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My Gun
(50 Cent) (Gunshots & Tire Screeching) (Chorus) Nigga, my gun go off You see the barrell turnin' You feel the hollows burnin' Nigga now you learnin' Nigga, my gun go off Call it attempted murder Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya, When I come back bustin' Nigga, my gun go off Don't try to say I'm trippin' When I get to flippin' Then I smack the clip in, Nigga, my gun go off We call it putting work in, Leavin niggas hurtin, Homocide's learkin' My gun go off (Verse 1) F**k Boy you can see it to believe it Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic Believe me its easy I'll hurt you, I'll merk you, I'll pop summin' Drop summin', I aint gonna stop hunting Run run till you're spun One shot One gun One-9... 1-1 emergency, It's murder, B It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger No mistake for that cake I'm hittin you and your niggas Feel the flame when I aim, For the top of your brain See the spark and the bang, Nigga shit ain't a game Do the math or get blast Bullets go through the glass Go through your ass fast And the leather seat sittin Ave. Its not a war when there's casualties on one side I ride Turn it up on you niggas after Jay ride by I click-clack thats that i don't flash, i mash I wave the Uzi at em, I make a movie out em. (Chorus) Nigga, my gun go off You see the barrell turnin' You feel the hollows burnin' Nigga now you learnin' Nigga, my gun go off Call it attempted murder Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya, When I come back bustin' Nigga, my gun go off Don't try to say I'm trippin' When I get to flippin' Then I smack the clip in, Nigga, my gun go off We call it putting work in, Leavin niggas hurtin, Homocide's learkin' My gun go off (Verse 2) You better lose yourself in the moment Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go You only get one shot before I back out and fire back At ya hat, ya back, ya ass crack, ya nutsack. Your caddilac if you make it to that, I'm hitting that The 70's was smack The 80's crack. The 90's was grimey Millenium mac man Clips on the whips I ride in em Bad bitches I ride inn em Dont worry i'll get 'em Gat Jammed or un-jammed God dam Safest the safety dont work Squeeze the eagle, it chirp. End up faced down in the dirt More than hurt, Bring the beef where you hang out, Bang out, Shots ring out. Hit your shoulders tryin to blow your brains out. Hit your homies in their legs, Bet they have their canes out tomorrow You kno tomorrow's just a day away, If you can keep your heart beatin' then your ass awake. (Chorus) Nigga, my gun go off You see the barrell turnin' You feel the hollows burnin' Nigga now you learnin' Nigga, my gun go off Call it attempted murder Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya, When I come back bustin' Nigga, my gun go off Don't try to say I'm trippin' When I get to flippin' Then I smack the clip in, Nigga, my gun go off We call it putting work in, Leavin niggas hurtin, Homocide's learkin' My gun go off |
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[50 Cent]
AOWWWW! It hurts... Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - YEAH!! D's tryin to plant a murder on me In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me You see Hamo on your crib it ain't a burglary homey They fin' to have me stuck in purgatory I'm down to do the stickin when it come to the orgy Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me Wait! I'm gettin sidetracked, back to the story These cocksuckin detectives got it in fo' me They flash the lights they wanna rough me up Frisk me find my burner and cuff me up But history repeats itself, they never learn The Unit's the new people who gon' behead burns Huh, we'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds And his partner's screamin officer down [Chorus] Police get in the way, I'll murder dem I'll murder dem A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem I said I'll murder dem Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem I'll murder dem You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem You see I told you I'd murder dem [50 Cent] They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch I got two felonies, from sellin that crack shit And the third one, came from showin niggaz my mac spit See I'm down for that daytime action Have niggaz crawlin under cars when I start to cappin So they don't know what to say to the Captain But they know if word get back, somethin gon' happen I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on When you snitchin where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown Southside - I make the best of the worst We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma I come through to see my little nigga with the llama [Chorus] |
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[Chorus - Akon]
Ohhh Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies And when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill If niggas get to fuckin' around, if niggas get to fuckin' around [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire if you can catch one in ya wig You see the Testarosa the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of ya ass off I'm not for the games I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine I let twenty-one shots off at the same time, yeah [Chorus - Akon] [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Where I'm from death is always in the air homie Nanna love me so you know she say my prauers for me I come creepin' through in the 'hood wearin' teflon Hit the corners muthafuckas get left on Niggas know, if not they better check my background Try and stick me I fill ya back wit' mac rounds Ask 'Preme nigga 50 don't back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line boy I'mma air ya ass out Screw ya face at me I wan' know what that's 'bout Nigga I know you ain't mad I done came up And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business wit' 'em I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind All across the world like the globe's mine, yeah! [Chorus - Akon] [Verse 3 - Akon] Konvict Now tell me have you ever looked up at an instance And seen a mac aimin' at'cha head mayne? Before you know it life is flashin' reminiscin' And ya body is drippin' and full of lead mayne I done been there, I done cocked that It ain't never been a question I'm 'bout that Don't go there, ya can cock that And if ya plan to fuck around then reroute that You never catch me ridin' around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper, so [Chorus - Akon] |
