I don't love hoes I'm sharin them I ain't lovin them or hand cuffin them cause baby I'm pimpin You love hoes You chasin them You be lacin them while I'm replacin them cause baby I'm pimpin I lay my pimp game down when it comes to these bitches They do what I say and obey all my wishes Wash all my clothes and clean dirty dishes I turn a sweet bitch to a switchblade sister While you shop on Melrose buyin hoes shoes I'm in Mickey D's buying number two Now get yo ass on the track and get the dough for me I'm the number one pimp so she chosen me And my hoes where the ballers and bros be They collect them G's and they give 'em to me I'm pimpin no perm just gators Pimpin show you how to stunt on them haters Pimpin flossin in that new Cadillac Pimpin chinchil' with the fur hat Pimpin I show you how to school a hoe And when you chasin them bitches I'm chasin the dough I don't love hoes I'm sharin them I ain't lovin them or hand cuffin them cause baby I'm pimpin You love hoes You chasin them You be lacin them while I'm replacin them cause baby I'm pimpin Freakin I ain't speakin girl I ain't cha hubby Ma back that thing up girl time is money You ain't freakin I ain't speakin girl I ain't no dummy And we can play the Marriott ball pop some bubbly That said If fifty can't get none I ain't speakin Girl I ain't speakin Girl I ain't speakin I said if Banks can't get none I ain't speakin Girl I ain't speakin Girl I ain't speakin Yeah Lisa and Kim They Straight Outta Cashville I met 'em with Buck in his mansion in Nashville My bitch from the D used to live on Marshall block I put a foot to her ass like martial arts I got a stable of hoes in the CPT Ask my nigga Snoop and the DRE Girl fix your lipstick Your hair is a mess And I know your feet hurt in them damn Payless I don't love hoes I'm sharin them I ain't lovin them or hand cuffin them cause baby I'm pimpin You love hoes You chasin them You be lacin them while I'm replacin them cause baby I'm pimpin
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!)
Aww nigga do you know what this is One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!) Aww nigga do you know who you with It's tony yayo up in this bitch Got them german lugers with them hollow tips See shot lugers with an extra clip
(50 CENT VERSE) 50 cent back on that gangsta shit On my way ot to flip them bricks In that big body benz you know its oh 6 Got your bitch on my dick i stack them chips And a flash as a f**k my jewels so sick From a block away you can see them kid Dont front mothaf**ka you know my style I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal Im on the low shorty gotta thing for the kid And you know im feelin to take her back to the crib Here we go imma show her how a playa live At the door i tell her to take her clothes off...shit
(HOOK) (50 CENT) - shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move that makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again (YAYO) - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
(TONY YAYO VERSE) I put the g in g-unit baby i got game Head to go good to go and i dont know your name Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star Ladies tell the truth you know im cute But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off I cant stop thinkin of the things you do
When your freakin me and im freakin you I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare Baby let me fly you in my lair Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby Its past my curfew but parole don't know Tear up the club dont call my p.o.
(HOOK) (50 CENT) - shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move that makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again (YAYO) - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
(TONY YAYO VERSE) My ways be spinnin i charm the amazing way You know them black and them white and the asian women Lets cut the small talk you know why i brought you I can't stand when a dime act anti-social Gucci,lip gloss,louis baton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm Yayos a don my car european You got mirrors in your pants cause i can see me in um Listen i piss out cris inhale haze Im a get married and get laid all day Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum I need groupie love the coupe on dubs Im in this club with a tre pound star Dont blame it on david im all iced out Cause 50 got me rich so the bar all priced out
(HOOK) (50 CENT) - shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move that makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again (YAYO) - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
<i>[Intro: Tony Yayo]</i> Turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick man I'm feelin to body this track and body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet 44 bulldog, get money hustle hard So the feds want my face on that damn number card I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin I help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dame Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein Niggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is butt Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna And you know how I ride when the beef is on Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs
<i>[Chorus: Tony Yayo]</i> It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground And that's why homicide all around There's a hole, there's a hole There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg Hole in his pants, holes everywhere And that's why homicide all around There's a body, there's a body There's a body in a drop, body in a lot Body uptown, body downtown And that's why homicide all around
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid I turn your brains into red concrete stains That's the beauty of gruesome violence I'm loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silent Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move And if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish food Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin Gas your team, nigga I'ma blast your team I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni Like that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City" In broad daylight, you better think twice Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right
<i>[Chorus: Tony Yayo]</i> It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground And that's why homicide all around It's a hole, it's a hole It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg Hole in his pants, holes everywhere And that's why homicide all around It's a body, it's a body It's a body in a drop, body on the block Body uptown, body downtown And that's why homicide all around
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Feelin to fuckin kill somebody right now nigga, fuck! Got a SHITLOAD of guns right now nigga Homicide come around I'm gone nigga When you see them suits and ties You best to believe I did that to you nigga Matter of fact I didn't do that to you Huh, c'mon man, shit is real man This is for them niggaz - fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethin Don't run up on no whip Just run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin brains out That's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me? Don't fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethin Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!
