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Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there) Yea,I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know,this real shit,feel this! [Verse 1] America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me Black Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal Got the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle The women in my life be confusion and shit SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch" Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze I built an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin' Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life The fiends are just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me.. [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine, And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga f**k you (f**k you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2] Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black Talons start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't f**k with me Man my code name, they called me chef boy r 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit Send me them seeds I'll grow em what they need Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic And I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and What goes in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If rap was the block or spot, I'll be potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga f**k you (f**k you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes Or in the jewler switchin chains I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner will tell you he ain't got shit on me The feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop me Racist,pointin at me look at the niggaracci Hello! [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga f**k you (f**k you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) |
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[Intro]
Yeah Im fuckin with this.. Its that classic shit.. That gangster shit.. Yeah.. [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top Damn.. what if? [Verse] If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z Niggaz would think I bumped my fuckin head and went crazy If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady If I put out bullshit joints like AZ Every chance niggaz get they try n play me But I move around with a lil 3.80 A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do I see the world different through my dialated pupils If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya Man ima just keep doin' what I do.. Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top Damn.. what if? [Verse] What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def I probably be a cool ass nigga like Ice Cube Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz Shit I get that child support up with no problem If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught?? Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know You be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth" And if I let the top down on the Azure Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure Haha.. [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top Damn.. what if? |
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[50 Cent (Olivia) Intro]
Yeah.. 50.. Olivia.. We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) [50 Cent Verse] I'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about shit that you know I'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows I be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough You know if it aint the flow then it come from the O's Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes Every hood every city all the gangstaz know Front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow When the champagne finished baby order some more Keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor The way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke?? If you ready to roll shorty we could just roll When you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh) See everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh) So when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) [50 Cent Verse] Now look i know you into the shiny things The platinum chains and the diamond rings The 24 inch chrome on the range I see you in your projects buy your window payin' Now shorty me and you we came up the same The fact before rap i ain't have a thing I hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change I mean i got money out that ass mayne When niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin' Cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um Stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh) We leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh) And get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) |
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[Intro]
Ohh The top feels so much better than the bottom So much better [Chorus:] [Clean version:] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Dirty version:] Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1] Summertime white porche carrera is milky I'm on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit try and stick me imma let off a full clip It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump When we rollin' rollin' rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin' [Chorus] [Verse 2] Niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off After that 5 hour flight from New York I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game Her best friend could potentially be next man Listen man, shit changed I came up from doing my thang Homey I'm holing, holing, holing shit man, the store owner watching you For something get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus] |
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street But you gotta talk to them like they the police Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass [Chorus: Prodigy] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 2: Prodigy] Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible All I know who spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass Listen, keep it far away from me I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work When theb album drop they go bezerk Mad video play, crazy radio spins Number one all the time, our reign never ends Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin [Chorus: Spider Loc] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 3: Spider Loc] I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's f**ked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead Have no idea what type of gun they done him with You see I hear no evil and I see no evil Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal I don't know why my name in your female's phone But you really startin to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels You know how easy it is to get shit confused I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep [Chorus: Ma$e] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 5: Ma$e] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do |
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Yeah! Ha Ha! (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 1) I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga 50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 2) Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy Ronda she told me that nigga a freak And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 3) I love 50 Cent, that's my dad But even my mom talk about him bad She says since he blew up, he changed for sure He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes I don't know why but there personalities collide And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 4) Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up He left us in the hood we fucked up Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 5) That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car I tought him what it takes, to go this far Boy I'm the reason you are what you are (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me |
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