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New York City...
You are now rockin with 50 cent.. Are you ready? (Gun click ~ nigga dies, WUT UP) I said are you ready? See you wit me nigga? DROP DEAD. 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 (what up.)? Coming up I haven't had much , but I did want a lot I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop so you know, I had to make something out OF nothing Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumping i'm so hard at nineteen I bought a benz, I did. The older people weren't really feeling the kid They try to find out where I live so that they could run in my home but you can not hustle a hustler I peeped it and slid (peeped...) Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo At six months I told them "Million go tops on Gar-bo" Country came around, he is into clapping country left, same sh*t 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, nuthing has changed nigga, yea I was 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 doing swell 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 stunting, now that I'm holding 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 about my money nigga buy something! I got a few 5's, I got a few 9's, Here nigga take one... "yea, don't ever say I don't do anything for you nigga, you do not say I didn't look out for you. Know what I mean? But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang know what I'm sayin? 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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50 CENT LYRICS
"Rotten Apple" (50 Cent) I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation ***** you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation ****** be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin' ***** you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason ***** witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down That's how it's goin' down (Chorus) Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don't live long in New York **** around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three In every hood in the US, I'm that**** they feelin' Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect? My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you" My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk I came to teach you how we put it down in New York That's how we get down (Chorus) Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life You should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'" "Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'" I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts Now we can hit the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump, you can have it how you want But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh) Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich? I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces That's how we get down (Chorus) Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down |
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(50 Cent)
Uh huh...yea Verse 1 Shorty the Henny got me feeling right Ya heard me? My momma gone you could spend the night Ya heard me? I'm not playing I'm trying to f**k tonight Ya heard me? Clothes off face down ass up c'mon Shorty you roll with the winners right Ya heard me? You see now me I got my money right Ya heard me? I'm tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play When you come around my way Ya heard me? You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome Ya heard me? You could get in but don't touch the phone Ya heard me? Money come money go I know But everytime I flow it's mo money fa sho Ya heard me? In the street niggas sayin I'm nice Ya heard me? Watch flooded no more room for ice Ya heard me? Niggas be on tv struttin' hard And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin' robbed Ya heard me? You might hear I get shot but I don't get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog (Chorus) You like it when I back that ass up on you? (50 Cent) Ooh, baby I like it, I like it When I work that ass, that ass (50 Cent) Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile And baby I like it, I like it (50 Cent) Everytime we dance you make it worth my while And baby I like it, I like it Verse 2 Shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers and shot callers I wanna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? We rap now we rollin and I'm holdin' And I'm gonna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? I freak off with the video chicks Ya heard me? Sweatin' tracks out in back of the 6 Ya heard me? MTV they gonna play my hits Ya heard me? Even though I'm real ghetto and shit Ya heard me? I got a g niggas shoot that ace Ya heard me? Your ass bettin' I'm gonna cut your face Ya heard me? Last thing I need is to catch a new case I don't know nothing about them high heads but I sell base Ya heard me? The city boys trying to kill a kid Ya heard me? Shot me up in front of my crib Ya heard me? He had the drop I couldn't run from him Shot in the hand trying to take the f**king gun from him Ya heard me? Little homie saying "50 you tough" Ya heard me? 9 shots just wasn't enough Ya heard me? (Chorus) Verse 3 Nigga you best be commin' up with my cash Ya heard me? Don't make me go and get the Gat out the stash Ya heard me? I'll come back and pop one in your ass Ya heard me? Don't play wit the money, no not with the money Niggas get knocked when they start playing games Ya heard me? Stop telling the police my name Ya heard me? I don't mind givin chicks them tips Ya heard me? They let me play with then tits and hips Ya heard me? When I come through they know I'm a thug Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen's club Ya heard me? I rap but I'm still selling them o's Ya heard me? My man Mike still pimpin' them hoes Ya heard me? He said if the hoe knew better she'd come do better And make a pimp more chedder Ya heard me? (Chorus) (50 Cent) 50 make it crazy in the club I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me I come through niggas always show me love I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me Niggas want beef, y'all could see me in the street I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me |
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Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news (Lloyd Banks) I think little man mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here that the horses have Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all sweet like 99 bananas That's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I'm just a playa that found out where the cokes know That's why I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the 5th grade that's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade (Chorus) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again) (Tony Yayo) Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop, know their daily routine So the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please 3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time 5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep 8th meet in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes 9th rule don't say shit cause Po-Po listen Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system And the 10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading (Chorus) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) (50 cent) Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence level's high nigga can't tell Licking my lips at yo' bitch like I'm L L I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail From day one I came in the game they said I was hot They got scared, "Cent got money", and I got shot You so much pressure on me when you compare me to Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies you scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, know not to play with my check I come through with my knife cut that vein on ur neck (YEAH!) (Chorus) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news |