It Is What It Is featuring Spider Loc작곡:C. Williams,Luis Resto,M. Bernard,Marshall Mathers,S. Vuignier,Steven King
[Chorus] 22's on the Porsche drugs henny in the fridge That's how we live it is what it is We run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz We know where you live it is what it is If we can't eat then your team can't live That's how it is it is what it is Nigga that's how it is it is what it is Nigga that's how it is it is what it is
I'm crippin' everyday token meet Jamaica My pistol get it poppin' like the pistons and the pacers I'm the messenger of misery I move discrete You kiddin' me my victory is in the jaws of defeat Then these haters wanna kill me 'cause my dreams is reality The sig with the beam will cause a fatality Just caught a case but it's a minor technicality With shooters on the street prosecutors keep houndin' me What you know about Grammy speeches sandy beaches Pales that seedless four pounds and sweepers Movie features groupie divas deals wit sneakers Secluded in the woods from the snakes and leaches I'm makin' money on the road homie autographin ass While you on a silver horse with your metro pass For every dollar you make nigga I make a G Damn it feels good to live life like me
[Chorus]
Its spider and big yay, we doin' it which way? Real big 'cause he stay where the rich stay We get it crackin' like a high school ditch day Ghetto mackin' is how I do the inch pay A Escalade and a two che six tray But his life is the price that the snitch pay But its polital my paper sprowtin' My girl get upset I don't take her out and My choice of occupation make her doubting Ill be out the front door I can't take the poutin' I'm about anything that'll make a mountain of this mula Ooh all the cake I'm countin' See the games too deep I can't shake I'm scoutin' the clout A fast line like the Lakers shoutin' Tryna have me a flat wit some acres Out in the boon docks so I move without them fakers
[Chorus]
I'm filthy so stop hatin' the milli's what I'm waving You guilty by association you payin' for operations Your kids be orphans coughi'n up orchids We sprayin' up your Benz you layin' in coffins Its gunit click nigga you love what we spit nigga My wrist glist and glitter 'cause we sittin on six figgas Yo its all about the benjamins feel the adrenalin Yo we killin' 'em wit' beats from Dre and Eminem Your bitch keep runnin' me I know she feelin' me My last cap and gown was in elementary The kid is back the kid is crack I'm hot hot the way we rap we blazin' tracks You not not and em on the beat I had to hire Marshall So we keep the club packed full of fire marshals Nigga 'em on the beat I had to hire Marshall So we keep the club packed full of fire marshals
[Chorus]
Tattle Teller 작곡:Darryl Hall,J. Oats,M. Clervoix,Marvin Bernard,R. Smith
[Chorus: x2] I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga You coward nigga, you teller nigga Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
There's rats in the street, and rats in the jail In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell Shit Steven Seagal, I used to love his karate But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti Pillow-talk wit' cha girl about that German Ruger Got her in a small room with the prosecutor Watch ya shooter, them feds givin years for them guns And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshals come D.A. don't play, giving life off of hearsay And right hand on the stand for conspiracy Kingpin charges, and that RICO law Got agents in your spot for them bricks of raw And people tellin on you that you never saw Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor The game over, man everybody wanna snatch Fat Cat and Alpo nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past Now he rattin' on his co-D's, snitchin' on his homies To government officials, and U.S. attorneys He told about his lifestyle and old war stories The brawl in be
So Seductive featuring 50 Cent작곡:Curtis Jackson,Marvin Bernard,Michael Harper