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I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 1] I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it For billions, what the fuck? Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, Who the fuck cares Im stanky rich Ima die tryna spend this shit Southside's up in this bitch Yeah i smell like the vault I used to sell dope I did play the block Now i play on boats In the south of France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, fuck the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood clot, chop ya leg" Do not fuck with the kid I get biz wit the cigg I come where you live Ya dig? [Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 2] You can call this my new shit But it aint new tho I got rid of my old bitch Now i got new hoes First is was the Benzo Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry! I keep blowin up! (Oh!!) They call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click breakdance Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, "Who wan get it crackin?!" I was young, i couldnt do good Now i cant do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag I just buy the new Jag Now nigga why you mad? Oh you cant do that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like my style Ha ha im headin to the bank right now [Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a teflon Don, but i run New York When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk I I get it, In the hood if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya im bout my bread I I get it, Round the world if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya they love the kid I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa.. I get money, money is got Im back on the streets man, I get money, money is got Im bringin the heat man, I get money, money is got Im on my grind, Money I got, money is got Like all the time, I get money, money is got Tryna stop my shine, I get money, money is got Ill cock my 9 Dont get outta line, Money I got, money is got I said dont get outta line I I get it.. I I get it.. Yeah, yeah. |
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<b>50 Cent</b>
Something special Unforgettable 50 Cent-Cent Justin-tin Timbaland-land Goddamn, damn She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that it's right here for her I wanna see her break it down I'm ballin', throwin' money around She a workin girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money, money, she makin', makin' Look at the way she shakin', shakin' Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it now Don't stop, get it, get it The way she shakin' make you want to hit it Think she double jointed from the way she splitted Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it She's so much more than you're used to She knows just how to move to seduce you She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop <b>50 Cent and Justin Timberlake</b> She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her On the late night till daylight, the club jumpin' If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you <b>50 Cent</b> Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop Make it rain for her so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In her fantasy, it's plain to see Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking All into my set sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch till the club close Watchin' her do her thing on all fours Now that that there should be against the law From side to side, let the ride break it down-down-down You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you |
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 f**kin' crazy 50 dont know how to treat a lady They wrong, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt you But I call a square a square and a circle a circle So if you act like a bitch, I call you a bitch then hang up Probably call you right back and shit And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me for tellin' lies Like Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch" As Bobby said "Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie" I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okay You can be my Beyonce I'll be your Jay I gotta great sense of humour, questions make ya smile then I whoo ya! You know how I do ya, or do ya? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It's New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stop I told you, Im'a Don you goin' on ma'dam After you shop 'till your feet hurt in Malones Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish They say the scene of me was made for lovers out in Paris The risers and the beleivers sayin' "50 we love you" But out there, theres no me so I love them You may not recognize this, the reason I exist Deliver best than the best so perfection I guess Just like I miss the stress, I'll pass the test Everytime I drop, Im burnin' hot I dont care If she loves me or loves me not As long as I enjoy the time that we spent I dont care, baby we could f**k and be friends Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz You know its me... [Chorus: 50 Cent] Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see |
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The realest thing that you can do is just putting a drum beat whit nothing but a drum beat
