin'' up out the whip Dumpin'' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn) When witnesses around, they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain''t see shit mayn (shit mayn) My soldiers slangin'' ''caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that) I''m sittin'' on some change, G Unit gots the game Come through here stuntin'' you get popped at (popped at) [Chorus] 2x I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don''t hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots but you don''t hear me though [Young Buck] I came in this game knowin'' niggas gon'' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I''m a rida'' (rida'') I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin'' ya mayn I swear ain''t nobody gon'' find ya (find ya) When I get lifted I''m tempted to tear your block up Your niggas can''t run cause I''m behind ya (behind ya) Me and Chilly in your city wit'' a couple nine milli''s You better stay in line bro'' (in line bro'') Cause if I walk it I''ll talk it, you know we''ll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro'' (gunfire bro'') Right now we smackin'' ''em wit'' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that''s what we keep that eye for (that eye for) I represent it cause I''m in it, UTP until I''m finished Juvenile, they can''t stop us (can''t stop us) And I admit it, I live it I''ll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin'' choppa'' [Chorus] 2x [50 Cent] My twenty inches spinnin'', you always see me grinin'' And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey) They hit me wit'' them bricks, and I ain''t pay ''em shit I''m outta town, they can''t find me (find me) When I come back around, man I''ma back ''em down I run up bustin'' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn) If you ain''t got a gun, and you can''t fuckin'' run

My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn) But if you get away and come back another day My soldiers''ll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn) Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay And we''ll come trippin'' through your set mayn (set mayn) Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head I ain''t payin'' no fuckin'' debt mayn (debt mayn) Cause you''se a middle man, but you don''t understand You''se a fuckin'' fake ass connect'' mayn (connect'' mayn) [Chorus] 2x 50CENT BRING IT ALL TO ME

[Natina] (Shamari) Yo, whoo this is hot, uh huh See what I believe (What ya believe Natina?) Yeah, I believe that Bring It All To Me Needs a remix, uh huh yeah (whoo!) like this Kick it ''Mari, uh [Shamari] I''ve been trying to figure you out for the longest time (uh huh) Everybody claims they don''t know you''re name (1 9 yeah) You appear to be someone I''ve danced with before And now I shall unmask to reveal your game (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I want you to come (come on) 1 & 150; [Brandi] Your man fading in and out And your man ain''t doin'' it right All you gotta do is say Baby bring it all to me 2 [Blaque] And I want you to come Dance with me, come and dance with me Romance with me (my baby oh yeah) Don''t be shy It''s a natural high baby And I want you to come Dance with me, come and dance with me Romance with me (my baby oh yeah) Don''t be shy It''s a natural high baby And bring it all to me [Shamari](Natina) The shadows blocking my place move over right now (towards me) Don''t give me away cause I still wanna know his name, please (Yo, yo, yeah) I don''t care how long it takes just to know him again (uh huh) I just wanna dance the night away And I want you to come (come on, dance) 3 & 150; [Brandi]

You can''t tell me that this joint ain''t hot I know how to make your body rock All you gotta do is say Baby bring it all to me Repeat 2 [Shamari](Natina) Feel me as I am to you I just wanna know your name (Let''s make it hot, come on, come on, come on, let''s make it hot) Why do I feel like a fool? (Everybody in the club make it hot) I might as well not complain (Yo, yo, yo, yo, 50!) [50 Cent](Natina) Shorty if you really want it Then you can get it the way you move Making me wanna hit it, I admit Got what you said stuck in my head And I can''t forget it Waking up hearing (Don''t stop get it, get it) Here go my number girl you can call me (bring!!!) In the middle of the night if you want me Listing the paper ain''t no wishing baby I''mma let you ball with me Just as long as you bring it all to me, come on [Natina] Yo, ay yo 1999 stole the spot Blowin'' it up, making it hot This is how it''s going down [50 Cent] *first line runs with Natina''s last line* This is how it''s going down See us on the yacht or in the drop Money we making a lot I bet they wanna know what''s next [Natina](50 Cent) Yo what''s the deal? Recording the track 50 and Blaque (Baby you know about that) Yo while we making y''all dance Say baby bring it all to me, come on Repeat 2 Repeat 2 w/ Natina ad libs [Natina] LA I want ya to dance with me Atlanta I want ya to dance with me New York I want ya to dance with me World wide I want ya to dance with me

LA I want ya to dance with me Atlanta I want ya to dance with me New York I want ya to dance with me World wide baby bring it all to me Repeat 1 & 3 [Natina] Uh huh, yeah 50CENT CORNER BODEGA

[50 Cent] Aight, check this shit out Y''all niggaz gon'' stay in the car I''m''a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don''t come out, y''all come in The money stays in the car ''til I say so... Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y''all niggaz is workin'' wit'' for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like I''m fam I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go I got a spot and I can''t 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 ain''t on no funny shit I''m on some get this money shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DA I sold dope in VA my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA I''ll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don''t remind me If I catch another case I''ma kill Guiliani It ain''t even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin ''round the projects on Mountain Bikes [Chorus repeat 2X] NY ain''t the same, it''s 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 [50 singing] Now, if you come to 1 3 4 and I''m not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down About my money man, about my money man 50CENT CRY ME A RIVER (REMIX)

(50 Cent) She aint that chick from the burbs thats a stranger to drama She that uptown girl wit the cocky personna When out my way to let her know that I want her

I told her I know for sure we belong together and I wouldnt break her heart my intentions are better And I shared the same dreams she had about chedda When the D''s came she was down to hold the BARETTA I got a thing for baby girl It''s me and her against the world (Justin Timberlake) You were my sun, you were my earth but you didnt know all the ways I loved you, no So you took a chance, made other plans But I betcha didnt think that they would come crashin down, no You don''t have to say, What cha did I already know, I found out from HIM now theres just no chance with you and me there will never be don''t it make you sad about it you told me you love me Why did you leave me all alone now you tell me you need me When you call me on the phone Girl I refuse you must have me confused with some other guy the bridges were burned now its your turn,To cry Cry me Cry me cry me cry me YA YA a a a a river river er er river river er er

You know that they say somethings are better left Unsaid It wasnt like you only talked to him And you know it (Dont act like you don''t know it) all of these things people told me keep messin with my head shoulda been honesty then you may not have thought it You don''t have to say, What cha did I already know, I found out from HIM now theres just no chance with you and me there will never be done it make you sad about it you told me you love me Why did you leave me all alone (all alone) now you tell me you need me When you call me on the phone ( call me on the phone) Girl I refuse

you must have me confused with some other guy (not like them baby) the bridges were burned now its your turn to cry So Cry me Cry me cry me cry me YA YA a a a a river river er er river river er er

Oh The damage is done So i guess i be leavin Oh The damage is done So i guess i be leavin Oh The damage is done So i guess i be leavin You don''t have to say, What cha did I already know, I found out from HIM now theres just no chance with you and me there will never be don''t it make you sad about it So Cry Cry cry cry cry cry me me me me me me a a a a a a river river er er river river er er river river...........

(50 Cent) Your smile make my day it''s simple, your dimple Your eyes, your lips, your thighs got me hypnotized Communication is deep, I love it when we talk Hate it when you leave but when you leave I love to watch you You make a nigga forget about a life full of DRAMA She got expensive taste she get it from her momma Materialistic still a nigga wanna consistantly miss her Touch what she don''t, she smell like CHANEL She feelin me and I can tell With the right woman by my side I feel like I can''t fail I been around been up my attitude if fuck it now, she a rider I''m in heaven when I am inside her Workin up a sweat, kissin on her neck Twirl play in the deck four bit correct Have her drippin wet She look in my eye and said she like but I know she love it I just keep doin what I''m doin and think nothing of it 50CENT

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Flows, bones, crushin'', it''s nothin'' I come up with somethin'' Come through your strip, frontin'', stuntin'' It''s something you want, 745 chrome spinnin'' Haters hate that I''m winnin'' Man I''ve been hot from the beginnin'' Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy ''Cause I can''t control my temper, I''m fittin'' to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I''m down to get it poppin'' Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot), you know I ain''t stoppin'' Till my clip is empty, I''m simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with Hollow tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin'', still locin'' what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Right now I''m on the edge, so don''t push me I aim straight for your head, so don''t push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don''t push me I got somethin'' for your ass, keep thinkin'' I''m pussy [Lloyd Banks] I cross my bigger nigga, and I didn''t cry To young to understand, the consequences of a man Livin'' a lie, I gotta get that money I''ll be damned if I''m bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas ''Cause they frontin'' 20 years, of watching my mama''s tears Got my heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bomb, cause I need it These niggas don''t want me ballin'', they want me buried Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry Layin'' your bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer ''Cause I''m a stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels, gonna call my number Under my chest is a heart of a lion I ain''t lying, bounty killers got me flyin'' With my iron, high as a giant I''m runnin'' from nothin'', my stomach is touchin'' What I''m clutchin'', to give you more than a concussion, end of My blood is colder, so I''m bolder And it''s either soda, hood on my shoulder Look in the mirror, I see a soldier [Chorus 2X] [Eminem] These are my ideas

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This is my sweat and tears This is shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears This is me, who''s got to be What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boopers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies Frontin'' like it''s all fun and games, ''til they shot up bang When you see your brains hang and you see we ain''t playin'' Ain''t sayin'' we ain''t layin'' down at night and ain''t prayin'' I bullied my way in this game, man I''m done playin'' Man I''m done sayin'' that I''m done playin'' I''m a start layin'' into these motherfuckering cocksuckers There''s no way I''m back down, like a god damn coward I can''t, how would I look as man, bowing to his knees Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at ''em, please Oh, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall You want to see Marshall? I''ll show you Marshall I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showing you fuckin'' old farts, A whole other side, I wanted to not show you So you know you''re not dealing with some fuckin'' marshmallow, little soft yellow Punk pussy, who''s heart''s Jello, ''cause [Chorus 2X] 50CENT DOO WOP FREESTYLE

Aiyo, I know these niggas don''t like me But I don''t like none of ya''ll niggas, you know what I''m sayin 50 cent, 9 9, motherfuckin doo wop Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan'' take it Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas You ain''t never heard a motherfucker spit like this Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot I''m the next best thing since Biggie and Pac Now I''m sayin this shit slow, so you don''t miss it Don''t be a statistic, my jewels from the district Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted Son I''m off the meter, my mind locked on crime See I''m tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine And I''m tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange You sit your 5 dollar ass down, before I make change Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad Fresh out the jail, shit is really real Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don''t tell 20 man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this Niggas know, I ain''t never pressed for dough And niggas know, I don''t serve nobody I don''t know Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z. My man brought em to me, see he ain''t really know b pellet

That it was hot, dude was a cop He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop First I served him o.z.''s, then I served him whole keys Now we all co de''s, damn man I O.D. You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat Po Po walking to beat, we burnin l''s up in the jeep Ain''t nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic It''s over I can''t believe it, damn it''s over Fed''s ceased the six, the Lex'' and the Range Rover Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla Used to never get high, now I''m never sober 380 6 shot glock top load up Keep it in my waist son, I''ll put one in your face I ain''t got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place Just jumped bail, I ain''t been on the run long But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon 50CENT FAT BITCH We over here... with some fat chicks

[50] Nah, I don''t be fuckin wit them fat bitches That''s Yayo [Chorus] Don''t be stuck on the things they say now you know it''s a nasty world (you know it''s a nasty world) I ain''t fuckin wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain''t never gon discriminate so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes) Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat [50] 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 ain''t 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 ain''t gon lie, I''ll 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 it''s on See your ass wearing some tight shit, we like "She wrong" [Chorus] Don''t be stuck on the things they say now you know it''s a nasty world (know it''s a nasty world) I ain''t fuckin wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl You''s a nasty girl (know your a I ain''t never gon discriminate so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)