[TONY YAYO:] Aww nigga do you know what this is One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!) Aww nigga do you know who you with It's tony yayo up in this bitch Got them drum lugers with them hollow tips See shot lugers with an extra clip [50 CENT:] 50 cent back on that gangsta shit On my way ot to flip them bricks In that big body benz you know its oh 6 Got your bitch on my dick i stack them chips And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick From a block away you can see them kid Dont front mothafucka you know my style I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal Im on the low shorty gotta thing for the kid And you know im feelin to take her back to the crib Here we go imma show her how a playa live At the door i tell her to take her clothes off...shit [HOOK:] [50 CENT] Shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move that makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again [TONY YAYO:] I put the g in g-unit baby i got game Head to go good to go and i dont know your name Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star Ladies tell the truth you know im cute But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off I cant stop thinkin of the things you do When your freakin me and im freakin you I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare Baby let me fly you in my lair Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby Its past my curfew but parole don't know Tear up the club dont call my p.o. [HOOK:] [50 CENT] Shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move that makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again [TONY YAYO:] My ways be spinnin i charm the amazing way You know them black and them white and the asian women Lets cut the small talk you know why i brought you I can't stand when a dime act anti-social Gucci,lip gloss,louis baton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm Yayos a don my car european You got mirrors in your pants cause i can see me in um Listen i piss out cris inhale haze Im a get married and get laid all day Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum I need groupie love the coupe on dubs Im in this club with a tre pound star Dont blame it on david im all iced out Cause 50 got me rich so the bar all priced out [HOOK:] [50 CENT] Shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move that makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> This that gangster shit (uh-huh) This that rider shit (uh-huh) This that gangster shit (uh-huh) This that rider shit
<i>[Chorus: Tony Yayo]</i> I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside Down South niggaz they feel me New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A GANGSTER! I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside Southside niggaz they feel me New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A RIDER!
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus These hoes be lovin you, pushin a vehicle Picked her up in my BMW 760 in a Nautica color When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex Yo I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers That's why your bitch on my dick suckin pubic hairs My gat is ready, my mac is ready I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry Yo I told y'all niggaz we would take it to the top Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok Goin hardbody like a nigga in Comstock
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Mr. Telephone Man, the feds is tappin my line Everytime I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time Yo I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel The feds got a hit when I'm makin my next sale - I'm hot 645 drop fresh off the lot Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down One house had bricks, the other had weed And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese 27 ki's, that's one point three-five I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns Like Qusay and Usay *, Saddam's sons
<i>[Chorus]</i>
Drama Setter featuring Eminem,Obie Trice작곡:Jeffrey Bass,Marshall Mathers,Marvin Bernard,Obie Trice,Steve King
<i>[Guard:]</i> Mr. Yayo, your free to go, so I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow <i>[Eminem:]</i> Guess who's home? Tony Yayo, Obie Trice, C'mon!
