50 Cent - The Massacre (2005) by 50 Cent (보컬) on maniadb.com

50 Cent - In My Hood
Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: In My Hood
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[50 Cent]
Niggaz screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef (nah)
I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
There ain't a shell left in my heat
Y'all niggaz better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it
You niggaz'll get laid out, your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete ship already sinkin
I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll
Niggaz'll eat yo' ass up, cause they heart turned cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I want her
Gimme a second I'ma holla I'ma see whassup
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk (uh-huh)
Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk

[Chorus: 50 Cent singing]
In my hood - niggaz got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy
and niggaz just don't know how to act
In my hood - niggaz is gri-mey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood - niggaz might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back

[50 Cent]
In my hood... I don't trust a muh'fuckin soul
When the D's come they fold, on my first case they told
Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth
Niggaz'll come to your place, put a gun in your face
Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race
Cause a robbery could turn into a homo' case
Co-operate, or Doc'll have to operate
Niggaz I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, niggaz'll go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggaz are lurkin, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em
I'm observin in my hood, cause niggaz be dumbin
Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the runnin
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot?

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
In my hood - the house party off the hook until them shots go off
Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
Up, you shit out of luck if niggaz catch you slippin (uh-huh)
Crack money slow so you know niggaz is trippin (yeah)
Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley (ahh)
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggaz where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
{*click-clack, BLAM*} You know not to do good now

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
In my hood...

(Intro)
This is 50

(Chorus)
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

(Verse 1)
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothaf**ka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

(Chorus x2)
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

(Verse 2)
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six


I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
You'l find me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib
nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips

(Chorus x2)
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

(Bridge)
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit

(Outro)
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah

[Intro - 50 Cent]
Ahh man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to 'em

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
Police responds, never fast enough, to satisfy
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
Its elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight

50 Cent - Piggy Bank Lyrics


[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend
I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it with me, he in PC
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I'll give you what I got

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill
I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real
I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed

[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man
All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin'
You gotta do somethin' baby
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin'
nigga everybody's listenin'
Hahahaha
I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said grip up
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha

Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
[50 Cent]
I'm on my way

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'm a solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my peoples
I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave no witnesses when I ride, B
You fuck with me, you see
I react like an animal,and tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art.
Niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Will daint ya, anger will change ya
And make ya aim there and squeeze

[Chorus 50 Cent]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'm a solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man [x2]

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got a money scheme I'm plottin in the county and I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Shellcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
this aint new, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect aim, you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'm a solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed.

Yeah
Uh huh
So seductive
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead girl don't you stop
Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa
I'll take you to the candy shop
yea
Boy wanna taste what I got
uh huh
I'll have you spending all you got
c'mon
Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa
You could have it your way
How do you want it
You gonna
back that thing up or should
I push up on it
Temperature rising ok
Let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed
hot as a tea kettle
I break it down for you now
baby it's simple
If you be a nympho I be a nympho
In the hotel
or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park
it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick
I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teaching
you about how strong I got you
When you show me
what you working baby
No problem
Get on top get your
bounce around like a lowrider
I'm a seasoned vet
when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you
could play with the stick
I'm trying to explain baby the
best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl
not in your hand
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead girl don't you stop
Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy wanna taste what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa
Girl what we do
what we do
And where we do
and where we do
The things we do
things we do
Are just between me and you
oh yeah
Give it to me baby
nice and slow
Climb on top ride
like you in a rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like
this before
Cuz I ain't never put it down
like this Soon as I
come through the door
she kept pulling on my zipper
It's like a race who can
get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic
it is to watch her in thongs
Had me thinking about that ass
after I'm gone
I touched the right spot
at the right time
Lights on or lights off
she like it from behind
So seductive you should
see the way she whine
Her hips in slow mo on
the floor when we grind
No she ain't stopping homie
and I ain't stopping
Dripping wet with sweat man
it's on and popping
All my champagne campaign
bottle after bottle it's on
And we gonna sip that
heavy bubble is
every bottle is gone
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead girl don't you stop
Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy wanna taste what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead girl don't you stop
Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy wanna taste what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa

[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)

[50 Cent]:
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang
(You know how I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

Artist: 50 Cent
Song: Get In My Car
[Intro]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, motherf**kers freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don't f**k with you niggaz
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggaz
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa till the motherf**kin' end {*gunshots*}

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 2]
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain't ?? these hoes, man I'm bout my paper


If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my jeep, f**k till I f**k up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game f**k with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' {*gunshots*}

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you f**kin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed {*gunshots8}

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit

Intro)
Yeah
I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin
I'ma catch you sumthin

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

(Verse 1)
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day
You thought I really wanted your pussy, bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reaked of marijuana
Cocaine coming out my pores in the summer
Im serious man I'm so sincere
This the flow right here that f**ked up Jeffery's career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice


That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

(Verse 2)

Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleeping
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin f**k jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switch states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get f**ked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not


The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me
Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in
Relapse you fat bitch, don't ever try that again
All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin'
But we have a bond and its not to be broken

We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me
I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me
I heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl
But boy, oh boy, fuckin' wit me is a whole 'nother world
After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin'
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing"
Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too
I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm fuckin' with you
I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new
I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right
Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm
I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward
Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me
Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV
I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy


We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be


I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say
But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away
They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a fuckin' fiend
Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you
Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do
Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good
I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should
It was written long before, it was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate
And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates
And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes


We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

50 Cent - Ryder Music Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew

[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don't f**k with these clown niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stocks sore
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done f**ked like half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made


They make you wanna run across they head wit a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen, your f**kin' brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

Lil mama
show me how you move it
Better yet put your
back into it
Do your thing like it
ain't nothing to it
Shake sh sh
shake that ass girl
Lil mama
show me how you move it
Better yet put your
back into it
Do your thing like it
ain't nothing to it
Shake sh sh
shake that ass girl
Go go go 50 in the house
Bounce y'all already
know what I'm about
The flow sound sick over
Dre drums nigga I ain't
stupid I see Doc then my
doe come quicker whoa
Shorty hips is hypnotic
she moves it so erotic
Girl watch I'm like
bounce that ass girl
I get it crunk in here
I make it jump in here
Front in here we'll
thump in here ohh
So gutter so ghetto so hood
So gully so grimey what's good
Outside the Benz on dubs
I'm in the club wit the snub
Don't start nothing there
won't be nothing uhh
Lil mama
show me how you move it
Better yet put your
back into it
Do your thing like it
ain't nothing to it
Shake sh sh
shake that ass girl
Lil mama
show me how you move it
Better yet put your
back into it
Do your thing like it
ain't nothing to it
Shake sh sh
shake that ass girl
Let's party
Everybody stand up
Everybody put your hands up
Let's party
Everybody bounce wit me
Some champagne and burn a
little greenery
It's hot Disco inferno
Let's go
You're now rocking wit a pro
I get dough to flip dough
to get more fa sho'
Get my drink on
then get on the dance floor
Look homie I don't dance
all I do it this
It's the same two step
wit a lil twist
Listen punk I ain't new to
this I'm true to this
Pay attention boy I'll teach
you how to do this shit
You mix a little
Goose little Dom Perignon
And a little Hennessy you
know we fin' to carry on
I'm hollering at these
shorties in the club
trying to get right
We gon be up in this bitch
till we break daylight
Lil mama
show me how you move it
Better yet
put your back into it
Do your thing like it
ain't nothing to it
Shake sh sh
shake that ass girl
Lil mama
show me how you move it
Better yet put your
back into it
Do your thing like it
ain't nothing to it
Shake sh sh
shake that ass girl
You see me shining lit up wit
diamonds Cause I
stay grindin uh huh
Homie you can catch me
swooping Bentley Coupe and
switching lanes haha
If you see me rolling
you know I'm holding
I'm bout my paper yeah
Nigga I'm serious I ain't
playing I'll embed it
in your brain I'm
off the chain G Unit
Next level now
turn it up a notch
Em and Dre sent me to
tear up the spot
Front on me oh no
you know I'm loco
Hands up on the dance floor
okay let's go
Lil mama
show me how you move it
Better yet put your
back into it
Do your thing like it
ain't nothing to it
Shake sh sh
shake that ass girl
Lil mama
show me how you move it
Better yet put your
back into it
Do your thing like it
ain't nothing to it
Shake sh sh
shake that ass girl

Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit unite

[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

continued below...
Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down JUST a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and (nothing said) a lil bit

[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell YO, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro'
Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and (nothing said) a lil bit

[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna fuck tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, x up, c'mon

[Chorus x2]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit

Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, frontin' with my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm f**kin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, frontin' with my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 2]
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, f**k it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
F**k around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville


Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that feed em too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, frontin' with my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 3]
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will accomadate you.
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future f**kin' with me, there's no tomorrow
niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit you wit hollows

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, frontin' with my do' when the guns come out

[Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way i say do it
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I say it's on, then it's on
Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more
You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

This is so close, now follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'
They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me,
Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man
Hold me down

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That uz I pop, them hollow's so hot, yo ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head all taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
Black tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organize discipline, plus we militant

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]

I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat
My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja
My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries
Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man

[chorus]

[Intro]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha

[50 Cent]
Aww nigga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you f**k with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna f**k with my clique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
murcielago top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick


My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas with gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they don't f**k with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50, shit its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one 'cause
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, pirrellis on the Porsche chirpin'(I'm kaing movies)
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas with gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna

Yea uh huh
I like the way that feel )

I built you up , what
If ever I fall down
N' I need you to pick me up
Promise me you be around
Hold me down
I build you up

Listen if you let me, I'll b the reason you shine
It's a secret, I want the world to know dat you mine
But on sum real shit, communications could be better
So I'm writin' this song instead of a love letter.
They gon play it on da radio a hundred times a day
I figure, when you hear it, you gon stop n think of me
I wanna get to know you, and b the reason you Smile
Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get Down
When times are tough, tell me dat I'm special
Not rap, I mean me, dat I'm special
You know they say diamonds are a girls best friend
Precious stones, could you put me befo' them
If so, I'll see to it dat they'll always around
Nothin, but da best, now how does dat sound
If I drop a jewel when we talk, you can keep it
Girl, you on my mind all da time, dat's a secret, shhhh

Baby, I build you up
Girl, if I, have a show, I'd have you by my side
Girl, I build you up

Girl, I need to know fa sho, you mine
Girl, I need to know fa sho, you mine

Girl I think about you hopin' that u feel tha same way,
or is it just ma imagination again runnin' away?
If you ready to ride, girl come on, let's roll
G5, how I fly, 'ma lets go
It was hard to measure da pleasure of havin' you in my presence
Yo smile makes me smile, I show you my style
We can shop a lil bit, I'll pick out sum shit
One pair at a time, till yo shoe game sick
Now who knows, what the future holds
We be together prolly, fo betta or for worse
Like Whitney and Bobby
If you wanna play house, we can play house then
But wait.. why pretend when you can move in
Befo I'll be yo buddy in bed, lemme be yo best friend
Girl it's mo' then lust, I want yo trust
You keep it reel wit me, I keep it reel wit'chu
'Cause I know wit'chu by my side, there's nothin' I can't do

Baby, I build you up
Girl, if I, have a show, I'd have you by my side
Girl, I build you up
Girl, I need to know fa sho, you mine
When you up when you down
If you smile, if you frown
I'll b wit'chu baby
La La La..................

Baby, I build you up
Girl, if I, have a show, I'd have you by my side
Girl, I build you up
Girl, I need to know fa sho, you mine
When you up when you down
If you smile, if you frown
I'll b wit'chu baby
La La La..................