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[50 Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but you''s a big bitch man Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat That Burger King dun got your ass fat fat McDonald''s dun got your ass fat fat That Dominos dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat [Lloyd Banks] I like ''em slim in the waste, curves in the right place A bitch wit hips, lips, and a nice face Your appetite''ll 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 ain''t always have hair I just wanna see your Capri''s comin'' down Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds [Chorus] Don''t be stuck on the things they say now you know it''s a nasty world (know it''s a nasty world) I ain''t fuckin wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl You''s a nasty girl (know your a I ain''t never gon discriminate so let me compliment your eyes [50] I''ll say something nice about ya eyes, cause you''s a big bitch Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat Them Entenmann''s dun got your ass fat fat Them Little Debbie''s dun got your ass fat fat These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, It''s nothin'' but a little baby phat phat [Tony Yayo] I ain''t no trick, I ain''t have to borrow with my wallet Freakin'' off in your car, on your closet It ain''t nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl If you can cook your ass off, I''ll give you the world You can be skinny or fat, white or black Nigga pussy is pussy so, yeah, I''ll hit that I''m a freak, sure I love minage a trois And I really care lees if you twice my size [Chorus] Don''t be stuck on the things they say now you know it''s a nasty world '' It''s a nasty world I ain''t fuckin wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl You''s a nasty girl I ain''t never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes [50] I''m a compliment your eyes Yayo''ll fuck wit you big bitches but I''m a stay the fuck away Them Twinkies got your ass gettin'' fat fat Them cookies got your ass gettin'' fat fat That paint got your ass gettin'' fat fat

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Bitch you grown, that ain''t baby fat fat Stay the fuck away from, you fuckin fat bitch Fuck wit Tony Yayo, ho 50CENT FUCK DAT BITCH

[Fifty talking] If a bitch don''t like me somethin''s wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch) [Dave Hollister singing] Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now? [Fifty talking] Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know, thats how this shit works, you know? they supposed to love me now baby, I''m hot now baby, I''m doin'' it now. [Chorus (Dave Hollister singing)] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I''ve been wantin'' to fuck wit'' you for quite a while is the money makin'' you wanna fuck with me? Whoa...if money''s gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright. [Verse 1:] Whattup Shorty, I ain''t seen you in many moons, talk to me, how''s life been treatin'' you? good I hope, y ou got a smile that only a fool would forget and a figure that''ll leave a nigga droolin'' and shit there I was, kickin'' my game pickin'' her brain buggin'' ''cause a while back I met this bitch on the train she wasn''t feelin'' me, I pulled up, she wouldn''t talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit but on the sidewalk we ain''t play games we exchanged numbers and names I went back to the Range I heard her Girlfriend whisperin'' "I know that nigga, he rich" she think I got six whips ''cause me and my Man switch anyway, her name is CeCe she said she go to BMCC push a ''98 328 with chrome BB''s she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin'' to G me. [Chorus] [Verse 2:] It''s hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya type that''ll hold down the Tre pound for ya they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave ''em the World Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit? oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you ''bout the dick? nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit''?

platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin'' of it know you wouldn''t fuck with me if I had no ends probably wouldn''t fuck in the whip if it wasn''t a Benz I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints Man, I don''t care if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I''m gettin'' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don''t stop. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] One thing you can always count on is change and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range would''ve felt broke if you couldn''t get your change now it''s hard to find us or stay behind us while we on the 900 double R Hondas watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs all these hoes ain''t Madonna fans but all across the World you can find a material Girl I sip Dom ''till I earl take ''em two at a time quick I get in they mind have ''em thinkin'' they mine bust off then tell ''em "Bust a Uey, on mo'' time" I''m like the reason ya''ll niggas can''t eat this year got your bitch breakin'' her neck to peep this here c''mon..uh huh...c''mon. [Chorus 2x] [Dave Hollister] Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on...get the fuck on... [Fifty] Yo, Shorty..tell your friends ya''ll ain''t fuckin'' with us..aww man...look...he ain''t mean that shit.. c''mon thats just records..niggas is playin''.. we wasn''t serious and shit.. 50CENT FUCK YOU [Chorus: *Scratching*] Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x Styles "I don''t give a fuck" 3x Styles "I don''t give a fuck who you are" Pain In The Ass " Fuck You" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I''m even, even better than before" Styles "I don''t give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I''m just, I''m just, I''m just best" Styles "I don''t give a fuck who you are"

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Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I''m even, even better than before" Styles "I don''t give a fuck who you are" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I''m just, I''m just, I''m just best" [Verse] Either I''m trippin'' off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin'' I''m havin'' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin'' Comin'' up, I was taught never back down That''s why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain''t a shell left Come with my gun smokin'', you can smell death They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on ''em There''s a lot of talk in the streets about me Niggaz know, ain''t nothing sweet about me Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who''s somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up LET''S GO Chorus (Different Variations) [Verse] Maaaaaaaaan I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me Figured they''d get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy I been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic" If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Matola ain''t shootin out in the hood wit me I''ve been shot 9 times my nigga that''s why I walk funny Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma''s prayers the only reason I''m here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy That''s why you bitch like me, so I''m a heavyweight How dare these niggaz take me lightly? I ain''t come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me My own homie said "50, you done lost yo'' mind" Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine Chorus [Different Variations] [Verse] Can''t find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain''t hot" When I drop, I''m sound like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up Jukes me, A week later y''all be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasn''t always crazy This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me

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The D''s call me by my government name I be dumb and shoot up parks Have niggaz runnin'' like "Jesus Comin''" There''s wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart So when they come home, the come home Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede" Talk''ll get you shot in New York BBBBLLLLATTTTT Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat But I aint tryin do Hard Time like Pistol P See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street You niggaz uptown''ll "Stan" me in the street Ha ha Chorus [Different Variations] 50CENT FUNK FLEX Funk Flex Yeah, G Unit You understand whats about to happen? huh .. huh? (do you understand?) Nigga guess who''s bizzack It''s not Beanie Sieg'' or Jay Hov'' 50 Cent y''all niggas should know Don''t make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo'' You punk nigga I done told you before Fuck being in a cage, man that shits for the birds I do my dirt in the hood, but I live in the burbs When you talk be careful how you choose your words Cause I send niggas to put ya fuckin brains on the curb Am I my brother''s keeper? Yes I am Nigga you know they gettin low you see that gun in my hand G Unit don''t go fuckin with my soldiers, boy Get laid out, im''a say I told you boy See you rollin with 20 niggas, we rolling with 20 guns 16 hollows is loaded in every one I know you slow, so I do the math thats 320 shells flyin at your ass (ha) You spend a lot of time talkin about how you ball out When u get hit you gonna run and bleed till u fall down I guess you didnt think we was down to go all out One second, you was wrong You ain''t on the shit we on My money getting long Now my team getting strong I''m gone Gone Nigga guess who''s bizzack It''s not Beanie Sieg'' or Jay Hov'' 50 Cent y''all niggas should know Don''t make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo''

You punk nigga I done told you before Nigga guess who''s bizzack It''s not Beanie Sieg'' or Jay Hov'' 50 Cent y''all niggas should know Don''t make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo'' You punk nigga I done told you before ... 50 cent And I''m back to act up so strap up Funk Flex Kingpin style Ya heard me C''mon, c''mon Make me cut something Make me bust something C''mon, c''mon I want you to C''mon 50CENT G UNIT SOLDIERS

[Tony Yayo] Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [50 Cent] Yea...Niggas salute me Uh huh [Tony Yayo] We takin over this shit (50 Cent) Yo [Tony Yayo] G Unitttt [50 Cent] G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Tony Yayo] Whatcha say whatcha say? [50 Cent] G Unit solider (gun cocks) Ride out [Lloyd Banks] Yea...Yea... I''m from the hood where the drop outs is bangin for the feelin For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks) We gamble on ball courts

Keep the paint peelin You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin I''m stuck in the past Shit changed since the 80s (What) I know ladies, that got babies wit babies Out here its basketball and speedbags And guns that''ll stiffin you up like freeze tag [Tony Yayo] You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re up (Yayo) Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top While I''m ridin on 20s in the juky drop top So never show love wit ya left hand You''ll lose 5 liters of blood a thug''s a dead man (come on) (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit solider (gun cocks) Ride out (Tony Yayo) Home of the new right here (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Lloyd Banks] Nigga...Nigga Niggas know I''m hot But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh) Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on) I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes Dont pop a wheelie (blaaadt) I aint straight I''m livin where its hot and sandy And the Benz''s complexion is cotton candy I bounced up, thats the best part You niggas don''t know what pain is The only scar on ya body''s a stretch mark (stretch mark) [Tony Yayo] Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open Cause it''s liver than P 89s when we approachin (what else) Listen homie We got AKs and Remintons For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball

So if you see me in the club I''m in the bathroom stall Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Tony Yayo] 50 whatcha say?? (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out (Lloyd Banks talking over beat) Yea...G Unit man.. We runnin the streets man We takin this rap shit over man This serious man its more then rap nigga Mention this nigga 50 name nigga I''m blowin niggas brains out nigga Thats my nigga right there Yea...it aint a game no more Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks Same go for them nigga Blow ya fuckin head off nigga G Unit klick My nigga Proav L Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood 134 nigga We got yall nigga Yea...uh..uh 50CENT GET OUT THE CLUB

(50 Cent talking over beat) It''s gangsta nigga It''s too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha It''s gangsta nigga It''s too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha (50 Cent)

Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won''t show us no love BITCH Never thought you''d be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We wanna parlay wit you (50 Cent) I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea) Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names Bitch why don''t you take ya ass home and quit playin games They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea) They want me to trick, I ain''t P. Diddy BITCH (woo) I''m gone show em now I''m gone show em how (show em how) How we break it down This is how it''s goin down Them bitches think pussy precious Them niggas they wanna test us Got beef so we be wearin vest es Look I don''t give a fuck nigga Bitch I aint buyin no pussy Nigga you''ll die if you push me Nigga you know I''m holy Bitch picture me rollin Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it While I''m ballin she by my side wit me But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me Get out the club bitch (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won''t show us no love BITCH Never thought you''d be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won''t show us no love BITCH Never thought you''d be on that loser shit You on some movie shit (50 Cent) My whole team gettin dough bitch On the low bitch, friends''ll kick a nigga do'' down fo sho bitch Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you On that pre Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then You fix ya make up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz

I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy Thats where we buy the ice at the right price Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga Shit hit the fan, we fuck around and murdered a nigga Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin Fuck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won''t show us no love BITCH Never thought you''d be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won''t show us no love BITCH Never thought you''d be on that loser shit You on some movie shit (50 Cent) This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg" I aint bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?" Bitches know I be buggin when they don''t show me no lovin I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin When ever I''m around motherfuckas stop joke in They know how I get down, I be motherfuckin Loc in Shorty she like Bussa Bus, she love Nas She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won''t show us no love BITCH Never thought you''d be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won''t show us no love BITCH Never thought you''d be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH (50 Cent talking over beat) 2000 shit motherfucker you know how this shit goin down This is my shit, from now on this is my shit Nigga can''t eat, nigga can''t sleep, nigga can''t do shit Unless I say he can nigga Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I''ll leave wit 4 stiches

Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult You and every motherfucka that roll wit you You bitch ass nigga I''ma see you Nigga is sweet like candy I can get cha now or later You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa Nigga is sweet like candy I don''t care how much you pray Nigga I don''t care how much you paid And you sweet like candy I can get you now or later, later, playa 50CENT GHETTO QU''RAN (FORGIVE ME)

[talking] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y''all niggas know about the dirty south? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I''ve sinned Over and over again, just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again, and again Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow muthafuckas I''m a break it down iller See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain''t get blunted Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five hundred As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize cat Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin I ain''t believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX R Had the four runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don''t be suprised Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies Like L A N Y''s, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect Them niggas who shot ''em got ''em for ten bricks Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave ''em more bricks [Chorus] That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I''m on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto''s Quran I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin Life''s a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin Man I''m a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar

Gamble all the time like country curly head Prince and Tata Po po under pressure too, they know what they facin Go against crews like B Bo and killers like Patty Mason A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior Might sound like I''m fantasizin, but son I''m dead serious Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian FEDs couldn''t catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion [Chorus] Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky Cally Rodney Bump and Chick, shit A lot a niggas flow the way I flow but ain''t been in the game all their life so don''t know who I know Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain''t rich by twenty six, I''ll be dead or in jail Comin up I heard sippin to much booze''ll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose I''m forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow don''t kill you the Mac will [Chorus] 50CENT GREEN LANTERN *gunshots* 50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick Feel this... (non stop) ... *gunshots* Motion picture shit hahahaha [50 Cent] Now don''t think I won''t hit you cause I''m popular I got a P 90 Reuger to pop at cha Catch ya slippin'' i''ma give you what I got for ya My clip loaded wit'' 16 shots for ya Never had a hot gun on your waist and blarin'' to shoot Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you? Homie you ain''t been through what I been through You not like me and i''m not like you I''m like a animal wit'' it when I spit it it''s crazy Got semi autos to put holes in niggaz tryina play me

One shot is not enough you need least a 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 I''m gangsta to the core nigga you can''t 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 Spit shells through your convertible Lowest you notice? Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is raw 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 *gunshots*

