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New York City...
You are now rockin with 50 cent.. Are you ready? (Gun click) I said are you ready? See you wit me nigga? DROP DEAD. (mumbles:) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop "G UNIT" "Somthin new" I'm not that nigga in your video I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes and Niggaz know, I be on the low but I miss my dawg and I twist my drawer I'm not that nigga that you think you know I walk around with a big fo-fo You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg I be at rite are your crib, right at your door What up 50? Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted alot I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin im so hard at nine-teen I bought a benz, I did. The older niggaz really wasn't feelin the kid Try to find where I live so they could run in my crib but you can't hustle a hustler I peeped it and slid Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo At six months I told them "Million go tops on Gar-bo" Country came around, hes into clappin country left, same shit started happening Like "He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins, Cory shot drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men The cycle never changes, shit just starts again.. "naw nigga, ain't nuthin changed nigga, yea I've been gone for a minute, but I'm BACK!" (damn 50 it's good to see you back in the hood) you see my cherry red SL nigga I'm doin good sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel so, I take a quote from menace "LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!" I'm addicted to stuntin, now that I'm holdin something, I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ? (oh will you let me hold something?) nigga you high or something? I don't play games I'm bout my money nigga buy something! I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's, Here nigga take one... "yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga, you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean? But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang knowhatI'msayin? I don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin "50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us" ha ha... Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know? New shit!!! All the shit I put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes I got a million... ... OH MY GOD!! My shit is so hot right now I'm in the zone |
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G-Unit
Bo! We in here Bo! We can get the drama poppin' We don't care Bo! Bo! Bo! It's goin' down Bo! Cause I'm around Bo! 50 Cent, you know how I get's down What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? They say I walk around like I got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nuttin' 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 gettin 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 pickin' out your casket bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood. What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder In December 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 rollin stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin I won't touch ya I'll have your ass usin 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. What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. |
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<b>50 Cent</b>
Ay EM you know my favorite white boy right I... I owe you for this one <b>50 Cent</b> (Chorus) I've been patiently waiting For a track to explode on (yeah) You can get stunned if you want And yo ass'll get rolled on (it's 50) It feels like my flow's Been hot for so long (yeah) If you thinkin' I'm a fuckin' fall off you're so wrong (it's 50) <b>50 Cent</b> I've been pacing in my head Like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sittin politic with passengers from 9-11 The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline Shit I aint even got to try to shine God's a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I can 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 Write lines knowin' The Source will quote it When I die they'll read this And say a genius wrote it I grew up witout my pops Should that make me bitter I caught cases and cocked 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 but to get a nut If I get shot today my phone will stop ringing again These industry niggas ain't friends They know how to pretend (Chorus x2) <b>Eminem</b> You've been patiently waiting To make it through all the hate 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 They think they crazy But they ain't crazy lets face it Shit basically they just playing sick They ain't shit they ain't saying shit Spray umh 50 [gun shots] A to the K get in the way I bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day into fucking mayhem You staying wit me? Don't let me lose you I'm not trying to confuse you When I let loose wit this Uzi And just shoot through your Izuzu You get the message Am I getting through to you You know it's coming You motherfuckers don't even know do you Take some BIG and some Pac And you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a lil "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 die for the spot You put your life in this Nothing like surviving a shot Y'all know what time it is Soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit what you know about death threats Cause I get a lot Shady Records was 80 seconds Away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building They meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children Nuclear showers there's nothing spookier Your now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50 (Chorus) It's the Gun Squad here And you hear the shots go off (It's 50, They say It's 50) You see a nigga laid out Wit his fucking top blown off (It's 50, Man that wasn't 50) They don't holla my name <b>50 Cent</b> You 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 you ass runnin' Mumbling to the J Your going against me dogg You makin' a mistake I split yo lip You lookin like them 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 Your bitch a regular bitch Your callin' her wifey I fucked her feed her fast food You keepin' her Icee I'm down to sell records But not my soul Snoop said this in '94 "We don't love them hoe's" I got pennies for my thoughts Now I'm rich See the 20's spinnin' Lookin mean on the 6 Nigga's wearin flags 'Cause the colors match they clothes The get caught in the wrong hood And filled up with holes Muthafucka' (Chorus x2) |