<i>[Chorus - Eminem]</i>
I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta Man you crazy if you think Ima let up I told you I'm a Drama Setter I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it just don't get in the way of my chedda Man cause I'm a Drama Setter I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make me have you in the trauma center With you momma crying cause her only son is dying She don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter
<i>[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]</i>
I'll poke you man I'm Riker's Island Pokemon I got C.O.'s bringin me Filet Mingon But now a nigga home looking frail in a drop With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got glocks intellectual rob behind cops On broke days we used to put water in our cereal Now we crossing borders just to shoot another video It's Tony Montano, full body armor Soning niggas like Alfredo in Godfather Two shot revolver, that Dillinger shit In the A-R 15, Bentley or Six We taking trips to Morocco just to tan We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam I was worth a hundred grams, now I'm worth a cool million I'll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children
<i>[Chorus - Eminem]</i> I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta Man you crazy if you think Ima let up I told you I'm a Drama Setter I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it just don't get in the way of my chedda Man cause I'm a Drama Setter I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make me have you in the trauma center With you momma crying cause her only son is dying She don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter
<i>[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]</i>
Since Yayo is home, them A-R's is drawn Obie's Guerrila Unit, fuck affilia-tion We are one, it is sensless, for you to prevent this The 40, cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis At any given instant another incident You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment And we holding them K's that's why homie won't age Isn't it that Tony's enraged they throw him in cages But now my nigga's loose, Our crews is bulletproof All brought to you from whom's pupils, baby blues His short fuses, put your portrait on the news Nigga them screws is loose when you fucking with them shady dudes
<i>[Chorus - Eminem]</i> I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta Man you crazy if you think Ima let up I told you I'm a Drama Setter I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it just don't get in the way of my chedda Man cause I'm a Drama Setter I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make me have you in the trauma center With you momma crying cause her only son is dying She don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter
<i>[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]</i>
Got fat while I was gone, but now I'm here And yall rappers only bust shots only in fear Chinchillas on my back itchy fingers on the mac Get scrilla off of crack, get fifty's shooter back Listen homie, don't let them niggas amp you money Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for pamper money Move like Kaiser, Jayson Williams slaughter the driver My daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire Reality rap, nigga check my salary cap I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack What you know about light planes and heavy coke And them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats It's the rap tycoon, Tony you all know me See me on MTV I'm a parole I was out for 12 hours and went right back in For three hots and 1 cot doin time in the pen
<i>[Chorus - Eminem]</i> I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta Man you crazy if you think Ima let up I told you I'm a Drama Setter I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it just don't get in the way of my chedda Man cause I'm a Drama Setter I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make me have you in the trauma center With you momma crying cause her only son is dying She don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter
<i>[Outro - Eminem and Yayo]</i>
<i>[Y:]</i> Yeah nigga thank you Marshall <i>[E:]</i> No problem <i>[Y:]</i> We dont stop, save the best for the last, Talk of New York - Thoughts of a Predicate Felon. Blue Hefner - Lloyd Banks, Buck Marley, Young Buck, Curtis "Interscope" Jackson <i>[E:]</i> "Shady Aftermath" Mathers <i>[Y:]</i> Olivia <i>[E:]</i> O. Trice, Stat Quo <i>[Y:]</i> We gonna keep getting this money, Y'all rappers gonna keep hating <i>[E and Y:]</i> Fuck Yall <i>[Y:]</i> Y'all want problems, I'm built for this shit Shady Aftermath, G-Unit, We run this rap shit
We Don't Give A Fuck featuring 50 Cent,Lloyd Banks,Olivia작곡:C. Lloyd,Curtis Jackson,J. Lopez,Jonathan Rotem,Marvin Bernard
<i>[Chorus: Olivia]</i> We, we don't give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggaz come through Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
<i>[50 Cent]</i> Yeah! I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Yeah, yeah In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up I got a left like, Winky Wright My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream That ain't taskforce money, that's real police I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram By man, my plan's to expand Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Lloyd Banks]</i> Uhh, Banks I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin Don't go tongue lashin we pull it Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in Troy Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?