50CENT GUN RUNNERS (Phone ringing) (Fifty) Aww man...who the fuck is callin''?.. I don''t even wanna answer this shit...Hello? (Man on phone) Whattup nigga it''s Black remember me from way back? we used to go to school together man, I got your number from Heather she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got and if I like it I''ll cop (Fifty) Damm nigga, you hot you talkin'' like you tryin'' to get a nigga knocked what time is it? man, it''s fuckin'' 4 O''clock I shouldn''t sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block I ain''t got time to waste man, where this nigga at? I''m in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see ''em pullin'' up slow in the BM I popped my trunk to show him what I''m workin'' wit'', first I showed him the Teck I told him Niggas give these shits respect but you don''t want this, Man these shits is known to jam this is a little smaller here, and a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger 16 shots, hollow points will go through ya and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid, two shots and you can wet like half a block this shit here gets my dick hard, it''s a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots if you can''t kill your beef with this you need to stop c''mon, pick somethin'' now nigga, you know it''s hot (Other Man)

Man, stop actin'' like that nigga, just show me what you got (Fifty) aight, nigga look, I got Two 380''s, one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks they all hold 21 shots look, I done been through all my shit nigga, so tell me what you want (Other Man) (Click clack) It''s hard to choose man, I think I''ll take ''em all (Fifty) Oh, you gon'' do me like that? I got one more piece to show you, my Deringer, I keep it in the small of my back it''s a two shot, it''s chrome, my initials engraved in it (shots ring off) look at you now, you had to get it your BM? I''m takin'' it, shit, you don''t need it park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak he gon'' give me more cream so I can cop mo'' gats Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks said "Don''t go by the gamblin'' spot, that shit gon'' get wet" 50CENT HEAT (Skit) "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don''t want that shit" "I don''t give a fuck, I don''t play dat shit" "And I''m fin''nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That''s the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten up" "I''ma get in the other car" "Aight" *a car revs up* *gunshots*

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[Chorus: 50 Cent] If there''s beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I''ll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There''s no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don''t care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court I''ll kill you I ain''t playin, hear what I''m sayin, homie I ain''t playin Catch you slippin, I''ma kill you I ain''t playin, hear what I''m sayin, homie I ain''t playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I''m candy till ya fuckin skull get popped

And ya brain jump out the top like Jack in da box In the hood summer time is the killing season It''s hot out this bitch that''s a good ''nuff reason I''ve seen gangsta''s get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God''s on ya side, shit I''m aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It''s a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don''t think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain''t good If you was smart you''d be shook of me Cuz I''d get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let for me (Chorus)

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[50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can''t wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they''ll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I''m down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I''m happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I''ve been in I''m by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin''nin to get get shot it won''t do ''em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones''ll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain''t the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it''s gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don''t wanna get shot I suggest you don''t go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I''ve done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin''nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha 50CENT

HIGH ALL

THE TIME don''t need Cris need shit I smoke that good shit I''m on some hood shit

(Chorus) I don''t need Dom Perignon, I Tanqueray and Alize, I don''t Nigga I''m high all the time, I stay high all the time, man

Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter I''ll spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit I''m high all the time, man I''m on some hood shit (Verse 1) Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell''em HOLD up, You ain''t gettin money you ain''t smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo Hiiigh as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef Man you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holler get''em girls Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Perelli''s to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I''m gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D''s sick, they searched the whip and they can''t find the They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud (Chorus) (Verse 2) Now if you heard I done started some shit It ain''t because I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain''t because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I twist that la, la, la, la I get high as I wanna nigga Go against me, fa sho, you''s a goner nigga I don''t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, don''t stare at me man I''d hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G Unit!" There''s no competition, it''s just me, 50 Cent, motherfucker, I''m hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne (Chorus) (Verse 3)

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Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines You don''t want me to be your kid''s role model I''ll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O Dog My team they depend on me when it''s crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it''s lunchtime You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won''t leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so ain''t shit you can tell me Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money I ain''t hurting, I''m doing good I ain''t got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood (Chorus) G Unit, are you G Unit, are you G Unit, are you Nigga, ready or 50CENT HOW TO ROB ready ready ready not, here I come, come, come

[Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I''m sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I''ma crook with a deal If my record don''t sell I''ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I''m straight from the street These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat I''ll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch And I''ll wake up early and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny I''m about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now I mean right now" The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail An entertainer can''t make bail if he broke as hell I''d rob ODB but that''d be a waste of time Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine I''d follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for Don''t want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door I''ll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground"

You ain''t with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me I''m a klepto nah for real son I''m sick I''m bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I''m bent and when I get like this I don''t think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I''ll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son? [Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga? [50 Cents] Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down I figured it out Been robbin Joe before that''s why his ass don''t wanna be a playa no more Mad at you I''m robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!! Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down well you tell homey I''m on that Treach shit, I do my Dirt All By My Lonely I should rob Clue man his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain''t sell I hit the studios take shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I''m stickin them up Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said "Why you robbin me I got Nuttin But Love for ya!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I''d flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it''s mine? I''ma keep stickin niggas until I''m livid I''ll rob Boys II Men like I''m Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens I''m hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin off Big''s first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More" Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People [Madd Rapper] (chorus)

For real yo you know what I''m sayin? Niggas got to get stuck up that''s just how it goes down It don''t matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don''t matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain''t fuckin around Track Masters ain''t fuckin around Crazy Cat ain''t fuckin around The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not 50CENT I SMELL PUSSY

Son you smell that? What''s that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that you Tah? Y''all niggas is pussy I''m ballin'' now nigga now watch me (watch me) Ain''t nothin'' you can do to stop me (stop Me) You niggas get so emotional (emotional) You remind me of my bitch. It''s not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe, But she doesn''t understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her) Like being on probation makin'' it harder for me to except her as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I''m not at home she''s thinkin'' that I''m not alone probably out tryin'' to bone anything in the street I let her know she can leave I ain''t tryin to tie her up but see it''s hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami I''m not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game) But I don''t play by the rules I''m focusin'' on my moves that way I''ll never lose See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz''s with 22''s Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head Catchin'' feelin''s ever since the first time I slept in your bed I''m not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah) I can''t say I love you I dont know what that means I''ma pimp. [Chorus: (x2)] Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy [Verse 2:] When I first met her I did anything to get her (what?) Paid all her bills and filled the ''fridgerator (uh huh) Reminiscin'' on late nights when I try to lay up but couldn''t get off cause your baby would stay up She even crashed the whip tryin'' to switch in the third lane That''s when I realized this bitch was a bird brain A pigeon writin'' her baby pops in the box in the prison

Sing sing is where he biddin'' She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals Baby wipes and cans of Infamil Moter bike and grams of fish scale It''s a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills Turnin'' young niggas with princables to old men with debts And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control [Chorus: (x2)] Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy [Verse 3:] I''m wonderin'' when I''m gone if you''ll miss me (miss me) or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy I''m fuckin'' with you I''m feelin'' your shape I''m feelin'' your eyes Later on I''m feelin'' your ass and feelin'' your thighs (come here Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh) I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah) I''m into tongue kissin'' and four play all day Mama ain''t home so the noise is okay O.D.B you know he like it the raw way Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck Now you learnin'' (whoo) The Lords blessin'' makes me wiser as the world''s turnin'' My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'' Whether we''re just kickin'' it or sexin'' (uh huh) I''m a pro baby game to perfection (Yeah) So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and When niggas get out of line I check them man [Chorus: (x2)] Girl you know I like it when you climb on top Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

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Yeah Don''t think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv Runnin'' around takin'' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin'' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch Punk ass mothafuckas All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga Ain''t no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga. Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl Come on gimme some love girl Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs] You know they say I''m sexy now Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me

50CENT I''M GONNA BE ALRIGHT (REMIX) (J Lo) Oh yes (50 Cent) Uh huh, yeah I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe your tears The reason you have the courage to confront your fears The reason there''s two karats in each your ears I sperge with the paper ma'', I don''t care How ya like the pumps, boots, jeeps, coops Make celebs fifty fall off never What''s mine is yours and what''s yours is mine So when I shine you shine Camon and fine the champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Don''t let your friends get you confused saying 50 bad news I need ya in my life girl you''re too good to loose (J Lo) It''s funny cuz for a while I walked around with a smile but Deep inside I could hear voices telling me this ain''t right Don''t you know it''s not for you I always knew what I had to do But its hard to get away ''Cause I love you I just tried to stay (Chorus) I used to say I couldn''t do it but I did it After telling everbody that i wasn''t with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And I know inside I''m a be alright I said I couldn''t do it but I did it After telling everbody that i wasn''t with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And that voice inside says I''m gonna be alright (J Lo) Friends of mine say to me Say you got control over me You''re not alone, I played my part I saw the way you were from the start Could I expect so much from you You had a girl when I first met you Did the best that you could do Now I realize I can''t change you (Chorus) (J Lo) Said I wouldn''t walk away Somedays I want to stay But leaving you is what I need to do to be okay Never thought it would be true

Me living without you But now it''s time for me to make that move (50 Cent) Yeah Uh huh Yeah Now when I tell you what my wishes are you don''t respect it When I smile at you, you don''t smile back to recconect it You ain''t even gone long but I already miss you I need you next to me so I can hug you and kiss you All the talkin on the phone All the time we share How could you fix your mouth to say I don''t care I had plans for us to buy ice together Engagement rings and things and share life together Now when your friends tell you 50 called you like whatever Do you think we were wrong for each other from the start Or was it my actions that made us fall apart Just want you to know you''ll always have a place in my heart (Chorus) (J Lo) Oh no Be alright yes Oh no Says I''m gonna be alright (Chorus) 50CENT I''M A HUSTLER

Rule number one don''t go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names (gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and the poor don''t get fuckin thing Don''t mean nothin changed but the things my money bring My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail You peoples got pleany money actin like they ain''t got bail I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I''m sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines An old timer schooled me don''t burn bridges my friend Imagine the G Dub close and yo ass gotta swim I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk He said I told em if he came around I''d clap him, I gave him my word Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve (chorus) (Jadakiss sample: If it wasn''t for the flow I''d probably have to double Back bubble crack) (Jay Z sample: yea yea I''m a hustler) 3x (chorus)

Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin feminine With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke you get ten you''ll damn near do nine Hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality The streets I know''em like my ABC''s Stay away from the D''s and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred g''s fore you see three hundred C''s Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key''s Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don''t want ''em next to me If its on mother fucker believe I''m gonna ride I''m the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride Letters on my shirt read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY (Chorus) They say I don''t sound like a killer well how a killer sound I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down See many men live baby and many men die Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high Here''s a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same friends always change I don''t quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat You can get him in the face dog or down his back All bullshit aside now its time to be honest I fear no man for death is all thats promised I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine Don''t nothin change in the game but faces and names Skate to wait to date and the jake (chorus) 50CENT IF I CAN''T Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent] If I can''t do well, homey, it can''t be done Now I''ma let the champagne bottle pop I''ma take it to the top Fo sho I''ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I''m sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes I''m 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I''m around quit playin nigga you can''t shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?