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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! (50 Cent) Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dog and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in a 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 upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now these pussy niggas 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 my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon 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 Sunnny 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 niggas on the block, twisting trees in cigars For the niggas 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 niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon 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 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, niggas keep pulling techs on me Psyic 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 Hamo 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 fukcing breathing Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon 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 |
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Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday! You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed 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 hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cut, 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 don't walk wit' a limp (I'm ight) 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 full of focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex I, ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed My flow, my show brought me the doe 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 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 jaws get to bumpin' in the club it's on I wink my eye at you, 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 and watch the money pile up Or we go upside they head wit' a bottle of bub They know where we fuckin' be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either, nigga, But I lo chupe a junior, yeah In the club all the time, nigga, it's about to pop off, nigga G-Unit |
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(chorus)
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chjocolate 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 U aint' gettin money u ain't smokin In my Benzo 20 inch Lorenzos smokin on indo Hiigh as a muthaf***a I be on them backstreets niggas know i clap heat only if u got beef Man u better holla at me Niggas get locked up stabbedup shot up Everytime i pop up a lot goin on in my hood I shoot the dice holler get em girls Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s Stash box X box fax machine phone Bullet proof this b****h and iam gone 2003 Surban swerving, too many sips of henny The D's sick they searched the whip and they can't find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent da night in central Booking for smoking some bud (chorus) (verse 2) now if u heard i done started some shit it ain't becuz i be high ( i be high i be high) And if u heard i done let off a clip It aint becuz i be high(i be high ibe high) But i twist that la la la la I get high as i wanna nigga go agaianst 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 u love me tell me u love, stare at me man I'd hate to be in the benz clappin 1 of my fans let me show u how to greet me when u meet me when u see me IF u real my nigga u know how to holla"G-UNIT" There's no competition its just me 50cent, muthaf***a, Iam 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) NOw who u know besides me who writte lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines u don't want me to be your kids role model I'll teach them how to 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 Ginness, watchin Menace Then Oh Lord, have yong nigg bucking s**t like he O-DOG My team they depend on me when its crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunch time u feelin brave nigga? go ahead get gully See if I don't leave yor bain leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot so ain't sh** u can tell me Niggas callin me the feature, man fuck yo money I ain't hurtin I'm aight nigga Iam doin good I ain't gotta write rhymes, I Got bricks in the hood (chorus) G-UNIT, are u ready G-UNIT,are u ready Nigga, ready or not here I come ,come,come |
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| 4:15 |
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(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 on the nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "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 his ass up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" (a car revs up) (gunshots) (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 D.A. 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 hop out the top like Jack-in-da-box (yeah!) In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason (wooh!) I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When that 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 Cause we gonna 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 dat 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 yo ass look for me (Chorus) (50 Cent) My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in yo 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 motherfucka I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shootin' 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 and 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, haha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucka Cuz the 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 But better that then a hole in the head right nigga, haha ha ha |
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Yea, ha ha, yea..........yea
(hook - 50 Cent) If I can't do it, homie, 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) (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, homie, 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) (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 VOLVO 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 it, homie, 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) (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 gotsta put in her two cents I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers 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, homie, 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 it, homie, 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 |
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(50 Cent)
G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em Buck (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) |
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| 4:03 |
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Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! G-Unit!