[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
put my willy upon your face
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
It ain't my fault

[Bridge]
I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
I'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream
Best deal I made was tradin a mic for a triple beam
I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell
So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell
I need no answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell
Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it (Yeaaah!)

[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face


Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
It ain't my fault

[Bridge]
I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
i drift off on a cloud, by myself
Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay
A OLD G told me God's favorites have a hard time
You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind
I'm a spunge, knowledge and wisdom, my insult off fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math

[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

Summer winter spring and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby
you're my baby
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby
you're my baby
And you're amazing
so amazing
I'm from city to city
to shop the show
See me I been gliding
across the globe
I hustle hard to get the
grib fa sho'
So when I make time
to call you
you should pick up the phone
Tell me
whats on your mind
when you're alone
Have ya touching on yourself girl
all in the zone Now
if I told you all
What things I say would I be wrong
Well then I wouldn't be right
Matter fact
I'd be on the next flight
tryna get it on wtih you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot
have ya piped and hot
While the wind blow through your
hair in the drop
Just lay back
relax to the sounds of the sex
And let me to what I do
until you climax
You can go straight to
sleep after its all over
In the morning roll over
we can start over
Summer winter spring and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby
you're my baby
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby
you're my baby
And you're amazing
so amazing
I called just to say
hope you having a nice day
You're special
I get into you
oops I mean I'm into you
Every chance I get
I find time to spend with you
Jet to bring you to me
just to watch a movie
Better yet to watch
you climb into the jacuzzi
Bubbles in he bath
don in the glass
Funny how time flies
when you full of laughs
Its fun but before long
a nigga gotta dash
For the lifestyle I live
a nigga need cash
To come quick
so I don't fuck with the stash
I know you like pomps and boots
I like jeeps and coupes
so I grind all the time
just gimme some loot
I put a spell on you
I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom working it well
I don't kiss and tell
But I don't care
if you kiss and tell
You can tell your
girlfriend the details
Summer winter spring and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby
you're my baby
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby
you're my baby
And you're amazing
so amazing
Summer winter spring and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby
you're my baby
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby
you're my baby
And you're amazing
so amazing

Yeah
It is what it is man
Uh huh

Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack
Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
First to let off, last to run, everytime its on

I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

What, niggas yeah
Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
Oh yeah
That's what I thought so, pussy

niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie
nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit
Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin
What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started
Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at
Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya

I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'


What?
Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
You must be out your rabbid ass mind
Fuck around and kill one of these niggas

yeah
let's take 'em back
uh-huh
comin' up I was confused, my momma kissin' a girl
confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
daddy ain't around, probly out commitin' felonies
my favorite rapper used to sing "che-check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
fo' a four-finger ring, runnin' them gold ropes
Stanny told me if I pass, it'd be the sheepskin coat
If i could move a few packs, it'd be the hat, and that'd be dope
tossed and turned in my sleep that night
woke up the next mornin', niggas done stole my bike
different day, same shit ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd runaway from this bitch, and never come back if I could

chorus:
(x2)
hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
and I'm gonna shine, homey, until my heart stops
go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
and I ain't goin' nowhere
so you could get to know me

I told Dre from the gate that I could carry the heat for ya
first mix tape song, I inherited befo' ya
gritted my teeth fo' ya
g-g-g-gee fo' ya
put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
at my last show I threw away my W A gold
I had the whole crowd yellin' "free Yayo"
so niggas better get up outta mine
'fore I creep and turn yo' projects into Columbine
and I'm rap's MVP, don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
this nigga ain't guady, he pretend
mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
and it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
and this b-shit is for birds, and birds fly south
even Young Buc can vouch, when the doubts was out,
who gave the west coast mouth-to-mouth

chorus(x2)

from the beginning to the end,
losers lose, winners win
this is real, we ain't got to pretend
the cold world that we in
full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change
it's stayin' the same
how many of them bowls was with ya
when you had that little tv you had to hit on to get a picture

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.

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

(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

(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

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