Be easy nigga, I''ll lay your ass out Believe me nigga, thats whut I''m about, gangsta You could find a nigga sittin on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I''m gone (Yea!) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can''t do well, homey, it can''t be done Now I''ma let the champagne bottle pop I''ma take it to the top Fo sho I''ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)] I''m down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin Cuz you''ll get hit & homicide''ll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO''FO'' 20 inch rims sittin CHRO CHROME Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz don''t rob me they know I''m down to die for my chain G UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood G UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good? I''m waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I''ll blow em off the map With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It''s a wrap" (It''s a wrap, nigga) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can''t do well, homey, it can''t be done Now I''ma let the champagne bottle pop I''ma take it to the top Fo sho I''ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, I''m dirty dirty I''m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya''heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there''s up''s and down''s, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God''s plan homey, this ain''t mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent I''m the drop out who made more more money than these teachers Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features I am whut I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it Fuck it [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can''t do well, homey, it can''t be done Now I''ma let the champagne bottle pop

I''ma take it to the top Fo sho I''ma make it hot, baby (baby) If I can''t do well, homey, it can''t be done Now I''ma let the champagne bottle pop I''ma take it to the top Fo sho I''ma make it hot, baby (baby) Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha 50CENT IN DA CLUB [50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It''s your birthday We gon'' party like it''s yo birthday We gon'' sip Bacardi like it''s your birthday And you know we don''t give a fuck It''s not your birthday! [Chorus] (2x) You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I''m into having sex, I ain''t into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed [Verse] When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it''s 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain''t nothing change hold down, G''s up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you''ll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love ''Pac But holla in New York them niggas''ll tell ya im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I''m feelin'' focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I''m still on the grind Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go [Chorus] (2x) [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me That bought me all my fancy My crib, my cars, my pools, Look nigga I got K Mart and the doe things my jewels I ain''t change

[Verse] And you should love it, way more then you hate it

Nigga you mad? I thought that you''d be happy I made it I''m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my junk get to pumpin in the club it''s on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain''t concerned I''m a tell you what Banks told me cause go ''head switch the style If the niggas hate then let ''em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub You know where we fucking be [Chorus] (2x) [Talking] (laughing) Don''t try to act like you ain''t know where we been In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga G Unit 50CENT JERK [50 Cent] Next and (Uh huh) Next and Next and Next and 50 50 50 50

up

either nigga

Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life Playboy November issue page three was my wife I ain''t never had a problem with going for dough I did a Jordan in the box I grew it myself I go up and down like a merry go round Visions of some...splash I touch on myself when ain''t no shorties to touch me After this joint half the hood gon'' want to fuck me [R.L.] I can imagine you''re here In your Vicky panties and brassier yeah It''s like your sexy moans I hear Got a player gettin'' wet down there, I swear I close my eyes and when you appear Me on top you on top even from the rear yeah Call in sick to work Can''t get worse, damn I''m a jerk 1 [Next] I''m all alone and I''m trippin'' my girl I keep on missin Got me fiendin'' for the kitten I call but she don''t listen I make the decision to handle my own business Back and forth with the rhythm Till I make the jizm I''m a jerk

[R.L.] I e mailed you, tried the cell too Tried to contact you But I failed too Pants swelled too What should I do? Touch myself? When I thought about you [50 Cent] Yo, yo at the end of the road Home sick than being sick of home I''d rather have a short to help me Then do it on my own Check me out I''d rather beat my own dick than trick That''s a quote from BIG I take it back ya dig? I play the block to get my work off D''s come I murk off Do a bid for rape fuck that I''d rather jerk off Listen time''s money so I''m only into quickies I''m not a pretty boy so I ain''t never been picky I make it real easy for you to bop to this Man I pop the Cris and I rock the wrist New CL 500 I''mma cop this shit It only come hard top so I''mma chop this shit Ballers they don''t chase chicks they chase chips Champagne you take sips they guzzle the shit Only a selected few can rock to this Kaygee, 50 Cent, Next, ya stoppin'' this? Repeat 1 (2x) Loving me like me Especially when wife be acting funny Cause it don''t need for no money And it can be so lovely Take your hand and aim to please Don''t drip a drip on your Dungarees Take a towel and cover your jeans Move it back and forth till you see babies Repeat 1 (2x) I''m a jerk, if your a jerk How do it work? Show me how you move it back and forth now baby For the guys and the girls Move it all around now work, oh yeah 50CENT JUST FUCKIN'' AROUND [50 Cent] You can hum all you want to Cum all you want to But I ain''t gon'' want you If nobody wants you

You like the smiles n the dimples on my face BITCH that''s a bullet wound I ain''t MASE! 50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin'' tonight I got some dro, got some henny We can go and get right I ain''t never been arrested for nothing domestic But I ain''t gon'' lie I''ll punch a bitch in the eye Look, don''t play games with me baby The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP! I don''t wanna make love I just wanna fuck I''m only in town tonight If you give me some head Tony, give you some head A''ight Cause I ain''t giving you no head, bitch Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though Nada Mean That''s why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha Alright now, Sha let''s get to some hard shit! [Beat Changes] [50 Cent] If I make it to heaven I''ll probably be in the bitch lonely Walk around saying, ''Everybody in hell know me'' You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies You probably thinking how he get there That nigga my coatie The weather in hell is kinda hot You know like the block I heard it really burns Homie, you know like a shot That''s alright for me shit Cause Im in the drop Drive around heavy Tryna find BIG and PAC Niggaz think when they die All they problems stop You die in jail, and wake up in hell Still on lock Imagine if you stole something and you got shot Wake up holdin'' your head, still shot Niggaz don'' died of AIDS You know the dirty dick Wake up in hell horny Fidna fuck the same bitch DAMN Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH The only nigga hotter than me Dead already nigga I know what you thinkin You thinkin that''s it Yeah nigga let''s just keep it short and sweet

You know! 50CENT LIFE''S ON THE LINE

Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that''s okay Cause I don''t like y''all anyway ... And I don''t like y''all anyway Fuck all y''all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Whattup homie For bitches who don''t know me ... They wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me [Verse One] I came into rap humble, I don''t give a fuck now Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown Coke price go up, cats is come down The D''s run in my crib, I''m nowhere to be found The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks They keep it on ''em, right there in they ass crack When I don''t like a nigga, I don''t pretend to I''ll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu Look, I ain''t goin nowhere, so get used to me OG''s look at me and see what they used to be I''m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain''t in his right mind, goin against me My picture''s painted through words that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! (I don''t believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don''t believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life''s on the line!) [Verse Two] Y''all niggaz don''t want no parts of me I''m tryna figure out how y''all started me Make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I''m not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I''m handsome I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It''s no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on ''em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on ''em" Beef, you don''t want none, so don''t start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son

[Hook] [Verse Three] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That''s why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV''s in the dash, pa See ''em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain''t tryin I ain''t lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here''s a list of MC''s that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm Jay Z and Nas I''ma say this shit now and never again We ain''t buddies, we ain''t partners and we damn sure ain''t The games you playin, you get killed like that Actin like you all hard, you ain''t built like that See me when you see me nigga, one (one) [Hook] Y''all niggaz don''t want no parts of me I''m tryna figure out how y''all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six 50CENT LIKE MY STYLE

friends

[50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I''ll show you how Wanna get rich I''ll show you how On ya mark, get set, let''s go, switch the flow Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe The original don dada nobody bomb harda Ya heard what I said boy, I''m hot, I''m hot The hoodrats they say "He so crazy" The snitches they say "He tried to spray me" That''s what you get for tryin to play me The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY No matter how you try you can''t stop it I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket Front and find out how my P 40 glock hit "50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this Where I''m from the D''s tryin to knock us They swear to God that it''s me sellin the choppas

Man I ain''t give them lil niggas no product [Chorus: (Uh huh) (Uh huh) (Uh huh) (Uh huh) (Uh (Uh (Uh (Uh huh) huh) huh) huh) 50 Cent] I know you like my style But how much do you like my style You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I''ll show you how I know you like my style But how much do you like my style You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I''ll show you how

[50 Cent] The birds they say I got a way with words I be like "baby girl I like them curves" If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve I''ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard From the tellie in ten minutes I''ll make you a believer Tongue touch ya''ll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure I make hits about what I do in my leisure G unit gang, can''t another clique out to see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us Try ta holla at the kid, e''ery time they see us Girlfriend quit pretending I''m the nigga ya love And I ain''t got to say nuttin you know that I''m thugin Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I''m buggin We family baby, kissin cousins Now look what the riff raff done drug in For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven I''ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)] Em said you gone like my style Dre said you gone like my style I said you gone like my style (Uh huh) You gone like how I break it down [Tony Yayo] You''re not really, really ready (ready) The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY! You''re not really, really ready (ready) My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin You''re not really, really ready (ready) Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin You''re not really, really ready (ready) You think ya ready, ya not (ya not) Really really ready (ready) 50CENT LOVE ME

[Obie Trice] You don''t see me in the hood, it''s cause I''m doing this man Niggas, I''m still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens I''m still getting chased by those lights Only the light''s lime, and my mic''s on And my time is none, because I''m writing more I don''t hear to meet a soul in this business I''m here to eat, speak, until these ho''s feel this I ain''t gonna let you derail me, man I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie ''Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going And that rap going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town It''s forever, put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it''s Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese, rhyme ''til my voice give out This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now I''m here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love,

on

bitch

[Chorus] I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don''t love you, bitch) I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night (Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money we don''t love no bitches, though) I just wanna love, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night [Eminem] There''s a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice ''Cause it''s sort of unique ''cause you know it''s me My poetry''s deep, and I''m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can''t sit still, it''s like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep I''m strapped, it''s known any minute I could snap I''m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It ain''t even funny, I ain''t even hungry, it ain''t even money You can''t pay me enough for you to play me It''s cockamamey you just ain''t zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock a doodle, my clock''s coo coo I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I''m just brutal It''s no rumor, I''m numero uno, assume it There''s no more humor in it, you know I''m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch [Chorus] [50 Cent] And all the bitches say My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain''t about the flow, it''s ''bout the stones and the chain If I was you, I''d love me too, I roll like a boss Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I ain''t gon'' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit Let me find out he fucking ''round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape I''m convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho''s

I thought Lil'' Kim was hot, ''til she start fucking with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD and didn''t have no beats That boy D''Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt ass, for his record to sell My back shots ''ll help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big Ben taught Charli B''More to deep throat (yea) [Chorus] [50 Cent] I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold I just wanna love you, yea 50CENT MAKE MONEY BY ANY MEANS (Chorus 50 Cent) It ain''t easy to make money (Whoo) So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh) You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh) Fuck wit mines, I''ma view you at ya weight money It ain''t a game (Verse 1 50 Cent) You can call me player yeah, but I ain''t playing fair (Uh huh) Takers say I''m the hottest thang comin'' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha) In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems I walk up close, and I fo'', fo'' revolve ''em Don''t make me run to you, put the gun to you Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you Thug niggas in the street saying I''m sunning you Dude I''ll smoke you every motherfucker under you People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do For now on, when I speak, y''all niggas better listen Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain''t in no condition Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha) (Chorus x2 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background) It ain''t easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I''ma view you at ya weight money It ain''t a game It ain''t easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I''ma view you at ya weight money It ain''t a game (Verse 2 Noreaga) Yo where my down South niggas at, I''m playing piddy pat Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat It''s Nore now, here look read the story now My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip And if I don''t feel a nigga, I don''t get on his shit Y''all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick I like my hoes just like Summer, no class you, ha ha

And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass Why y''all niggas acting like, it''s all ill in y''all square Motherfucker you ain''t know that it''s a hood everywhere Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles Sending out roses, condolences, notices Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan Yo in they ground, niggas that don''t get no bound Y''all keep my word, don''t love no bird Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb (Chorus 50 Cent) So now everybody wanna take money You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a Fuck wit mines, I''ma view you at ya It ain''t a game It ain''t easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a Fuck wit mines, I''ma view you at ya It ain''t a game

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fake money weight money

(Verse 3 50 Cent) Yo it''s all about the cash you getting Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life Bitches I don''t love no of ''em, the guns I''m running ''em Punk niggas I''m sunning ''em, every chance I get Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip For these babies faggots flippin'', dial 1 800 TIPS Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat ''Cause when I stick you, you gon'' cough it up like you bulimic I''m no magician, but I could make, somethin'' outta nothin'' Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that''s pumping So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest Me 50, I''m ya motherfucking mid life crisis (50 Cent talking) Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon (Chorus 50 Cent) It ain''t easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a Fuck wit mines, I''ma view you at ya It ain''t a game It ain''t easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain''t a thug, matter fact you a Fuck wit mines, I''ma view you at ya It ain''t a game (50 Cent talking) Know what I''m saying 50CENT MANY MEN (WISH DEATH)

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[Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I''m hungry as a motherfucker [50 Cent] Ay yo man, damn what''s taking homie so long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [Intro: 50 Cent singing] Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I can''t see I''m trying to be what I''m destined to be And niggaz trying to take my life away I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon'' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me Cause I''ll come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death ''pon me Lord I don''t cry no more Don''t look to the sky no more Have mercy on me [Verse One] Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain''t dead I''m the diamond in the dirt, that ain''t been found I''m the underground king and I ain''t been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I''m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I''ve been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go''head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain''t over [Chorus singing] Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death ''pon me Lord I don''t cry no more Don''t look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me [Verse Two] Some days wouldn''t be special, if it wasn''t for rain Joy wouldn''t feel so good, if it wasn''t for pain Death gotta be easy, ''cause life is hard It''ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars I don''t see only god can judge me, ''cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I''m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? [Chorus] [Verse Three] Every night I talk to god, but he don''t say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn''t know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain''t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can''t read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it''s clear that I''m here, for a real reason ''Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain''t fucking breathing [Chorus] 50CENT P.I.M.P. (Chorus) I don''t know what you heard about me But a bitch can''t get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can''t see That I''m a motherfucking P I M P (Repeat) (Verse 1) Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I''m from New York

I ain''t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I''m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can''t see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P I M P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I''m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I''m a P I M P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I''m a P I M P Come get money with me, if you curious to see how it feels to be with a P I M P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I''m a P I M P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I''m the one you should call I''ll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve''em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain''t bout shit I''m your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH (Chorus) (Verse 3) I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I''m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when I''m done I ain''t gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it''s secret, but you ain''t gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I''ll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I''ll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain''t paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK (Chorus) Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there''s no b''ness like show b''ness In the hood they say, there''s no b''ness like hoe b''ness ya know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I ain''t got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH 50CENT PATIENTLY WAITING you my favorite white boy, right?