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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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50 bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaZ gonna remember my name 50 (repeat) Yo black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that clap me He ain't the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you try'na get your ass layed out in gilmore Yes we soldiers, remind me of Troy and E-Bags When they came through they hollad like "What up Conrad?" Grimey niggaz they loved to get gully Summer time still had on black gloves and scullies The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread Them niggaZ from Philly would of called him an old head But he an OG remind me of ChaZ and Bump real low key Sounded like he didn't know nothing about drama For this money shit many men do trauma Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass The bulletproof glass was rolled up on the S-Class Heard in DC he kept mad blocks in order Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his spot from constop Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project changed His man just got fucking murked by Salene Heard he got it in the range nigga came popped one in his brain Over some-thing took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back Bow down baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What! I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his eyes Comin up wise emotions closed An' most buying round looking for wisemen toast Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More They sellin herion in Maryland reverse back to diesel Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only ment more cream First it was him and his brother now he got a team Went from 5 and a half grams to living the dream City pulled up Goddamn you know his format Bentley is all marble in the door and floor match Get the hats out the stash box popped two glocks Peace "All eyeZ on me" 2pac Everybody knows he a boss he still gotta floss He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north That's Dime in the blue TS stunting like he Nicky Barnes He broke but he talk like a Don Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitin cat Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack I peep his style son I know his steelo, He on the d-low He smile at niggaZ mumbling fuck you in Creole Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger Hold the iron horiZontally and send shots throug h ya Few niggaZ tried to murk him, most them got found Some turned away try to run they in wheelchairs now Banks hopped out bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat Got out a Black Hummer he blew 90 on that Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that lets go |
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(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha (50 Cent) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love BITCH Never thought you'd be on that BOUGE shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We wanna parlay wit you (50 Cent) Nigga I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea) Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names Bitch why don't you take ya ass home and quit playin games They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea) They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy BITCH (woo) I'm gone show em now I'm gone show em how (show em how) How we break it down This is how it's goin down Them bitches think pussy precious Them niggas they wanna test us Got beef so we be wearin vest-es Look I don't give a fuck nigga Bitch I aint buyin no pussy Nigga you'll die if you push me Nigga you know I'm holy Bitch picture me rollin Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it While I'm ballin she by my side wit me But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me Get out the club bitch (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love BITCH Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love BITCH Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit (50 Cent) My whole team gettin dough bitch On the low bitch, friends'll kick a nigga do' down fo sho bitch Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you On that pre-Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy Thats where we buy the ice at the right price Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga Shit hit the fan, we fuck around and murdered a nigga Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin Fuck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love BITCH Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love BITCH Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit (50 Cent) This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg" I aint bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?" Bitches know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin When ever I'm around motherfuckas stop joke-in They know how I get down, I be motherfuckin Loc-in Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub Her and her girlfriend gone show me some GROUPIE love (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love BITCH Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love BITCH Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club BITCH (50 Cent talking over beat) 2000 shit motherfucker you know how this shit goin down This is my shit, from now on this is my shit Nigga can't eat, nigga can't sleep, nigga can't do shit Unless I say he can nigga Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I'll leave wit 4 stiches Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult You and every motherfucka that roll wit you You bitch ass nigga I'ma see you Nigga is sweet like candy I can get cha now or later You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa Nigga is sweet like candy I don't care how much you pray Nigga I don't care how much you paid And you sweet like candy I can get you now or later, later, playa |
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(Chorus: *Scratching*)
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In The Ass " Fuck You" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" (Verse) Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em There's a lot of talk in the streets about me Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up LET'S GO Chorus (Different Variations) (Verse) Maaaaaaaaan I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy I been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic" If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight How dare these niggaz take me lightly? I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind" Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine Chorus (Different Variations) (Verse) Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot" When I drop, I'ma sell like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me The D's call me by my government name I be dumb and shoot up parks Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'" There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart So when they come home, the come home Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede" Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+ See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me in the street Ha-ha Chorus (Different Variations) |