<i>[Tony Yayo (talking with girl)]</i> I'm sayin wat's your name? (My name is Kay) Where you from? (I'm from Brooklyn) I'm sayin so why you wit that bird over there? Now I don't wanna sound like a hater (Because he can work the middle) Oh alrite but I can too (Lets find out) Hahah
<i>[Joe-Chorus]</i> Ma I'm curious (yea) I wonder if I can make you mine Baby I'm curious (so curious) I wonder if we can spend some time Shorty I'm curious (whoa) Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind Baby I'm curious (so curious) I wonder if I can make you mine
Yayo
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Ma I'm curious to know if I lick that spot Will it make your body shiver and your panties drop? Ya baby father is a lame, he a dead beat dad So you and your kids can come cruise in my Jag You my boo like Usher and Alicia Keys And every time that you touch me girl you please my needs We like George and Weezy, Jada and Will Lets shop till we drop out in Beverly Hills I'm curious to know if you want me girl If so ma lets fly the country girl I'm not sellin you a dream girl I'll give you the world You want them furs and the minks and them diamond pearls
<i>[Joe-Chorus]</i> Ma I'm curious (yea) I wonder if I can make you mine Baby I'm curious (so curious) I wonder if we can spend some time Shorty I'm curious (whoa) Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind Baby I'm curious (so curious) I wonder if I can make you mine
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> I saw her in the projects goin to the store I never had a crush like this before Her baby daddy is a killer, he hold weight in Attica But every time he home, he beatin her and smackin her Ma you don't need your face black and blue You need diamonds from Jacob that's black and blue Water front property you see the sun risin Back to the subject let me stop fantasizing Listen boo, nobody in the world is perfect So when you around my team theres no need to be nervous I hit it from the back pull out your tracks This curiosity girl, you's the cat
<i>[Joe-Chorus x2]</i> Ma I'm curious (yea) I wonder if I can make you mine Baby I'm curious (so curious) I wonder if we can spend some time Shorty I'm curious (whoa) Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind Baby I'm curious (so curious) I wonder if I can make you mine
I wanna make you mine baby I gotta make you mine baby Said I wanna make you mine baby Gotta make you mine baby Ohhhh So curious ohhh yeaaa
I'M So High 작곡:Curtis Jackson,J. Long,K. Abdul Rahman,Marvin Bernard,Morris Albert
<i>[Chorus: Tony Yayo]</i> Man I, get so high Can you imagine how fast the weed go? Take two pulls, and then pass Pull out another sack so we can roll that
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> It's the up North title taker, rollin lah in that Riker's Island bible paper, high as a skyscraper I'm fresh out of jail smokin pounds of haze Duckin my P.O., cause I'm high for days Hydro, weed-o got my mind in the zone Don't fuck up my high bitch, leave me alone Let it spread to the head, two pulls and pass Stop steamin on the weed girl, make it last I'm so high, Banks so high Buck so high, Dre so high We be gettin high smokin chocolate tye That's why I got the cotton mouth and my throat is dry Yo I'm out in L.A. at the cheeba spot While you lightin up dirt where the seeds'll pop And I'm chasin it down, with Henny and Hypno' Two pulls and pass, you know how fast the weed go
<i>[Chorus - repeat 2X]</i>
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> I'm hittin G-13 in that 645 Eyes real low it's gettin hard to drive And I pray to God po's don't pull me over Cause the Coupe real smoky off that green Arizona Smoke on Monday, parole on Tuesday Golden seal pills, don't use that usually But I be gettin high nigga doin my thing So my eyes Chinese cause I'm high like Yao Ming Roll up all night, head get right The hash plant mixed with that Northern Light, right White rhino, white widow Light people roll up that indo Jamaican people roll that Bob Marley Wind up your body, stink up the party And we be puffin hard 'til the weed is done Cause we got love for that Cheech & Chong
<i>[Chorus - repeat 2X]</i>
<i>[Outro - in a P-Funk style]</i> Come smoke with me, come ride with me Come toke with me, let your mind be free This here ain't for no folks on asthma My vision's like plasma Come smoke with me, get high with me Take a toke with me, let your mind be free This here ain't for no folks on asthma My vision's like plasma, whoahh-ohhh So hiiiiiigh So hiiigh, sooooo hiiiiigh So hiiigh, sooo hiiigh Soo hiiigh, hiiiigh <i>[fades out]</i>
Love My Style 작곡:Anand Bakshi,D. Wesley,L. Pyarelal,Marvin Bernard
<i>[chorus]</i> these hoes dont love me, they love my benz, love my rims, love my style, these fiends dont love me, they love my coke, love my dope, love my ink, these haters dont love me, it dont matter to me, i stay hater free cos imma down ass g, cos if i dont make dollars, then it dont make cents, if it dont make dollars, it dont make cents.
<i>[1st verse]</i> im in town dog, mexican brown dog, im signed to interscope, im grims a c-note, 500 cokily add to a kilo, id rather be rich, than snitch nigga out cold, my crack in sinthostat, drummers with hunny hats, my bitch from d.r, switch em with bigger stash, movin my work, jus for some boots n a skirt, i was loose but she complainin it hurt, ice skatin on ice, i got these crack heads, scrapin the mic, late at night, bitch be shakin her dice, runnin from feds, like i had jerry rice legs, cos the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs, its the top shotter that rocked prada, that rhymed proper, in high school i had ex in my gym locker, locker, locker, locker.