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I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass''ll get rolled on (It''s Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I''m a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It''s Fifty!) [50 Cent] I''m innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord''s blessins leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain''t even got to try to shine God''s the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source''ll quote When I die, they''ll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man''s world, I''m similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone''ll stop ringin again These industry niggas ain''t friends, they know how to pretend [Chorus] repeat 2X

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[Eminem] If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save you It''s like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they crazy but they ain''t crazy, let''s face it Shit basically they just playin sick They ain''t shit, they ain''t sayin shit, spray em'' fifty A to the K get in the way I''ll bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me? Don''t let me lose you, I''m not tryna confuse you When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the messege? Am I gettin through to you? You know what''s comin, you motherfuckers don''t even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em'' up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not It''s like a fight to the top just to see who''d die for the spot You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot Y''all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers There''s nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty

[Chorus] [50 Cent] If the gun spark I''ll hear all of the shots go off It''s fifty, they say it''s fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It''s fifty, man that wasn''t fifty Don''t holla my name You shouldn''t throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth Cause I''ll break yo face Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake You goin & 145;gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I''ll split ya Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers I''m the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey I''m down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in ninety four, & 147;We don''t love them hoes& 148; I got pennies for my thoughts now I''m rich See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes [Chorus] 50CENT PLACES repeat 2X

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[Intro] Yeah Shady... Aftermath.... G UNIT!! [Chorus] I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain''t the place for me I''m warning you to, not tempt me I''ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2) [Verse 1] You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin'' You should be stressin'' up in the fucking teach you a lesson Rap 101''s in session, Em laced the track that I''m blessin Smith and Wesson''s the weapon in case you was guessin'', escape lesson Caps in my benze, I''m beginning to end Watch the 22 spin, My hoes a perfect ten I got shot but I got up and I''m back at it again Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn''t win but tend to be friends At first you fail, try, try, try, try again I''m the best don''t you get it, forget it, when I spit it its crazy You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its shady Aftermath in your ass bitch! If it''s not a classic, when it''s done we trash it Flow I got it mastered

Stunt and get yo'' ass kicked, bastard When messes get drastic Crock''s made out of plastic Cock and aim it blast it! Run nigga, now stash shit! [Chorus] I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain''t the place for me I''m warning you to, not tempt me I''ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya (whole in ya) (x2) If there''s a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon Imma drink til I get to that bitch Introduce me to the burbs, they gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my shit & 150; Break it down! [Verse 2] Picture a perfect picture Picture me in a pimp hat Picture me starting shit Picture me busting my gat Picture police mad dey ain''t got a picture of that Picture me being broke Picture me smoking them stacks Picture me coming up Picture me bitch from rags Picture me blowing up Now picture me going back To my momma basement to live, shit Picture that! Where I''m from it''s a fact, you gotta watch yo'' back You wear a vest without gat, you''s a target jack Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back! 50 cent, too legit, man I''m bent, I''m outta here! [Chorus] I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain''t the place for me I''m warning you to, not tempt me I''ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2) [Outro] Ha ha, man I aint'' going to jail, not even to visit a You wanna holla at me, you write me Matta fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Blvd up in the Riding around in one of Dre''s Ferrari''s nigga Oh matter fact, I might be in Detroit, riding around 8 You know, in one of Em''s joints and shit, ya heard I got places to go man, ya know Shady aftermath, we fittin'' start printin'' money, ha Putting our faces on these motherfuckin'' bills, shit, Ain''t shit you can do about it... 50CENT POOR LIL RICH nigga Mondreal mile road ha ha ha ha ha ha

[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing bitch get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty its only right that we ball together I''m into bigger things y''all niggaz y''all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow My pinky ring talk it say fifty I''m sick That''s why these niggaz is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my shit See I''m alive man I really don''t care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me I''ma blaze it in My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in [Chorus: repeat 2x] I was a poor nigga Now I''m a rich nigga Getting paper now you can''t tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo'' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga [Verse 2] New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it''s all good Fuck around we crip walking in the wrong hood I''m fresh up out the slammer, I ain''t no fucking bama I''m from the wild whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I''m done (yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that''s why u mad chump Don''t make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat I can''t go commercial, they love me in the street I''m real bloody man, the hood love me man Don''t make me show up in ya crib like bro man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing C O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen [Chorus] (2x) I''m in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday I''m in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game But she don''t know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work man [Chorus] (2x) 50CENT PT2 & BUMP HEADS

[50 Cent] I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears The reason there''s two karats in each of ya ears I splurge with the paper ma, I don''t care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine So when I shine, you shine The finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Don''t let ya fears let you confuse sayin'' "fifty''s bad news" I need you in my life girl, your too much to lose [Beat switches] [Hook] Nigga, you won''t deny that Then you''ll bump heads wit I''ll put a hole in yo ass, That it ain''t cool to fuck I''ma fuckin'' ride out me you''ll see wit me

[Tony Yayo] G Unit, I roll wit gorillas Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas I ain''t tryin'' to be dirty, still on the strip I''m tryin'' to be dirty, filthy rich Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy Give Tony too much dope, I''m pushin'' the big boy V12, SL detailed I rap and wait for them checks in the mail If you hatin'', your due time life will expire Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!" Where I''m from, niggas be on some sleak shit They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick And this ''dro and this nestle got me right So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes I''m on first class flights heading towards Vegas Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players I roll a seven, cause we crap table players [Hook] Nigga, you won''t deny that Then you''ll bump heads wit I''ll put a hole in yo ass, That it ain''t cool to fuck I''ma fuckin'' ride out me you''ll see wit me

[Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put I''m hidin'' out, so my meals is home cooked I deal wit more ho''s than a chinese phone book Your high with your messed up ratchets I''m out blowin'' haze bags the size of ketchup packets Fuck who''s in ya ride, there''s tools on my side By the females standin'' with tattoos on they thighs There''s a lot of cats losin'' they wives

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Cause next time I see ''em, they got black and blues on they eyes Nah, I ain''t ready to die, but I''m prepared But I''d rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard They know me in the field, the kid with the fans That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille If you talkin'' bout millions throw me in the deal Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherfucker 50CENT RAP GAME [Bizarre] The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you''ll ever have You can''t learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I''ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You shoulda slayed me as a baby Behavin'' shadier than Wes Craven And you ain''t even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin'' a nigga down daily You face me, punk it''s over, you''ll faint fast I''ve never fucked up to where I can''t whoop ya ass You''ll neck''ll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin''? It''s cool but fools, just don''t confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it I''m scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas With a gat that''s bigger than Godzilla''s back nigga You are not realer, in fact you''re feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y''all presidents since he smacked And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain''t gotta rap But I''m thankful for that, don''t mistakin'' me black Cuz you''ll be stankin'' in the back of a fuckin'' Cadillac [Eminem] I''ma get snuffed, cuz I ain''t said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped out When I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped out Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight *gunshot* (AHH!) Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down That I won''t go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever ain''t tied down upside down I''m all for America, fuck the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch Take away my gun, I''m gonna tuck some other shit Can''t tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit''s like a samurai sword or sensai Shit just don''t change to this day I''m this way, still tell that utsl ay itchb ay Ucks ay my ikcd ay, ''scuse my igp ay atinl ay

But uckf ay you igp ay [Chorus: 50 Cent *sung* ] This rap game, this rap game I ain''t sellin'' my soul for And I ain''t diggin'' no hole Man, I''m tellin'' you, no it This rap game, this rap game I ain''t sellin'' my soul for I ain''t diggin'' no hole for This rap game, this rap game

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[Kon Artist] I wouldn''t wanna be drinkin'', drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I''ma rap ''til y''all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I''m sayin'' you motherfuckers don''t know us, quit playin'' If I''m broke, then I''m breakin'' up in the place where you layin'' You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? OK, you win, you can say we can''t rap But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack [Kuniva] I walk in that party and just start bussin'' *gunshots and screaming* Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction" This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know The Time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga) I''m low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive by on the tenth speed with 50 Ya feelin'' lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese With ya seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin'' addict They said no fightin'' in the club so I brought me a ''matic Coughin'' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit Poppin'' the tablet and guns that saw you in half [Chorus: 50 Cent *sung* ] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin'' millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3 D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911 cuz you need the police to help you believe me [Proof] I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street niggas twistin'' my words We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin'' in common The nastiest band with gas in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse, fuck ya stature dog Nothin'' to do with hands when I clap at y''all

Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound Then I''m gone outta town ''fore the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game) [Bizarre] I''m too fuckin'' retarded I don''t give a fuck about my dick That''s why I''m datin'' Lorraina Bobbet My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps Well I really didn''t, but I did accordin'' to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezin'' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe My little girl, she shouldn''t listen to these lyrics That''s why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she If rap don''t work, I''m startin'' a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook [Chorus: 50 Cent *sung* ] This rap game, this rap game I ain''t sellin'' my soul for this rap And I ain''t diggin'' no hole for this Man, I''m tellin'' you, know it ain''t This rap game, this rap game I ain''t sellin'' my soul for this rap I ain''t diggin'' no hole for this rap This rap game, this rap game 50CENT REACT Ladies and gentlemen Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188 Intro/Chorus: Onyx Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (repeat 2X) [Bonifucco] Real thug shit unplugged Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride''s coke in my eyes and got me shootin'' at a ghost cause it looks alive to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke Here to get those, snakes get it the most G''s overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so.. Ladies and gentlemen [Sonsee] It''s going on right now

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Official Nast'' don''t be playin around, we lay it down Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin You got in the way, sorry to say You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee''s not in the day All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit Chorus [Fredro Starr] Yo, yo I''m on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms [50 Cent] The shit''ll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash The only thing I ever lost I couldn''t find was time Son some crackers locked me up that''s how I lost my mind Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him He didn''t listen told him give me the shine The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin it was 50 Chorus [X 1] Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex When convicts''ll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice Life in the drain niggaz money''s got my gold chain thicker Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga From coast to coast I keep the toast My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist [Sticky Fingaz] AHHHHHHHH I seen death, almost died twice tonight Sell my own mother out if the price is right I hate life, gimme the glock about to join Biggie and ''Pac and you comin like it or not GET OFF ME! Let me go, don''t hold me back Where my real thugs at? Baby THROW YA GAT! Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs Chorus Killin it (2X) glass

Chorus Ladies and gentlemen Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188 [?] Word up yo, Official Nast'' Gettin cream, Onyx, we move with the many crews We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down Nine eight, word up get your shit straight You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up What? Bring yo'' shit to the club Bring yo'' heat to the street Official Nast'', shuttin shit down WHAT?! Ladies and gentlemen Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188 50CENT ROTTEN APPLE

(50 Cent) I''m on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I''m with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation Nigga you play around, I lay you down That''s how it''s goin'' down Don''t play wit'' me, I don''t have patieeeeeents My headachin'', and I need my medicaaaaaaation Niggaz be hatin'', they don''t know what they faaaaaacin'' Nigga you play around, I lay you down That''s how it''s goin'' down I be in court throwin'' signs like I''m a maaaaaason Nigga witness against me, I''ma eraaaaaase ''em If they try an runaway, I''ma chaaaaaaase ''em Now with the pound, and I''m a lay ''em down That''s how it''s goin'' down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That''s how we get down 22''s on the jeep Somthin'' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That''s how we get down (50 Cent) Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don''t live long in New York Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slippin'', then get hit wit'' like three In every hood in the US, I''m that nigga they feelin'' Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin'' right Teachin'' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck

We in the hood nigga schemin'', what you expect? My S on 22''s leave ya hos confuuuuuused On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you" My love live ain''t 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 That''s how we get down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That''s how we get down 22''s on the jeep Somthin'' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That''s how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck''ll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give ''em the word, you gonna get yo'' ass hit I don''t know why niggaz like to talk bad about me I''m the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they''d like to be me and can''t live my life You should here they be sayin'' man "50 be flippin''" "Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin''" I know death is promised, I don''t fear gettin'' murked It''s when a nigga half way killa 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) Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich? I''ll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces That''s how we get down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That''s how we get down 22''s on the jeep Somthin'' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That''s how we get down 50CENT ROWDY ROWDY (50 Cent) Yo LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze

Son I ain''t even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold now you heartbroke, that''s what you get for lovin them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it''s like a stickup kid runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit A bad bitch that won''t blow dick It''s like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murda any mic device, for the right price, I''m nice I only say tthings once, never twice, dont fuck with me Chorus: 50 Cent St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it 50 cent ain''t gonna kill ya nigga, don''t get doubted Got your gun, well don''t leave home without it The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it They''ll kill you and act like they don''t know shit about it Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it (50 Cent) Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back I bet niggaz will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?" I''m the type nigga to dare you to touch the ? I''m the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back Im F to the I F T Y C E N T Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons in a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin I plan to take over New York and start expandin Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung "I''m Jammin''" Nigga fuck with my cash and I''ma blast yo'' ass Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ?? Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots I''ma find yo'' ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I ain''t playin with you, I want my money motherfucker Chorus (50 Cent) Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word? He had the same shit you got on dog, word? I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard? I run with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit You won''t let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot I''m that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry niggaz with me straight from the street Cause these three niggaz are startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggaz live in section eight of public housing They murder you and keep shit low cause niggaz heard of you Chorus 2X

50CENT SAY WHAT

YOU WANT

Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?" I''m a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit I got beef wit any nigga I can''t make no money wit If I can''t make no money wit you, fuck you nigga G Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup [Tony Yayo] I get money, money I got so its a 100 grams or better when I''m going to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier And my down bitch as a holster, like I''m supposed ta heavy pistol sales for living my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue while I''m out for the ends, you out for a rep thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress see me in a black lex, hard top My mink drop top, fresh out the carlot I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?) So I''m gon sell like the box office features Niggas in the hood can''t see G UNIT! but deep in they heart they wanna be G UNIT! cause we got them three b''s: benzes, burners and bitches and plus we on the road to the riches [Chorus: repeat 2X] You can say what you want about me As long as you don''t get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out [Lloyd Banks] Lately I been going through a phase Hope they aint tap the phones Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones Therefore I''m on the move with the squad I''m stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a broad I''d rather put shoes on the car A pool in the yard You don''t really wanna fool with the god Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards In this game, you only make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty Tryin to be cool Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on Keep rappin for your hood, I''m rappin for benzes And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)

a school

What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un Huh) Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from watching Brucie B Look, I shot the sheriff And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot Here''s the plan, I''m a keep stackin my ends Till I''m on airplane seats in the Maebach benz I''m all about the chips I done took them trips 22''s on the 6 26 on the bricks And them outta town niggas, I''m chargin yall more I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug Gimme his watch and his chain We not the same, he a lame He want pussy I''m bout my money man Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange I''ll see you another day motherfucker it''s 50 Shots ''til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker [Chorus] 50CENT SLOW DOUGH Trackmasters, 99 shit Huh uh, huh uh, yea [Chorus] Slow dough, is better than Get caught talking to popo They hit you with the fofo My niggas is loco (loco) Yo to diss me that''s a no Y''all niggas is so so (so That''s why you ain''t got no dough (fa sho) (what you say to him son?) (blaow, that''s right) no (no no) so) no dough (broke ass niggas)

Put me through any test I bet ya I''ll pass cause I''m a cheater Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba''s My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of Adidas And ain''t shit come between us Look I''m winning now and I''ma keep on winning I see with you ain''t nothing changed same ginen same linen Fuck the don shit, nigga I''m an armed convict I live wild beat cases before a trial Grand jury style I''m foul You wondering why I don''t smile I''m 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 don''t know you better go and ask someone

shell toe

50 Cent is my symbol and my name Symbolizing the change that I''m bringing to this game Things''ll never be the same (never the same baby) [Chorus] Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot Like I won''t grab the glock and run up in your spot Six double O drop I''ll put two in your knot And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you''ve got Here I stand on the alley on godrule Same spot where rob got shot The block''s high Warrent squad flashing my mug shot Everybody know I''m loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo Pump the six and push the volvo I hear they go kuku and go puff loco I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo But keep that on the low do, nobody''s supposed to know, yo I make 16 hundred off of every ho do Fucking with the cash flow that''ll get you blast yo (haha) I always get the last laugh yo [Chorus] I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck While you niggas race neck to neck While niggas who live from cheque to tech I ain''t even going to front I ain''t 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 I''m 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 ain''t been through what I been through and this shit ain''t that easy (one) [Chorus] 50CENT SOLDIER [50 Cent and DJ [Hook] (I''m a (I''m a (I''m a (I''m a Whoo Kid talking] G G G G UNIT! I started my own gang UNIT! UNIT! I started my own gang UNIT!

dolo

soldier) soldier) soldier) soldier)

[50 Cent] It''s a fact homie, eagles don''t fly in flocks But the eagles I got own sixteen shots Like beefin'', homie I ain''t sayin'' a word I''ll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar

Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself If you lucky motherfucker, I''m solider I told ya Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin'' the dust Five point O, burnin'' the cluth, while I''m burnin'' the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, I''m turnin'' it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin'' or what You done told me you respect me, now tell me I''m the nicest Admit it nigga, I''m a mid life crisis [Hook] (I''m a (I''m a (I''m a (I''m a soldier) soldier) soldier) soldier) G G G G UNIT! UNIT! UNIT! UNIT! I started my own gang (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin'') I started my own gang (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)

[Lloyd Banks] It''s like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks been blowin'' on purple stuff before that fat nigga Henny''s make dollars, and dollars make death threats I''m doin'' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next Duck nigga, everdays war I''m heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA''s store Don''t make me send the piece at you I''ll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo Look creampuff, you can get killed here Nigga you ain''t invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair I''ve always been a picky man, but I ain''t a flowered star So I''mma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin'' the crown, airin'' em down We''re in the pound puttin'' fare in the clown I''m running with gangstas, don''t make one of em shank ya [Hook] (I''m a (I''m a (I''m a (I''m a soldier) soldier) soldier) soldier) G G G G UNIT! UNIT! UNIT! UNIT! I started my own gang (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin'') I started my own gang (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)

[Tony Yayo] I''mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber Four five six feet, I off ya feet I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep Your records can''t sell, your company is buyin'' em Give it up, Burger King is hirin'' You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot Talkin'' to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now I''m choppin'' big birds and them bundles too For that Master P money, that shoppin'' spree money That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money I''m tryin'' to build empires across the state line So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime I jump out with a nina and a mack

I have you like Khia, my neck, my back 50CENT SURROUNDED BY HOES

[Chorus: repeat 2X] Everywhere I''m at everywhere I go, I stay surrounded by hoes Even when I''m tryin to be on the low, I''m recognized by hoes Man, its gotta be cause of the dough, its got to be cause of the dough Cause the game sure wasn''t like this before, it wasn''t like this before [Verse One] 50 Cent I''m makin hits now Don''t try an act like you ain''t heard I''m the shit now Some bitches changed, cause they know I''m fittin to blow You should see how they react when I come through the door In the club my niggaz, we fittin to ball out Drink till we fall out Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out I''ll have your punk ass on the dance floor tryin to crawl out I had bad luck, then my luck changed up You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up You ain''t hear what I charge for 16, I''m makin a killin These other rap niggaz just catching feelings (Chorus) Haha, yeah Yeah that''s it nigga, what the fuck you thought I ain''t giving niggaz more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle The fuck you want for free man Ya''ll niggaz be wanting a lot for free man Fuck them other niggaz, other niggaz can''t rap That''s why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing man You know what I mean Fuck that shit man, I ain''t gonna sit there rappin to you all night Haha, the fuck man Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork We work hard nigga 50 Cent 50CENT THAT AIN''T GANGSTA Verse 1: How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch? you gon'' get it on nigga or you gon'' snitch? I represent niggas in the hood gettin'' rich man, I stack chips and I unload clips after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard some niggas started fightin'', some niggas found God you know me, started sellin'' leek in the yard yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers big as Hell in the joint wearin'' ''86 numbers damm Dog, you been in here that long? you could think that, but say that and yo'' ass is dead wrong a convo is only three words, "yo whattup"

you ain''t gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up let a nigga find out you on some goin'' home shit and you tryin'' to bounce without payin'' a loan, shit some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team I''m hard as Hell to get along wit'' so it never fails a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin'' the lye I sent him a little kite just to be blowin'' his high and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now? If I catch you in the yard I''m''a ox you down niggas you think is real really can''t hold they own I''ll have ''em on some E.T. shit tryin'' to phone home in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome it''s similar, infact they''ll both split ya dome scars are souvenirs, niggas always take ''em home. Chorus You got blown over the jack? (that ain''t gangsta) Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain''t gangsta) rockin'' a vest with no gat? (that ain''t gangsta) you only a thug when you rap? (that ain''t gangsta) niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain''t gangsta) you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain''t gangsta) niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain''t gangsta) If you ain''t bustin'' ya gat (that ain''t gangsta) Verse 2: You''d call me an Animal if you seen me livin'' on lock I stay in a box cats be shook when I''m visitin'' pop ulation when I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don''t play Son" "yeah, somethin'' really wrong with that nigga..." max out, I''m goin'' straight for the glock bust a u turn, I''m goin'' straight to the block the things that''ll happen if niggas say I can''t eat down goes the window....out goes the heat I''ll make the whole block look like a fuckin'' trackmeet some get it in the leg, some get it in the back some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax it''s extortion, it happens in the hood often claim more lives than choices, free abortions Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice ''cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice I rock shit ''cause I stay on that block shit that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit see the difference is I''m real and you not, kid I still stash crack money in my sock, shit ya''ll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six Guiliani and Pataki can''t stop this since ''86 my whole clique pop Criss. Chorus 5 5 1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! 1 3 4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! What the fuck you know about that?

50CENT THAT''S

WHAT''S UP

(Chorus Banks) G Unit, G Unittttttt,G Unit, G Unittttttt,G Unit,G Unit (repeat) (50 Cent between Banks) G Unit nigga that''s what''s up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that''s what''s up (Lloyd Banks) Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smile just not today In my hood they let the choppers spray Somebody probably got shot today I named em pop when niggas surfboard You aint stoppin me dawg Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet Man you wanna play wit a ringer? I aint a peoples person I''ll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you) Even though I got the shit in the stores I''m like a nigga that borrow clothes Bitch, I''m tryin to get in ya draws Man I''ll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids I''m blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I''m gased, cause I''m on the radio and I can''t wait If you aint up on thangs Lloyd Banks is the name, G Units the game Now I know to keep low when the heat blow I''ll have niggas post up on ya block like I''m shootin the free throw Still get the green from P dro, better known as Pedro I''m ghetto like a patty ya egg roll Yea they feinin to stick me, they don''t know the meanings is wit me Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney You only spend time at the mall On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea) (Chorus Banks) G Unit, G Unittttttt,G Unit, G Unittttttt,G Unit,G Unit (repeat) (50 Cent between Banks) G Unit nigga that''s what''s up (repeat 6x) That''s what''s up (50 Cent) Keep thinkin I''m candy

Aint nuttin sweet about me Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make Cause my Deez''ll make fiends do the up town shake I''m a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin They say "God bless the child that could hold his own" You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make I got a ruger on my hip You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin Look homie I''m down for that day time action Keep thinkin it''s a game time in front of ya home Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea) (Chorus Banks) G Unit, G Unittttttt,G Unit, G Unittttttt,G Unit,G Unit (repeat) (50 Cent between Banks) G Unit nigga that''s what''s up (repeat 6x) (Tony Yayo) Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy And even though the kid rappin I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don''t get moved on Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts Then breeze through ya projects When the coke come back It''s the China White And the d don''t sweat us in a bag a rice Let''s ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth''s a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them niggas that ran And, those niggas in the hood don''t wanna see me famous They rather see my moms make funeral arangements I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, it''s Tony 2 times Beware of my wraith, I''m gone school you niggas Prepare for class Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps (Banks) Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga G Unit nigga We about to gorrilla this industry man Yall niggas better know Yall niggas better fear us nigga Word to my mother nigga

janitor

Fuck yall niggas wanna do 1 2 4 nigga G Unit 50 Cent Tony Yayo Lloyd Banks nigga Bllllatttt 50CENT THE GOOD DIE YOUNG