Niggers, niggers copy my style so I need to swithc up on them I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound Incase a mother fucker got to get shot The only time is coming, slow down See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot D's will shut your block down, after your shot down We gonna come through and set up shop You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now How I change shit, re-arrange shit See for you dog, this is new shit Im from Southside, nigga we do this They say Im grimey, its hard to find me When sun lighten up the sky Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga! We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? I'm 'bout my bread now, I'll cut your head now You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now Nigga I'm eatin' you know I ain't go'n' stop now One more trip, one more flip I move a truckload nigga, not one brick They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it Light up more shit, the car there when we on it I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Vette Yeah I stunt in the Vette, got stash in the bank I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean With a 4. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard try'na fuck your daughter The LSD will have niggas runnin' round try'na kill you for us Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho' We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? |
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(intro)
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit (verse 1) im in my lambo maggot my fo fo fagget doors cliffed up im like go go gadget see this shit I got on homie i'd hate to my teflon on boy my goverment issue I hit your vertebrate,bullet went through tissue your wife on the futon huggin her shit soon homie you a bitch you got feminime ways heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got four fifths and bananas on the case they got more whips than a runaway slave me and yayo go back like some high top fades when I made 50 mil <a href="/Eminem" title="Eminem">Em</a> got paid when I made 60 mil <a href="/Dr._Dre" title="Dr. Dre">Dre</a> got paid when I made 80 mil Jimmy got paid I ain't even got to rap now life is made said I aint even got to rap, i'm filthy man (chorus) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4 I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (verse 2) I think nothin but hundred dollar bills on the bank role I got the kind of money that the bank cant hold got off the street movin mongoose and hoes seven three capris old school when I role ways pass fuck the toe no more paltinum i'm wearing gold im internationally known as the kid with the flow that brings enough dough theres never enough dough shit I need more get that shit out the stove baby blue was dough fresh off the flow stash blocks by the dash some by the wall make the purple bring the green and fuck the law im also raw im hot im sure im like the coolest motherfucka around the globe boy I sent the club on fire I told ya im the general saluting his soldiers (chorus) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4 I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (verse 3) now work it out now shortie work it out, I want see you brake it down now back it up now ,you know what im about just like I bank job I'm in and I'm out now work it out now, work it out work it out, now work it out now, work it out, work it out |
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Shorty you aint gotta tick tock just move it to the side If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride It goes up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its only night I know what you like And I just had a break yall Good Evening Ladies I tell you from the start I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park There's lots of activities fun things to do And now I find my pleasure in pleasing you Some rides go fast some rides go slow If your heights went up high yeah I go low It tastes so sweet let's dig in cotton candy You can carry the weight we can start in a family It's a perfect time for a magic trick Girl you know there's no fun without the magic stick Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat Applause now it's the first half of my act Started as a pimp now I'm more like a mat I don't need your paper just don't fuck with my stats Oh it's like that Yeah it's like that Shorty you aint gotta tick tock just move it to the side If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride It goes up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its only night I know what you like And I just had a break yall Now you can ride the horse around the carousel Explosions Trojans all in the hotel Put me to the test girl I don't fail Now work it out Without a doubt There's plenty water rising I'm sure it'll get you wet in the pot Have your luster's seduction considered or not Throw a hoop around the bottle I'll be your teddy bear Whatever color you like you know I don't care I really want to thank you for attending this affair Now go and come with your friends to come have fun here I smile when I speak put up your hands sincere And your pass is valid all summer my dear So watch everything that you can always return There's so many tricks to the trade you should learn Suck that Lick that Swallow that lollipop Forget that Brick that Ride it non stop Shorty you aint gotta tick tock just move it to the side If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride It goes up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its only night I know what you like And I just had a break yall |
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[Intro]