<i>[chorus]</i>
<i>[2nd verse]</i> im a sneaker addict, drug fanatic, i live lavish, got more carots, that bunny rabbits, i plant 'marry i', courtyard groupie's lurkin, an them niggas wit no pussy is always jerkin, an niggas handcuff hoes like female cops, i got ma wrists all froze, so the COs drop, ayo em drink malibu, dre drink henny, banks drink baileys and buck drink remi, im on the 7 a glock like, im still smellin musty, leavin barcelona for some argentina pussy, ye man g-unit stunts it aint nothin', million dollar deals cos our fans dare hustle, i stay stuntin, my glock stay pumpin, 58-58, i got my cell phone jumpin, t-o-n-y the talk of new york, blowin dro in the 6, on the way to court.
<i>[chorus]</i>
<i>[3rd verse]</i> you in the CBA, im in the NBA, its the rap t-mac, i stay with a gat, click clack, i sit back n watch my soldiers attack, ya rhymes a snitches, homie im dealin with fact, keep my car out the sun so the paint wont fade, n if my jewels dont shine its time to upgrade, imma ball till i fall, niggas cant ruin me, from platinum plaques, wall to wall jewellery, i love my style, hoes scream my name, its tony yayo, a cats scowl in the game, see niggas wanna kill me like sindy in scream, but i pack the mac-nilly wit a infered beam, ayo im on daily like freddy in the dream, n my chains so heavy, it spotted to my splean, u front on my team, ma niggas will finish you, automatic traypound will fuckin diminish you
<i>[chorus]</i>
Project Princess featuring Jagged Edge작곡:B. Casey,B. Edwards Jr,Marvin Bernard
Yeah ma (whats up?) I mean You know we been goin' through some things, you know? (mm-hm) We could work it out though You my project princess, you know? (I believe that) I put some princess cuts on you or somethin', I dunno ma You know you could spend some money on me (uh-huh) It's aight, you know, you do whatever Mm (just do that then)
Every man need a woman when his life is a mess Cause the queen can take a king like a game of chess And I know your ring finger, connect to your heart Wake up in the mornin' and the drama start "Yo I can't live with him, and can't live without him But once I hit him, I know that I got him" Sippin' Dom P and the Cristal Rose Moet Nectar got you takin' off your clothes Your eyes on me cause my wrists is froze There's players in here, but it's me you chose These ain't Pumas on my feet, they G-Unit ma I'm a rapper that's livin' like a movie star It's like every other day, we in Japan or Brazil But Yayo ain't the one that's payin' your light bills You only want me cause I'm makin' the mil's When I hit it from the back, I got you hooked like quills
[Chorus] Baby you're my, princess, treat you like royalty (baby you) 'Cause you know that you're special to me In your head is where I wanna be If you're hurt, you can call me (baby you're my) Baby you're my, princess, when you're down I'll help you smile I like you and I like your style Don't rush, we can wait a while (everything you need) One day we can walk the aisle Baby you're my, princess
Don't glance at the jewels, you can't afford this My wrist your car note, my chain your mortgage I go downtown and lick, my tongue searchin' My head between your legs, I eat your fur-burger Mama our sex game's on a whole 'nother level I did ruff on the roof, and I nicknamed her Pebbles So girl deep throat, or take off your blouse In the speedboat, in back of my house
So you could come to my condo and watch a movie But I'm tired of you sayin' that you not a groupie You my project princess, diamonds and princess Leave your man, cause ma you been stressed And I love when you wear that real thin dress You my mistress, matter fact princess I buy you diamonds 'til your neck feels senseless Or fly the world in brand new Leer jet
[Chorus]
I ain't tryin' to be your buddy and Your body I been studyin' (yeah) And your friends they be hatin' and I scoop you up for the weekend (oh oh) Your love I been tryin' to win One knee in front of all your friends (yeah) Your love I can't afford to miss These so-called playas wouldn't tell you this
[Chorus]
Ha ha, ma you know you my princess Um, I mean, I take you to see Jacob Beth in Jersey, you know, Ice Man in L.A You don't even know who I'm talkin' about They all jewelers baby, heheheh Five karats, three karats, one karat Or maybe a cubic zirconium, ha ha I'm just playin' wit'chu ma, you know I could be your father, your friend and your lover baby You know? You my princess baby, got love for you Ha ha
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Yeah, yeah (c'mon!) These rich sluts love me like I'm Morris Chestnutt They hit me on the 2-way, beggin to link up My wrist is blinged up, canary and blue For them project chicks, that be actin new I got 3 trucks, 2 Coupes, all in a month Blowin hundreds in Northern Light, stuffin the blunt Catch a stunt in the drop Lambo My P.O. think he Rambo, but I'm still holdin on that ammo Everybody rat now, spittin on the beat tapes Dirtball niggaz, can't even pee straight My mansion shit, moved in the West wing You broke-ass niggaz couldn't buy a chicken wing Stop it money, I'm out for the profit money And that advance that you got, be my pocket money Yeah my transporter's cute but got a real flat chest Put a brick in her bra she a 36 F
<i>[Chorus: Tony Yayo]</i> You got diesel on your strip, that's that G shit G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit You got your bitch movin bricks, that's that G shit G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit You takin out of town trips, that's that G shit G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit You catchin fishscale flips, that's that G shit G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