[50 Cent] Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now niggas be thinkin'' I''m crazy right? you are crazy.. I ain''t crazy... you are crazy.... atleast I don''t think I''m crazy I think my shit is hot, I think I''m hot you hot but you crazy.. why they wanna?..man..I don''t know... [Verse 1] It''s the money that makes shit get ugly It''s the money that makes these hoes love me It''s the money that makes niggas wanna slug me man..I thought the money would make it all lovely Yo, I actually write what I do or see the felonies from day to day make me say what I say when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso''s Don''t cry for me, smile for me and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile'' for me remember the good times, the chips we stacked the clips we packed and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote was from my heart so it''ll always be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my shit, don''t fuck with my art sometimes it sounds like I''m playin'' but I''m sayin'' this shit is real, it ain''t a game. [Chorus repeat 2X] They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine [Verse 2] First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big I''m convinced it can happen to anybody kid so I get vest up when I get dressed up in the hood it''s messed up, niggas runnin'' ''round shootin'' shit if it''s Dom that you drinkin'' fill up my cup if you got somethin'' to doubt me, shut the fuck up why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt? and gettin'' robbed ain''t a good time to press ya luck duke listen, if you move I''m''a hurt you you''ll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue

up

right now what you need to do is gimme the cash forget about your Boss bein'' mad, just save ya ass be a good Boy now, go and get your stash I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash alright run along before I shoot ya ass I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash. [Chorus] [Verse 3] I know we all gotta go, but I''d hate to go fast then again I don''t think it''d be fun to stick around and go last man listen, if you really really like this shit nigga call Steve Stoute and I''ll write ya shit call him now before I drop for real ''cause after I drop I''m''a be chargin'' ya''ll niggas like Forty a pop to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap typical mentality, I know, I''m straight from the street 1999''s the year of the predator, I''m killin'' to eat niggas''ll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat you''re a generous guy take ''em off or die man, we hurtin'' ''round here, ain''t nobody slingin'' pies look around, ain''t nobody ''round here fly why you ''round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high? see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye. [Chorus] 50CENT THUG LOVE [50 Cent] What y''all know about this fab shit, huh? TE baby come on, uh huh Trackmasters uh huh Look we can shop together mama, his and hers Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs I ain''t tight with the chips girl I''m down to splurge If it''s ice you like I''ll light up your life (Ooh) VS2 Clarity alright I play the block I ain''t the type to punch your clock I''m the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop I live life in the fast lane I make a grove of hash Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass It''s like she loves me, she loves me not Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot I gave jewels I imported for her Chanel bags I bought from boosters To the hood I introduced her She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she ain''t gon write me The sick part is all that bullshit excites me 1 [Destiny''s Child]

A thug''s what I want A thug''s what I need Even though my friends don''t seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I''m never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby [50 Cent] Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you''re special Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you When I met you it was Guess and Gap Now it''s Gucci and Prada Took you from being a nine to being a dime You complain that we don''t spend time When I''m 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 Briss That''s 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 I''m feeling Niggas say that I''m illing I sip Cristy so I''m pissy Like a staircase in your building What? Repeat 1 (2x) Repeat 1 & 2 till end 2 & 150; [Beyonce''] A thug is what I want And a thug is what I need And my friends don''t understand How my baby laces me A thug is what I want And a thug is what I need And my friends don''t understand And I think its jealousy 50CENT THUG POET [Kobe] Uh Uh huh You know what this is I''ma let ''em run around one more time I drop sumpin'' on y''all It''s like... it''s like What''s it like?

My microphones and glock nines Black? I''m dipped in that The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have Run it, the illest, watch me become it I''m here, and took it bowling, like straight to the wig Speak truth like kids, tell you what you don''t know Kobe? Yeah, he''s real with the flow Kick in the do'' wavin'' the flow flow All you heard was stop, can''t take the hits no more Ha, didn''t know I had your block on SWAT? I''m CIA, y''all nuttin'' but beat cops I rock like my ma''s mean, name is cocaine Place you on my A fiend list and pay you ''cane Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock? Think again, you find you lost your mind and judgement My confidence, springs from watching y''all fall Aw, forced to hustle, rap in charge I''ma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin'' Yes, I am speakin'', but I ain''t writin'' So cold, I put the ice in nicest You too broke to pay attention My style is priceless [Kobe] [Nas] If you say murder that means I''m a Thug Poet If I say my mind kills that means I''m a Thug Poet If I say that I''m a flock that means I''m a Thug Poet And when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet [Broady Boy] Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of booze Shanks and twos, it''s the gangstas, Langston Hughes My poems'' about broken homes and Jesus peaces Dope is the Popes in Rome Poetical field, thug overtone, it''s like what, yo? Bring it home, we both go gone Pre cord thought flow in the sober zone My life style, chromosomes frost, hope to clone The crack lust, black dust, and the gat bust The claps, the lackluster, memoirs of the black hustler Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day It''s hard to reach, to smell God anyway Money, think backdrop payin'' gray? Man, rubber gripped on that rainy day Peep the way I came to play One aim at the game, reign and stay Every stain is straight from objective, insane ''Ey just don''t know, I''m two ticks from blowing a hole through But I''m more than pimp whoring him for the street wise You met the ren Cuz I open ''neath in the weed, hydrogen Jam my eyes to skin, guide some of our wisest men Until the skies of sin I pray for the day we see you rise again Uh

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[Nas] [Broady] Thug Poet Street analyst is this, the Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to Thug Poet Flows for your block, Hip Hop Thug Poet Thug Poet [50 Cent] Aiyyo, everybody know 50 ain''t know how to act I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats Y''all got fat while we starved, it''s my turn Shit, I done felt how a slug burned, I still won''t learn Niggas in the ''hood a tell ya "50 crazy" I had your moms screamin'' "They done shot my baby" Son, I yap your shine, I clap the nine, I slap you I''m that one of them niggas you wanna fuck with I spit the shit that make ya keep listenin'' Keep my wrists glistenin'' I left niggas alone and they still think I''m dissin'' ''em I''m on some new shit, S Type baby blue shit Niggas talk behind my back but don''t do shit I ain''t looking for love, duke, I''m looking for respect I leave you with options, like die or hit the deck I''m a thug poet, you know what I came for, the dough Clap clap, y''all niggas get the fuck on the floor, floor [Nas] (Echoes to fade) Thug Poet 50CENT TILL I COLLAPSE (FREESTYLE)

50 Cent, Shady Records, Eminem, Dr. Dre, It''s Goin Down'' G G G G Unit 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team We gotta get the get well cards niggaz is sick, feel this Motion picture shit... Ha Ha! [50 Cent] Now don''t think I won''t hit you, cause I''m popular I got a P 90 Roog that''ll pop at ya Catch you slippin'' I''m a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya Ya''never had a hot gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you Homie you ain''t been through What I been through You not like me And I''m not like you I''m like a animal when I spit it''s crazy Got semi autos that put wholes in niggas tryna play me One shot is not enough, you need at least an oozie to move me After 4 bottles of don The kid start feelin'' woozie I write my life You write what you''ve seen in gangsta movies I''m gangsta to the core, nigga you can''t move me I find my space at the top

I got this rap shit locked I''ve never heard of you You''ve heard of me, I''ll murder you Spit shells at your convertable As long as you notice Richard Poor hallows still go through ya door This is war You scared of me Your not prepared for me The Kid is back 50 Cent I know you like that Yeah I know you like that Green Latern, Shady Records, Anger Management Tour Homie, Homie, Homie 50CENT TIRED OF BEING BROKE

[50 Cent] The only excuse for being broke is being in jail Heh heh, yo, yo, yo The only excuse for being broke is being in jail Some work a nine to five to make money Some cock that, aim, that take money "How To Rob" was an warning not a joke Cause niggas in the hood is really tired of being broke These cats quick to splurge on luxurious things And when we come through they tuck chains and turn their rings Diamonds, you bought that? They gon'' take that [G&B] I''m chillin'' on the corner With a dollar in my pocket The deed go bye bye cause my man''s watchin'' Shit is hard in the ghetto But we still get by (We still get by) Every day I see the same ol'' problems But it seems like we''re never gonna solve them But I know if we keep on marching One day we will find [G&B] I''m tired of being broke Being locked down ain''t no joke Will anyone make a change? Why must we live this way? I''m tired of being broke Being locked down ain''t no joke Why must we live this way? [G&B] I''m livin'' in a world where they ain''t no windows And when you''re rich it seem so simple Kind of hard for you to understand struggle But this is my life, ha

And I know one day we''re gonna change it Let the game blow it up and rearrange it Till then we do whatever we can In the end it''s a brand new life that we living in Repeat 1 (2x) [50 Cent] Uh huh come on Don''t nobody smile when I come through But they say I''m a funny cat I lose shooting dice Pull out take my money back Fifty ain''t the type to be runnin'' his mouth Uh huh, Fifty run with dem kids that''ll run in your house If these rappers were killers I would''ve been dead But they all aim at my legs instead of my head I''m giving out ass whoopins while you''re givin'' out hugs I figured out niggas respect fear more than love Repeat 1 [G&B](50 Cent) I said you don''t know Like I know, oh I said you don''t know Like the Product no, oh (Refugee Camp) I said you don''t know Like my fellas no (G&B) I said you don''t know what it feels like to be broke [50 Cent] East Coast, West Coast Up North, the Dirty South This goes out to all my thugs Worldwide I see the struggle Try and stay alive, ya heard? One love, yeah one love, yo 50CENT TO ALL MY NIGGAS

[P.Diddy] *gunshot* Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [Intro] (50 Cent) I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that ''presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)

To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It''s war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I''ll blow you away) [Verse: B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki''s, makin crazy G''s Hittin'' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I''m baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo''s and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That''s a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don''t try to act like you don''t feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga'' leave a nigga fa'' sho! [Verse: B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That''s a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don''t give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town of fist skill, where the hand skills are real ill You''ll be a super Hoover doo doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler [Chorus] [Verse: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don''t let your people feel your awkward I tame I''m not lame Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I''ll break yo ass off propa'' This new place like home, New York New York I run this city, I don''t dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don''t want drama really Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me *gun cocked* hah! I''m on fire!

Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch! [Chorus] 50CENT U HEARD ME

[50 Cent] Uh huh...yea Verse 1 Shorty the Henny got me feeling right Ya heard me? My momma gone you could spend the night Ya heard me? I''m not playing I''m trying to fuck tonight Ya heard me? Clothes off face down ass up c''mon Shorty you roll with the winners right Ya heard me? You see now me I got my money right Ya heard me? I''m tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play When you come around my way Ya heard me? You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome Ya heard me? You could get in but don''t touch the phone Ya heard me? Money come money go I know But everytime I flow it''s mo money fa sho Ya heard me? In the street niggas sayin I''m nice Ya heard me? Watch flooded no more room for ice Ya heard me? Niggas be on tv struttin'' hard And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin'' robbed Ya heard me? You might hear I get shot but I don''t get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog [Chorus] You like it when I back that ass up on you? [50 Cent] Ooh, baby I like it, I like it When I work that ass, that ass [50 Cent] Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool Aid And baby I like it, I like it [50 Cent] Everytime we dance you make it worth my while smile

And baby I like it, I like it [Verse 2] Shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers and shot callers I wanna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? We rap now we rollin and I''m holdin'' And I''m gonna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? I freak off with the video chicks Ya heard me? Sweatin'' tracks out in back of the 6 Ya heard me? MTV they gonna play my hits Ya heard me? Even though I''m real ghetto and shit Ya heard me? I got a g niggas shoot that ace Ya heard me? Your ass bettin'' I''m gonna cut your face Ya heard me? Last thing I need is to catch a new case I don''t know nothing about them high heads but I sell base Ya heard me? The city boys trying to kill a kid Ya heard me? Shot me up in front of my crib Ya heard me? He had the drop I couldn''t run from him Shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him Ya heard me? Little homie saying "50 you tough" Ya heard me? 9 shots just wasn''t enough Ya heard me? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Nigga you best be commin'' up with my cash Ya heard me? Don''t make me go and get the Gat out the stash Ya heard me? I''ll come back and pop one in your ass Ya heard me? Don''t play wit the money, no not with the money Niggas get knocked when they start playing games Ya heard me? Stop telling the police my name Ya heard me? I don''t mind givin chicks them tips Ya heard me? They let me play with then tits and hips Ya heard me? When I come through they know I''m a thug Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen''s club Ya heard me?