High-speed Ferrari movement 3rd lane switching lanes, whuddup? Brooklyn, whuddup? Fa'rock, whuddup? [Chorus] While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm), kissin' I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen While Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you boo" I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah) I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 1] You wann' problem wit' me? - No problem, it's all good I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when ya see me I appear and disappear wit' the heata like Houdini They parry wit' bullshiit - git'cha azz popped Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot I'm in the cut like germs, I do durrt like worms Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn I fire on ya azz, dem hollow-tips burn, baby burn I'm screamin' "Fuck the cops!", 'fore I 'round my glock Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck dat box! Dat's how P. got knocked, dat's how jewl got drop But Dre beat dat nigga, go 'head, repeat dat nigga You might learn a lil' summin' if you learn to stop frontin' My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in' I'm runnin' wit' the Dope-man [Chorus] When Jenny and Jumaine was (Mm mm), kissin' I was baggin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen When Puffy just tellin' Cam, "I love you boo" I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 2] Have the dice game, I'm bet it all, you hear what I'm sayin'? Take grand and I fall betta nigga, I ain't playin' I tryinna git it, holla at me if ya wit' it And lace up the chuckas, wit' can ? mothafuckas My stomach is growlin', they say dat I'm wyllin' I'm doin' my numbas, I'm gittin' violent They hearin' me rap and they think dat I'm playin' Till they see the barrel and they see the flame I need full co-operation man, give us the chain The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain't playin' I fire dat thang, it sound insane Holla, I got dat news candi mayne [Chorus] When Jeezy and Keysha was (Mm mm), kissin' I was baggin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen When Trina was tellin' Wayne, I love you boo she was just runnin' games, she told Buck dat too I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Outro w/ ad-libin "I got-I got fully loaded clip"] Now nigga, lemme show ya whudd I do this right here! Now, the rugger hold 16! I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got dat! One in the head, 'till it fell! I put anutha one in it the clip, I put it back! Let the bullets burn! |
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| 3:52 |
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[50 Cent]
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down) This is what it sounds like when I'm breakin' it down (Yeah I'm breakin' it down) Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breakin' it down (When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down) It's not my fault (c'mon) It's not fault (I'm hot man!) It's not my fault (c'mon) It's not my fault Till the sun comes up, every night (c'mon) We party and we party 'til daylight We be gettin' it in come on we gettin' it in A lil' Hennessey, a lil' juice and gin It's not a fantasy, it's not pretend We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again Till the sun comes up, every night We party and we party 'til daylight I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know (yeah) I'm really been lookin' into yo' freak show (ah ha) You gimme a little baby and I'ma want mo' O.D.B. said that I like it raaaw! Exotic her body been movin' on the flo' (whoo) Enough to make a nigga lose control (yeah) I'm down to go wherever you wan' go Ya got a man now keep it on the low I do my thing you know I gets my dough I got a few s*tacks me and you can blow We get into the hotel after the show I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer, yeah [Chorus - 50 Cent] On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go Racin' off to see yo' peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo' When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down Ready or not shorty now here I come Shake that thing girl now back it up Work it, work it, girl you turn me on (ha ha) When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down [50 Cent] They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne I'm off the chain I don't play no games I'm hustlin' hard homie I do my thang You f**k wit' the paper then watch the hammer go bang Now shorty I like the way she move them hips I'm tryna get her in my bedroom and shit We can take a long time or get it done quick We can camcord the s*hit make a boom-boom flick It's oh so many places that we can go I really want you shorty shorty now you should know Girl ya body's callin' me hear you loud and clear We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here [Chorus - 50 Cent] On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go Racin' off to see yo' peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo' When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down Ready or not shorty now here I come Shake that thing girl now back it up Work it, work it, girl you turn me on (ha ha) When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down The way you move (the way you move) You make me lose (you make me lose) Of control (of control) I know you know (I know you know) You're so seductive, you make me wanna touch it I ain't got to tell ya, you know I wanna f**k ya I'm feelin' your style ya better watch me now My tongue'll be in ya mouth my hands'll be in ya blouse When you get me aroused you put a spell on me Man if I can't have ya I'ma go crazy I want you bad now and if you want me Girl come to me now, I said come to me now [Chorus - 50 Cent] On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go Racin' off to see yo' peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo' When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down Ready or not shorty now here I come Shake that thing girl now back it up Work it, work it, girl you turn me on (ha ha) When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down It's not my fault (c'mon) It's not my fault, I can break it down It's not my fault (c'mon) It's not my fault, can ya break it down? It's not my fault (c'mon) It's not my fault, I can break it down It's not my fault (c'mon) It's not my fault, can ya break it down? It's not my fault (c'mon) |
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| 14. |
| 2:50 |