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"Be A Gentleman"
(Chorus) It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that) Cuz Jesus Christ can't save you when you on ganster prey (50 Cent) Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish to fry Since 'How to Rob' a lot of niggas been naming names Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game Still niggas acting like I don't get down or something Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something You gonna talk about your chips till we run in your crib And you gone ask dumb questions like "Can I Live?" Look, If I shoot you, I'm famous If you shoot me your brainless, you said it yourself I'm slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you Swift enough to snatch the mack and pop that at you Take it personal see if I won't send you to hell I've done told Ton and Pok? they better have my bail But if its over a mil don't put the crib up dun Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run (Chorus 2x) It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh, nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend (bo! bo! bo! bo! bo!...It's gangsta) (50 Cent) Look I'm supposed to be cocky, I ain't a po' no mo' I ain't gotta steal from the corna' store no mo' Got my own crib, I ain't sleepin' on the flo' no mo' Bouncers don't try to play me at the do' no mo' But when they see me they say search him "He might have the nine He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne" It's been a while since a new nigga came tight like this Ya man, he aight, but he ain't quite like this Niggas is feelin' it The Benz pullin up on the set (uh huh) Me jumpin out 30 tho on my neck (uh huh uh huh) And since you said it was nothin' to sweat (what) That you was outta line so here's what you get A verbal ass kickin' Jesus Christ sent me to test ya Let's see how see how he act's under pressure Till Makaveli returns it's 'All Eyez On Me' Till the feds build up cases and find pie's on me (Chorus 2x) It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh bwahh, bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend (bo! bo! bo!, It's gangsta) It's gangsta, 2000 shit (Echoing) Ya'll know what you need to do, get together, make a We Are The World record, faggot ass niggas) |
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Nobody likes me
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 bitches 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 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 tracks They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me OG's look at me and see what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit The thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! [I don't believe you!] Murder! [Fuck around and leave you!] Murder! [I don't believe you!] Murder, murder! [Your life's on the line!] 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 issue, I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, 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 rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't 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, one [One] [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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Aight, check this shit out
Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car I'm'a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go I got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man? Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some get this money shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DA I sold dope in VA my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA I'll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case I'ma kill Guiliani It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes (Chorus - repeat 2X) NY ain't the same, it's OT playa you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down About my money man, about my money man |
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time (Chorus) Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again, just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again, and again Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim' For all you slow muthaf**kas I'm a break it down iller See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize cat Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat how he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks F**kin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks (Chorus) That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion (Chorus) Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky Cally Rodney Bump and Chick, shit A lot a niggas flow the way I flow but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow don't kill you the Mac will |
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Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin? I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga It's not safe around here as soon as the street lights G-Unit nigga (random shout outs) (50 cent and G-Unit) We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE Ain't no money sellin' coke... WE GON SELL DOPE Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X And if niggaz wont by the X... WE GON SELL TECS (Lloyd Banks) My advice for y'all niggaz is stop frontin 'Cause 50 say pop somethin', I'm gon pop somethin', what up? (50 Cent) Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip Get in the whip, it's a wrap (Lloyd Banks) Nah fuck that (50 Cent) Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that's that Niggaz running with the steel out, now it's time to peel out (Lloyd Banks) 50 let me drive (50 Cent) Nah I got this, nigga chill out (Lloyd Banks) It'd be nice to get the niggaz ice, get it, give it back (50 Cent) Just get in the corner store cause it's full of them A-rabs They blowin' the shit up like it's okay I got a bomb on my waist I'm Kamikaze (laughing) I dare Ds to get next to me (Lloyd Banks) Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me (explosion) Yeah, yeah that's it, it's a freestyle The fuck you want for free? Fucking A-rabs just ran the planes into the fucking building Coke price went up 10 grand this fucking week |
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Uh, yeah, 50 Cent
It's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga Take that, yo, aiyyo Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Ace and Jack Fuck that, if I was you, I be scared of me too Yo Stretch, roll the weed, while I tell 'em what I need I need cream by the stacks, shells for the mac Rims for the 'Ac, and a bitch to blow her back I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats I need the police to chill, stay the fuck off my back See a nigga in a Benz, sway peddling crack I need a stash box son, so I could stash the gat I need a stadium light, to leave 'em blind as a bat Flipping from under my plate, while I'm running from Jake I'm making mistakes, look I need extra pace My man up north, need the new Stretch Mix Tape I'm physically fit, nah for real son I'm in shape I need that Beyonce bitch, to take me out on a date Niggas follow my footsteps, 'cause everything I say, slick But I need y'all niggas, to get off my dick My description in three words, real witty cat I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the titties at What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Arm-Strong Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going down |
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