I rap but I''m still selling them o''s Ya heard me? My man Mike still pimpin'' them hoes Ya heard me? He said if the hoe knew better she''d come do better And make a pimp more chedder Ya heard me? [Chorus] [50 Cent] 50 make it crazy in the club I''m speaking clearly so you can hear me I come through niggas always show me love I''m speaking clearly so y''all can hear me Niggas want beef, y''all could see me in the street I''m speaking clearly so you can hear me But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat I''m speaking clearly so y''all can hear me 50CENT U NOT LIKE ME NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it''s on, that''s who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That''s your motherfuckin'' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin'' snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD [Verse] Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They don''t wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me And they ain''t strong enough to take 9 like me Aiyoo, you think about shittin'' on 50... save it My songs belong in the Bible with King David I teach niggaz sign language, that ain''t def son *click* *click* you heard that? That mean RUN Ask around, I ain''t the one you wanna stun on, pa Pull through, I''ll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya'' car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It''s nothin'', I could go after Mase''s fanbase Shell hit my jaw, I ain''t wait for doctor to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck too* spit it out I don''t smile a lot, cause ain''t nothin'' pretty Got a purple heart for war, and I ain''t never left the City Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while we starve, it''s my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still won''t learn Won''t learn [Chorus 2X] If you get shot and run to the cop You not like me You ain''t got no work on the block You not like me It''s hot, you ain''t got no drop You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse]

Moma said.. Everything that happened to us, was part of God''s plan So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand Don''t think I''m crazy, cause I don''t fear man Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won''t understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan I been coulda killed these niggaz, I''m still waitin In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors 32 carrots in the traws, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns I carry the glock, Tony carry my M 1s Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin'' to rock me D''s waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don''t knock me You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me I''M THE ONE [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop You not like me You ain''t got no work on the block You not like me It''s hot, you ain''t got no drop You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse] See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain''t eligable for that I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe See a nigga standin'' next to me, he probably my Co D See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon'' blow me See the flow is like a 38, it''s special yoooooo A country boy tell ya, I''m fittin'' to blowwwww I''m more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww See, I''m in this for the paper, I don''t love the hooos Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines You know them little pieces, with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossip starts, I''m always the topic You too old for that shit dog, why don''t you stop it Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me Haha [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop You not like me You ain''t got no work on the block You not like me It''s hot, you ain''t got no drop You not like me Like me duke, you not like me *Ad libing to the end* 50CENT WANKSTA [Intro: 50 Cent]

It''s 50 a.k.a Ferrari F 50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain''t got tyme to waste Let''s make it [50 Cent] You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'' You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'' You ain''t a friend of mine, (huh) You ain''t no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I''ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush ''em everytime, punch ''em with every nine I''m fuckin with they mind I make ''em press rewind They know they can''t shine if I''m around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D''s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin'' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin'' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain''t got nuttin [Verse 2] Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I''ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I''m livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain''t gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin'' the same ol'' two step Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don''t go nowhere without toast we thugged out [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Me I''m no monsta, me I''m no gangsta Me I''m no hitman, me I''m jus me, me Me I''m no wanksta, me I''m no acta But it''s me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I''m gettin'' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets

If you play me close, for sure I''m gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they gon merk 50 how? We ridin ''round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK''s and AR 15''s? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf beams, huh [Chorus 2X] 50CENT WANKSTA (REMIX)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. it''s a problem, Flipmode nigga We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure Blowing niggas tops, what? Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga Check it, let me talk, check it, check it

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[Busta Rhymes] There''s only one God sonny, and there ain''t no replacement And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga And throw some bullet''s at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga A lotta niggas rollin around like they can''t get touched Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires [Rampage] Puerto Rican mami''s call me Papi Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki Yo they can''t stop me, Ramp yo, I''m kinda cocky I''ll break your fucking ribs like I''m playing ice hockey Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed Smack you in your face with my chain Now I''m ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein Everybody in the industry know my squad''s name [Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes] Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain''t even worth frontin Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin [50 Cent] We do this all the time, right now we on the grind So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she''s so fine, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush ''em every time, punch ''em with every line I''m fuckin with they mind, I make ''em press rewind They know they can''t shine if I''m around the rhyme Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine If D''s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes [Chorus 2: 50 Cent] You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin

We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin You been hustlin a long time and you ain''t got nuttin [Baby Sham] I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin You don''t know how the gun cock to reach somethin Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill But it''s your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it''s surreal Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at ''em [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [50 Cent] Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie What the fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta Now shorty think I''ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I''m hit once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain''t gon let her Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet We in the club doin the same ol'' two step Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out Cuz we don''t go nowhere without toast, we thugged out [Chorus 2] [50 Cent] Ah ha! 50CENT WHAT UP GANGSTA repeat 2x

G Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don''t care (What, what, what) It''s going down (What) ''Cause I''m around (What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus: What up, What up, What up, What up, repeat 2X] Blood? (What) Cuz? (What) Blood? (What) Gangstaaa?

[Verse 1] They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest Naw, that''s a semi auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I''ll hunt or duck a nigga down like it''s sport Front on me, I''ll cut ya, gun butt ya or bump ya

You getting money? I can''t none with ya then fuck ya I''m not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I''m the type that''ll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that''s not my homies Hundred G''s I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D''s come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow''s been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I''ll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I''m on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what) [Chorus] (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x) [Bridge] We don''t We don''t We don''t We don''t play play play play that that that (G Unit) around

[Verse 2] I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder In December I''ll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I''m like Patty LaBelle, homie, I''m on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I''m a rolling stone Cross my path I''ll crush ya, thinking I won''t touch ya I''ll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas [Chorus] (2x) [Bridge] (4x) 50CENT WHO U REP WITH [Verse 1 Nas] Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin'' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin'' wit da old time click Holdin'' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin'' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias Various calls were made up for awarin'' us The D''s in the marked vans and cabs In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty Turnin'' out young lady''s and make them make thoughties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk

It''s in the air of New York So everybody''ll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin'' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out Circle of life, it''s kinda deep how we end out. [Chorus] Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Don''t want no beef no mo Now that they know who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! Who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! (repeat) [Verse 2 50 Cent] Ya''ll niggas better sober up before ya''ll speak to me, don''t come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye Now if I say I''m gone get you, I''ma get ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya You find out them niggas who wit ya ain''t even wit ya After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya Peep how I use words to paint pictures Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin'' me for ten cents to got hit ya Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson Known for creatin'' action, by rapidly clappin'' Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel. It''s that real. [Chorus] [Verse 3 Bravehearts] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz) Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war I got a four four, pierce ya''ll niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin'' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran off I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you I put four, QB rugged and raw I got somethin'' for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine don''t scheme on it, I make your dream about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Break ya''ll clowns off Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don''t give a fuck who Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me. I mastered the art of slap boxin'' niggas in da dark QB''s big man, Horse of the Bravehearts I''m da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats Testin'' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats. How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back

you be

How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin'' rib out ur back Ya''ll niggas ain''t gangsta rap, ya''ll click like Josey and the When we come around da front, stop. Uh huh, ya''ll can''t fuck around ya''ll get dropped When guns pop, who''s tellin'' Twin barrel nines wavin'' and yellin'', QB NIGGA WHAT Two time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home Never slip, my Ill Will to survive is so deep Can''t sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak Pullin'' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up. [Chorus 2] Them niggas that wanted war before Don''t want no war no mo Now that they know who I rep wit QB NIGGA!! Who I rep wit QB NIGGA!! (repeat) 50CENT WHOO KID [50 Cent talking] [Hook] You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you can''t shine You ain''t gettin'' yours? thats fucked up cause I''m gettin'' mine [50 Cent] I got a M1 in my hand, I''m feelin'' to start killin'' shit I''m not the nation''s new Malcolm X, but I''m militant What, I''m supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest? My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin'' bench press Why you screamin'' war senseless, I''m tryin'' to spaz Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear ''em out Four fifth, four shots, that''ll fuckin'' air ''em out In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real G Unit niggas, they gon'' always make bail Whether it''s two G''s or twenty G''s Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls I''m not that nigga that you striptease for You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call Cause I''m out like a pimp and a trick, bitch! [Hook] You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you can''t shine You ain''t get yours? That''s fucked up cause I''m gettin'' mine [50 Cent talks till end]

Pussycats

50CENT WHOO KID

FREESTYLE

(50 Cent) Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin? I''m here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga It''s not safe around here as soon as the street lights G Unit nigga *random shout outs* (50 cent and G Unit) We can''t get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE Ain''t no money sellin'' coke... WE GON SELL DOPE Ain''t no money sellin'' dope... WE GON SELL X And if niggaz wont by the X... WE GON SELL TECS (Lloyd Banks) My advice for y''all niggaz is stop frontin ''Cause 50 say pop somethin'', I''m gon pop somethin'', what up? (50 Cent) Don''t make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip Get in the whip, it''s a wrap (Lloyd Banks) Nah fuck that (50 Cent) Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that''s that Niggaz running with the steel out, now it''s time to peel out (Lloyd Banks) 50 let me drive (50 Cent) Nah I got this, nigga chill out (Lloyd Banks) It''d be nice to get the niggaz ice, get it, give it back (50 Cent) Just get in the corner store cause it''s full of them A rabs They blowin'' the shit up like it''s okay I got a bomb on my waist I''m Kamikaze (*laughing*) I dare Ds to get next to me (Lloyd Banks) Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me *explosion* Yeah, yeah that''s it, it''s a freestyle The fuck you want for free? Fucking A rabs just ran the planes into the fucking building Coke price went up 10 grand this fucking week 50CENT WORK IT (REMIX)

*scratching* DJ please, pick up your phone I''m on the request line *scratching* [50 Cent] G U nit! [Missy] This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on) [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it *"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya *"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it"

backwards 2X* backwards 2X*

[50 Cent] (Missy) (REMIX) Unh Yeah Now Missy she too much for me (I''m freaky) She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me) Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT Next time I''ll hit her in that G5 TRUCK I''ve got the magicstick, I can go for hours From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky I can go hard, know why, big girls don''t cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I''m in love I''m looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club [Missy] I''d like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ov ah Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho cha You do or you don''t or you will or you won''t cha Go downtown and eat it like a vul cha See my hips and my tips don''tcha See my ass and my lips don''tcha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go wa ta ta Ra ta ta ta, ta ta ta ta ta Sex me so good I say blah blah blah Work it! I need a glass of wat ah Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [Verse 2]

If you''re a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos ah Don''t I look like a Halle Berry post ah? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me nev ah You won''t find a bitch that''s even bett ah I make it hot as Las Vegas weath ah Listen up close while I take you backwards *"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" I''m not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my ass ba bump ba bump bump Keep your eyes on my ba bump ba bump bump And think you can handle this ga donk ga donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [Chorus] [Verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ?? thanga thang, ?? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass Ain''t no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cause I got a lot of fame sup ah Prince couldn''t get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa" Picture Lil'' Kim dating a pastor Minute man, big men can outlast ya Who is the best? I don''t have to ask ya When I come out, you won''t even matt ah Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pa pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon [Chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that *scratching* To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God 50CENT YOU AIN''T NO GANGSTA [50 Cent] Look If you ain''t worth a mil, you ain''t far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn''t snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me

backwards*

Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn''t rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain''t had no spot You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K For cats like you, crime don''t pay You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away You the type to get paper when I''m locked up, get yo jewels Then have to tuck em in when I pop up Niggaz in the hood sayin "50''s Grimy" Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can''t find me If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip And I can cop anotha one afta each assist [Chorus] x 2 You ain''t no gangsta You''se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain''t a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don''t trust ya

rocked up

[50 Cent] You owe a nigga? You don''t wanna pay him? Kill him, that''s what they said ta ta disapper him Y''all ain''t got to believe me When I''m done with this rhyme if theres time I''ll hit a flick Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick She ain''t hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops When it''s time to get it on (what) I pull over the thong (uh huh) Fuck till I nut then get up, I''m gone (yeah) Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A. I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly" Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly First thing I''m sayin is "Nigga what da deally" Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle Y''all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me? [Chorus] x 2 You ain''t no gangsta You''se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain''t a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don''t trust ya [50 Cent] Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain''t fuckin wit me, duke Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that''ll bet him up Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don''t care

I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it Man, I don''t like none of y''all Fuck around I''ll run in y''all pop one in y''all Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y''all Listen I don''t give a fuck if you blood or cuz I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs Stage rapping ass niggaz ain''t sold no drugs Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed [Chorus] x 2 You ain''t no gangsta You''se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain''t a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don''t trust ya

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