<i>[Tony Yayo - singing like Suzanne Vega's song "Tom's Diner"]</i> I was slingin, on the corner Seen this fiend I, ran up on her She was lookin, kinda hungry So I gave her, five 20's When she handed, me the money Man the money was marked Here come the NARC's, do doo doo
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Duckin the D's, runnin the P's Tossin my cheese, man I got these hoes on they knees Yo my coke is Snow White and my workers the 7 Dwarves I got what you need homey hard or soft Man, I drop bombs like Hiroshima I got the heroin cut, with the bomb bonita Task force got me hemmed up, facin the wall Cause I'm up in the mornin slingin wake-up calls Dimes and 20's, don't you know, time is money I done slept in spots straight supplyin junkies
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> What'chu know about, measuring spoons bags and scales My hood's a goldmine but it's hot as hell There's money to make, I scuff my Timbs runnin from Jake And got knocked with my ratchet, jumpin the gate Listen I been had the fishscale, and the white butter Since Heavy D was known as the "Overweight Lover" (believe me!) Sling that D, sling that coke Sling that meth, 'til your spot is hot death Yo D's kicked my door for the search and seizure My moms dropped to the floor, and she caught a seizure I got 4 workers, and one lookout for the jux'ers A mac in the garbage and a mac in the bushes This is drug dealer rap, a mean 16 I'm Tony Yayo, I'm a hustler's dream
<i>[Chorus]</i>
I Know You Don't Love Me featuring G-Unit작곡:B. Holloway,C. Lloyd,Curtis Jackson,D. Brown,G. Mcdaniels,J G Bennett,Leon L. Pendarvis,Marvin Bernard
<i>[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]</i> Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler when Eminem's in town I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me Snoop put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris Try to run game on me you punk bitch I know you don't love me
<i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Gators and ostrich, you know we in power You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel I'm a stunner, my bitches train like robots They sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out glocks It's the brick-copper, the L-sharper 645 NASCAR driver that's known to spit lava I'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom Her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah The baby A-R will make it hot like South Beach I move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammers in that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant Medina all - red; mira give me - head Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes I'm a gangsta, general, comrade nigga Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
<i>[Chorus: 50 Cent]</i> I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same whenever Banks around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit Try to run game on me you punk bitch I know you don't love me
<i>[Young Buck]</i> I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two lanes The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayin The trunk full of somethin that can get a nigga life So my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin at the light I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel I'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I live But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at? We leave a couple niggaz layin, bet them bitches holla back Ever since Yayo been home it's been on Smackin niggaz up, employers is gettin sent home (yeah!) On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed Leavin niggaz with bulletholes and hospital bills This is how it is homie, La Cosa Nostra I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
<i>[Chorus: 50 Cent]</i> I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same when Lil' Jon's around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler when Slim Thug's in town I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me Yeah Em put me up on how the hoes get down I ain't got time for a groupie ass bitch Try to run game and they ain't about shit I know you don't love me
<i>[Lloyd Banks]</i> Uh-uh, yeah You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha Cause the sawed-off'll microwave a nigga like, Adolf Hitler Fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm I'm nicer than them Japanese niggaz in ping-pong Look at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling on Smokin the same buddha as the courtroom shooter I got the mind of a genius; the rag-white Jag Backhand like Venus's, jab while zappin ya bitch I'm makin her knees knock in the lab Let off, and send her to the weed spot in the cab And I don't hate all music, I just hate y'alls And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles I'm ahead of my class fucker And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper Niggaz callin out my name in vain When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
<i>[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]</i> I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same whenever Banks around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit Try to run game on me you punk bitch I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me...