Haha... (Chorus) It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an 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 succes is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that, if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade like to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectfull cuz to me you're a mistery I know niggas from your hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot ha, ha pussy... (Chorus) It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down. "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 little punk ass thinking out loud Southside till I die, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game shorty, 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 Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child Them niggas 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 man" Now stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own... bad guy Bad guy. (Chorus) It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down. I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extored It ain't over...G-Unit! I've been patiently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for you life well you done heard bout them guns I done bought, right? I ain't going nowhere, I done told you nigga I'm a G-Unit muthafuckin' soldier nigga They not gon like you I know, I know... haha G-Unit! "Oh, no he didn't say anything about Ja. Okay? Ja is my boo. Okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody. And y'all know! Big things come in small packages! Holla! Now, everything was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture. They better not put they hands on Jeffrey. Okay? 'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12-degree pink belt. Okay? I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery. Okay? 'Cause see, they don't know me. Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so. 'Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him and I will Jet Li his ass. Whoo-doo!" |
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| 4:10 |
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Get Rich or Die tryin
(Chorus 2x) 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 (Verse1) Now shorty she in da club, she's dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She's feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in they 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 cuz I'm from New York I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread I could care less how she perform while she in the bed Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid Look baby this is simple you cant see, you fucking with me you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus 2x) (Verse 2) I'm by 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 some 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 need some one, I'm the one you should call Ill be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small That other nigga you be with aint about shit I'm your friend, your father, AND confidant, BITCH (Chorus 2x) (Verse 3) Shorty I told you fools before, I stay with the twos I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe till 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 ho, you could have her when I'm done I aint gonna keep her Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low Bitch tutor me how you strippin in the street Put my other hoes down you get your ass beat Now lick my bottom bitch, you always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6 Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick (Chorus 2x) Yea, In Hollywood they say there's no business like show business In the hood they say there's no business like ho business you know See I talk a little fast, but if you listen real fast I aint gotta slow down for you 2 catch up BITCH Hahaha, Yea |
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| 12. |
| 3:13 |
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(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 my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like my style You like how I break it down Wanna get rich, I'll show you how Wanna get rich, I'll show you how On your mark, get set, lets go Switch the flow teach ya how to turn Yayo into Dough The original dan-dadda Nobody bum harder You heard what I said boy I'm hot I'm hot! You hoodrats, they say "He is so crazy" Its not just they say "He tried to spray me" But thats what you get for tryna play me The aftermath on my rap is so shady! No matter how you try you can't stop this I'll catch you stuntin relently crew cockpit If you a pimp why your hoes stay out your pocket? Fine find out how my P-40 glock is (Tony Yayo) 50 you need some help? (50 cent) Chill Yayo I got this So where I'm from and the B's tryna knock us I swear to god that its me sellin the choppa's Man I ain't givin them lil' niggas no products (Chorus) (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style? (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style? (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I'll show you how (50 Cent) You birds they say I got a way with words I'll be like "Babygirl I like them curves" If your not busy tonight then we can swirve I'm a batchler baby fuck what you heard! I'ma tell you in 10 minutes I'll make you a believer Tony touch will have you shakin like you havin a seizure I'll makes hits about what I do on my leisure G-Unit gang can't another click out there see us Niggaz lipsynce the lyrics cause they wanna be us Groupy hoes from the hood they be tryna G us Tryna holla at the kid errytime they see us Girlfriend quit pretendin I'm the nigga you lovin And I ain't got to say nuttin' you know that I'm thuggin Put my hands on that ass seein you say that I'm buggin "We family baby", kissin cousins Now look with the riff-raff done druggin For the G's my degrees is hotter than your oven I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the don stop buggin After we play OK go to your husband (Chorus) (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style? (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style? (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I'll show you how Em said your gon' like my style Dre said your gon' like my style I said you gon' like my style You don't like how I break it down (Tony Yayo) You're not, really really, ready ready The drama will have ya ass in trama boy You're not, really really, ready ready My knife flip open and then I gets to poken You're not, really really, ready ready Them shows start poppin them bodies start to drop in You're not, really really, ready ready (50 Cent) You think your ready? You're not.... Really really, ready ready |
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| 13. |
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[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 F**k around we crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no f**king 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 f**k 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) |
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| 14. |
| 3:44 |
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(50 Cent)
New York City You are now riding With 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I gotta ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (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 disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'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 in Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? And in the bed if I use 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 can go do what you like, I know you like that (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (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 lovin'? Are you mad 'cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? Are you my soul mate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at ya' trying 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? We only humans 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 love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (Nate Dogg) Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us |
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| 4:09 |
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I need you pray for me and
