Patiently Waiting

50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right?
I owe you for this one

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm innocent in my head like a baby born dead, destination heaven
Sit and politic with passengers from 9/11
The Lord's blessings 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 your dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand writing lines knowing the Source'll quote it
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
Looking for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringing again
These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

[Bridge: Eminem]
If you're patiently waiting to make it through all the hating
Debating whether or not you can even weather the storm
As you lay on the table they operating to save you
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above

[Verse 2: Eminem]
They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it
Shit, basically they're just playing sick
They ain't shit, they ain't saying shit, spray 'em 50

A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into fucking mayhem, you staying with me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I getting through to you?
You know what's coming, 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 killers 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, nothing like surviving a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers
There's nothing spookier
You now about to witness the power of fucking 50

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
If the gun squad hearing all the shots go off
It's 50, they say it's 50
See a nigga laid out with his fucking top blown off
It's 50 - man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name
Niggas shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth
Cause I'll break your face
Have your ass running, mumbling to the jake
You going against me, dawg, you making a mistake, I'll split ya
Leave ya looking like the Michael Jackson jackets with 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
Your bitch a regular bitch, you calling 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 '94: ''we don't love them hoes''
I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich
See the twenties spinning looking mean on the six
Niggas wearing flags cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, motherfucker

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long

If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

"Many Men"
[Intro:]
Ayo!
I'm the king of this muthafucka!
I'm the King Of Detroit!
You do what I say what I say nigga!
You don't say it: "We gonna smoke this nigga, Proof'! "
Fuck that!
You shoot that nigga, right there, get that nigga!
King Of Detroit, nigga! [9 shots]
Whattup now fool?
Whattup now nigga? ! [beat starts playin' 50Cent's: "Many Men (Wish Death)".]
[Hook:]
Many men! - Wish death upon P!
It's hard to survive in the 313.
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be,
And niggas tryna take my life away. (c'mon! c'mon! c'mon!)
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with' me,
He ain't come dollo face in 1-E.
Watch what you say when you talk about me,
Cause I come and take your life away!
[Bridge 1:]
Many men!
Many, many, many, many men! [gun cocks]
Wish death upon me.
Dog I don't cry no more,
Don't look to the sky no more.
Have mercy on me.
[Verse 1:]

Man these pussy niggas put money on head,

Gonna get your refund, 'cause motha fucka I ain't dead.
I'm the "Dozen" in the "Dirt"! - That ain't been found.
The real king of the D, shiiit! That ain't been crowned.
When I'm on - something special happens every time.
I'm the dopest! - Something like Roy Jones in his prime.
I walk the planks of the jungle, got a problem then fuck you.
Show you what my gun do, if you whack and unhumble.
Be for real, punk niggas! - Your new to the beef,
Ask any playa in the 'D'! - Your new to the streets!
Y'all ain't from 7 Mile! And y'all ain't wound!
Fuck a bone! When you hear that CLICK - answer! [shot]
[Chorus 1:]
Many men, many many many many men wish death upon me.
Dog 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 2:]
Now there wouldn't be real, if it wasn't for no heart.
If there wasn't 8 Mile, there wouldn't be O Port.
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard.
Murk you in afterlife and see twice the God.
This is for my niggas on the yo! - Doin' there time.
The real murkers in Detroit, that shine on the ground.
I heard about that little hit - that you put in the hood.
But your shoot-if-you-get-shot ain't gonna do no good.
I'm like MG for Shady! - You can call me 'the Don'!
If you Micheal mothafucka, you gonna die in the storm.
Can't switch sides hommie! - Let cash ride homie!
Thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 3:]
You know how many mothafuckas wanna hear your bone break?
PA, 7 Mile, FA's on May.
School Craft, LA Mack and Bwick,
CCs, Runyon Ave. That's who 'P' with.
The cops don't know much, where I tuck my Glock.

I got the word from E-Dog when Stuck got locked.