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Fire!!! I make it hotter Friction turns to fire You're what I desire I'm comin to getcha girl That's right, that's right It's on tonight Your just my type You're what i like I bring that heat Ya heard me right Everywhere I go, go Let's go Somethin new It's another episode Music bumpin and sweatin Drippin on the dancefloor I like it when shorty get it back in the bag When she do it like that I don't know how to act Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll pay to play it If its worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Baby work it (yeah) Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want i could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what i want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I burn it down on stage I make it hot Til the fire marshals come shut down the spot I had the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggas ain't got the style I got I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down You can hate this but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent Yes the star at the bar, I'll get ya bent You wanna party, let's party You wanna freak, be a freak You wanna creep, we can creep Tell me what it's gonna be So you can... Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what I want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) Fire!!! Now all you really ready I said are really ready I make the temperature rise Now don't be suprised I had a ice on stunt and heavy I got a hell of a flow You should already know So over 30 million records already It's the third time around You know how I get down I'm hands down pound for pound The best around Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll play to play If it's worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Work it (yeah) (Woo) |
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| 3:52 |
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[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? [Verse 1 : 50 Cent] Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into They money I aquire mama make it all simple Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars" Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire The world is still turning, my records are still earnin' Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Oh give it (give it) baby (baby) give it (give it) oh baby give it (give it) baby (baby) give it give it baby (oh baby) [Verse 2 : 50 Cent] Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time When I smile your smile should be as big as mines Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Oh give it (give it) baby (baby) give it (give it) oh baby give it (give it) baby (baby) baby baby (oh baby) what ya gonna give me back your gonna make me fall in love OH |
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| 3:58 |
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(Chorus - 50 Cent)
They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy Now those were the days, where crime really pay 9 milly spray, got the xxxx out the way The shootout, the shootout The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the time (Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 2 - 50 Cent) It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed Hood rats to get layed, money to get made Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich Woke up broke, gun in my hand Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig" Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth Sayin' "I dont get on" Im'a lay a nigga out Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny F**k with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 3 - 50 Cent) I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child Got my xxx whooped in Spotford but never that now When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk Send yo punk xxx to therapy to learn how to walk I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip Im take your shit Thats how the esse's play, for that s.s.k Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest And you niggas best be on your best behaviours I was bread for this shit, front Im'a blaze ya(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about |
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| 17. |
| 3:10 |
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Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) [Verse 1 : 50 Cent] You wanna dance, let's dance nigga I'll take you to the prom I'm armed, tre pound in my palm I'm calm nigga, my mama made a baby boy The hood made a man, my first 14 grams took that and made a grand I do this, u knew this, I told you pussy You faked your death, hater fuckin comin from pussy I'll have like EE II EE II UH OH, after the fo-fo blow I get low That's how I go like a pro, it's a rap, I'm a ghost And you smoke like a roach, you been clapped And the fact there's no comin' back from that I'm the last of my breed Mo henny, no weed, just my vest and my semi In the back of the Bentley, I'm a nas and a rase I'm there and I'm gone My lawyers are strong, and my money is long So when I'm right, I'm right, and when I'm wrong, I'm right I'lll hit yo ass up right, nigga its nighty night! [Chorus : 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) [Verse 2 : Tony Yayo] Ayo I'm hotter than a pilot man I catch a body man, Bs an Ks are lyin on the polygram These OGs talk about back in the days I'll have a RIP sign on your Myspace page I'm in ya town nigga Drop ay nigga, GCT coupe in sour grey nigga I'm a 8 nigga, a gorilla in the mist I hold weight nigga, my connects gots bricks That's how it go, you want platinum We still got the same cars, same house, an still fuck the same broads Dreams of fuckin a R&B bitch Damn you look good girl, but get your teeth fixed I'm the Teflon Don boy, i get busy Your next two songs, do the shit with Pretty Ricky 760 drive by like tick With two hoes in the whip lookin like flip Yeah nigga [Chorus : 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) |
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