Dear Suzie 작곡:Kejuan Waliek Muchita,Marvin Bernard
Aye yo Fif' (yeah) Yo Fif', I got this letter from this girl (word?) Finna write her back man I'm a tell you what I told her though (what you said?) Listen
[Chorus] Dear Suzie, dear Suzie, I appreciate the fan mail Dear Suzie, dear Suzie, I read your letters locked up in my cell Dear Suzie, dear Suzie, I see you know I'm a star in jail Dear Suzie, dear Suzie, I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, I ain't have sex in a while I'm in jail with my niggas, beatin off to your pictures You only writin' letters cause I'm headed towards the riches And I'm only writin' letters cause your head game vicious What's today's date, and today's time? Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme I'm about to lock it so I'm a write this letter Was your day okay? Is your mother better? I'm a put this bid in, cause summertime is comin' And when it start gettin' hot, also tired of cummin' I'm in dorm two lower ma, here's my address Send my G-Unit and my mailin' package Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you But can your friend Kim be my mule boo? Give me some days, I'm a write you back Send that new don diva a quarter a pack And when you come to my visit, don't wear no drawers It's your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
[Chorus]
I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate To Oster County and then shock upstate But anyway ma I be home in January 'til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut From his ear to his chin got his ass ripped up I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow Baby I'm waitin' on your mail, here come the C.O Ma it's Tony Yayo, girl I'm bound to blow I can't wait to come home and perform a show Get some ice from Jacob's, so my neck can glow Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro' Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact see-low Dear groupie lights out, girl it's time to go
Yeah Yo, Word up man Fuckin' cold out here, man. My fuckin' toes is killin' me, man I fuckin' been on the block all day, man But you know I gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man Fuck man, yo man listen
Yo we project livin', with plastic on the furniture Little niggas comin' up will fucki' try to murda' ya D's not out, so the coast is clear But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear Everybody got a nina. Everybody got a vest New York City's the arena of death Yo the strip movin' slow, but everybody goin' hard Seein' more D's than a damn report card Everybody rap now, following these dreams I'm a call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends Same gear for a week, wearin' dirty cloths All day in the spot, by a dirty stove Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy But I'm only human, so these niggas want to clap me The drug game over, but there's money to make So niggas clappin' at niggas who raise that crime rate
[Chorus] You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet You niggas push me, for sure I'm goin' pull it Material objects got the world crooked In my hood, they hustle, and be on that good shit Snakes in the grass be on that bullshit Niggas that's ass stay with a full clip Guns get blast, niggas on that shook shit So live by the gun, or die by the bullet
The rhymes you spit could embarrass the city When my game bag names like Paris and Nikki Load the semi, I'm in the spot carvin' the crack You stunt, I'll leave my bullets lodged in ya back New York City, everything move fast Little girls get pregnant, throw they baby in the trash China white whizzy movin' quickly on the ave The same dope that Whitney in the rehab Up early in the morning, cause there's money to earn Cause the early bird be the one that catch the worm We got nicks, tres, twenties and dimes Got my spot lookin' like a soul train line Fuck doin' time, I'm tryin' to progress Get that money, nigga, serve ya projects Hustlin' homie, that's all I know In the summertime, I could make the whole strip snow