I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win, I need to know where I'm headed, 'Cause I know where I been Flows, bones crushin', it's nothin' I come up with sum'n Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin' It's sum'n you want 745 chrome spinnin's, Haters hate that I'm winnin' Man, I been hot from the beginnin' Muthafuckas, envy the kid Control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control ma temper I'm in to catch a felony Pistol in hand, homie I'm down to get it top Who wants to squeeze da first shot You know I ain't stop, 'til ma clip is empty I'm simply, Not that nigga used to try your luck, What da fuck, wait-- Holla tip shells is strup Wit' yo bones broke, gun smokin', still open, What-nigga lay yo ass down, paramedics get ya up Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy I almost lost my bigga nigga, and I didn't cry Too young to understand The consequences of a man Livin' a lie, I, Gotta get that money, I be damnin' from bummin' Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'Cause they fun in 20 years And watchin' ma momma tears, got me heated Heavenly weeded Smokin' that bomb, 'cause I need it These niggas don't want me ballin' they want me buried Balled in the dirt from shots flurried Layin' wit' bombs all on my shirt I got plans to hop up in da Hummer 'Cause I'm a stunner I sit back and wonder When dem angels gon' call my number Under My chest is a heart of a lion, lion, lion Pound me, honeys got me flyin' Wit' my iron Eyes are giant I'm runnin' from nuthin' My stomach is touchin' While I'm clutchin' To give you more than a concussion End the discussion My brothers told me so I'm bolder And to see a solder Hurt on my shoulder Look in the mirror I see a soldier Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears This I shit that I saw with my eye balls, my ears This is me who's gotta be What you see on TV What you hear on CD What appears easy Man, these teeny-boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies, in these rags Live in fantasies, frontin' Like its all fun 'n games, 'Til the shoot-'em-up, bang And you see your brains hang, And you see we ain't playin', Ain't sayin' we ain't layin' down at night 'n ain't prayin' I bullied my way in this game And I'm done playin', man I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin' I'ma start, layin' any of dese, mothafuckin' cocksuckas There's no way I'ma back down like a god damn coward, I can't How would I look as a man, bowin' to his knees, Like the mad cow disease Let somebody lash out at me, And not lash back out at 'em Please, Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall I try to show you art, but you jus' pick it apart So I see I hafta start Showin' you fuckin' old farts A whole other side, I wanted to not show you, So you know you not Dealin' with some fuckin' marshmallow Little, soft, yellow, punk pussy whose heart's Jell-o (kuz) Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy |
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| 16. |
| 4:01 |
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(Hook)
I gotta makeit to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven (50 Cent) Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends Been to ICU once I ain't going again First Zee got murked, then Roy got murked An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees An give guns away in the hood like government cheese Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars So I switch up whips to stay off the radar I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block Cause he'll spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done An make it wet niggaz if you round me son (Hook) I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven (50 Cent) When I come through the hood, I don't stop to rap to niggaz Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome at his ass Point blank range I spazzed blew a bone out his ass Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down They sprayed I played Dead and got the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call "50 waddup" U send a bitch to me I send the bitch back cut up I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy Cousin twig shot up his mamma crib, now he in Jail Trippin off Fliks of blue cantrell, pussy and black tail Pop mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more The shells from twig 4-4, blew the hinge off her do' Without that check every month how she gon pay for the crib Man social service finis' come an take dem kids (Hook) I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven (50 Cent) God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change the courage the change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference The A80'll make you say that Thats the prayer they burn in ya head when you in K-SAC Man I might talk to you while we up in the pens But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuckin be friends Shells pass ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies See it might be his, an it might be yours Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours You got to tell me, you feelin this shit Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit (Hook) I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven |
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| 17. |
| 3:39 |
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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 You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the 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 that gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, 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 94 cause I commit tha 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 You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We 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 You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We 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 Damn Homie, in high school you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha 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 Guerilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We 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 You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We 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 Me I'm no mobsta, 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 goin murd' 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 dem things, huh You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We 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 You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We 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 |
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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 Hey yo, 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 dat? dat 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 dimple 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, dope, 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 fear 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 cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least 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 dope, 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 KEYSHAWNS 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 dope, you not like me |
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Nobody likes me (brand new by 50 cent)
Nobody likes me, but that's okay Cuz 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! Wutup homie For niggaz who don't know me ...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now I Serve anybody like niggas 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 cracks 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 Old G'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 soap The thug, they pop shit The thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole brick Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see straight (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!) Y'all niggas 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 it, so 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, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft dawg, don't be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas 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) 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 Don P til I split up Keep my wrist lit 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 friends 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, (what, what) (Hook) Y'all niggas 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 |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-04-08
Subject : 50 Cent - Get Rich or Die Trying (Shady/Aftermat,2003)