Ain't gunna spell it out for you muthafuckas on the grind!
Are you blind nigga? - Can't read between the lines?
From Cameon! - Rico Shocka and G-Low.
Rock man, First Born, Boxy and D-Low.
Now let's clear, I'm here for a real reason.
He do a a hit, I do a hit, let's see who's still breathin'. [gasp]
[Chorus 2:]
Many Friends! - I lost to this game!
And this cocksucka come namin' names.
So many homies that passed away.
Run up on him, point-blank and blast away.
[Bridge 2:]
Many friends!
Many, many, many, many friends.
That died on me,
I should have preserved my dog, [gun cocks]
Poured out on the curb for ya'll.
Your R.I.P.!
[Chorus 3:]
Many friends! - I lost to this game
And this cocksucka come namin names.
So many homies that passed away.
Run up on him point-blank and blast away.
For Lewon, Click-click! - Bugz and Snook!
Don't care 'bout all them drugs he took.
Watch what you say when you talk about me,
Cause I'm always gonna walk the D!
[Bridge 2]

"In Da Club"
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shorty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday
'Cause 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 Bud
Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into 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 ho's 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, in L.A. they 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 I'm 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 the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up and I 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 pumping 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 up
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 either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit

"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

"Best Friend"
[Intro]
Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
WOO!!!
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 1]
First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin
I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair
For me a different scenery just mean a different position
In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine
If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend

[Verse 2]
While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
I get into you, after I take off my clothes
Girl I been into you, mentally long before
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend

"Hustlers Ambition"
(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's real shit, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal
Got that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
So like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggas around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreaming
Niggas be scheming, I'm fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm trying to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flying, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic

And I'm selling them 500 a pop god damn it

I sold everything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook
What goes in my mind, it's contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, getting money man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumping, shotgun dumping and drama means nothing
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switching lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watching the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointing at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!
[Chorus]

"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy"

(feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent Chorus]

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe

But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait

I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
That the nine will jam right in my hand
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

"Window Shopper"
[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'

[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus]

"I Don't Know Officer"

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin all I know who givin
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary
All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When theb album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin

[Chorus: Spider Loc]

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise
Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep
[Chorus: Ma$e]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you

But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 5: Ma$e]
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

"Nah I'm Talking 'Bout"

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I've been grinding my whole life, nigga
Fuck you talking 'bout?
I'm talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga
You know what I'm about
Front with my shit better come correct, nigga
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Talking about hitting a nigga with this Tec, nigga
Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I've been unwrapping them bricks, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Don't worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin', nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I'm still fucking three ho's at one time, faded
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Put my motherfucking game on her, now her mind's x-rated
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you
Southside nigga to a month in Cancun
Huge rocks poking, I don't need an AC
Banks going through everything B-I two G's
These niggas rapping now stupid
Bragging, they ain't never sold a unit (One unit!)
Acting like you will never do it
Don't wind up on the wall over music
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I can get it, get it for you for the low
Six-fifty nigga for an O
Blink, a kilo is out the door
Don't fuck around when I'm hustling bo

Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Everything cool here 'til I trip, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Having niggas hit you, your cousin then your bitch, nigga
[Hook]
[Bridge: Young Buck]
And I'm fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
50 said we ain't never going broke, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
G-Unit, bitch
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga
These hoes ain't loyal, want bread winners
Hit perfection, stole bread, nigga
That's why S550 getting head, nigga
European bitches crazy ass with funny accents
Euros in my back, trunk full of white boy, One Direction
On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection
One minute I'm home, next I'm in Rome, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Passport gang, my phone's on roam, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
G5 flight, I'm in my zone, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Why your bitch giving me dome, nigga?
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]
Rock O's, but you ain't even know it
Big Rosco, can't even hold it

This hot dough, but I ain't even sold it

Get your wig split, I ain't need to sew it
We ain't cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga
Everything brand new, nigga
I've been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga
Big watch, I'm big time
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
My neck blink and my whip shine
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Stick it in the freezer 'til it get silent
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
All my life I've been grinding
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Now y'all know
[Hook]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Y'all niggas act like y'all don't know what I'm talking 'bout
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
This is the Unit
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
The mighty, mighty Unit
G-G-G-G-G-Unit