Young Buck

[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home
I come to break your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And never know what happened
When we come through them
cowards dont want none
They screamin’ that they murderer’s
but walkin' with no guns
Come here nigga don’t wanna die
where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon
and your life I'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon
and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' thinkin
security gunna save ‘em
Nobody gon’ speak
when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya
"we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner
by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night
and the neighbors gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to
it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus]

We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]

Now I told ya'll on my first
Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than so so the games
in the choke hold
Diss me is a nono
I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin'
from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin'
we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cocked ready
for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy
with them llama's
Non-stop make it hot we
on top regardless
You could be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not your average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit
that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Guess who's back mothafucker
gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas
that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes
on none of ‘em fit
Your hundreds are shorter
I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter
a couple cars and a lawyer
Condom packin' a bitch
and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell
you thought it was
I got expensive habits
I can't afford it cuz
G-Unit is poppin'
and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin'
as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me
off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus
so I can bring the techs with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older
you niggas ain't gettin over
G-U-NIT

[Chorus]

[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs

[Verse 1] (50 Cent)
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar
I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I’m confused, I like Megan, Monica, and Mya
Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up
I’m on now, god damn it I done came up
Now you could find me with the finest hoes
Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up
Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up

[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs

[Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks)
Slow down little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don’t need no weed
I’ve been in LA for a year now
So I don’t see no seeds
After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me
So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins

[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs

[Verse 2] (Young Buck)
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting’ money
I know some artists is starvin’
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin’
Cuz on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like gang
See I’ve been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles

[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them t"

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up
out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place I recommend
or say hello to my litte friend

[Lloyd Banks]

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong
And they mad I'm on
They ride with me
when I'm past the mall
Don't wait for me on the bench
when I'm playin' a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask
and all
Bring your buddy
when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time
I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum
the shine is chrome
He even got closet space
inside of my home
He ain't never been broke
he glitchless
So reliable I bought him
a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn't proach
in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy gotta temper
he dyin' to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had
the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle
stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours
I backround
She meet him his destination hell
or heaven
Cause I only bring em out
for that 187
He dont have a heart
I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood
so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor
she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss
my othrt little homie
Niggas they all got new friends
so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz
and beatin' up base heads
These niggaz sayin' doley
just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around
they gon say hello to my little friend.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Young Buc]

We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef
you even played your position
Got under the seat until
we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen to
they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight
in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was
ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never
stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out
something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done
stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run
and you even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed
you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

(50 Cent)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to "back down"
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Eric had a jump shop but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.

(Chorus: 50 Cent)

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it - can't rearrange it - I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it - can't rearrange it - I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

(50 Cent)

Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before school he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me
I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me
Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
Til G put that gun in down that seat and said it wasn't mine

(Chorus: 50 Cent)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming,
I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming,
I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt

[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man,
I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better
when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth
of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to
watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum
or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man
your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe
Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing,
yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that,
so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville,
Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys,
save ten for me nigga

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT

[Chorus]

[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy


[Young Buc]

Im lovin' how you look in my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tatooed
on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the afterparty
I think we make a perfect couple
But you think I'm trouble
Maybe thats the reason you gave me
the wrong number
She got me feeling like
"maybe she the wrong woman"
Think im'a be chasin'
the chicken head you own somethin'
Your toes painted half fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines
you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin'
what you said that you won't do
Making decisions shorty good things
don't last long
Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
Before I head home
Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Bitches be frustrated with the baller
Wonder why I call her
Maybe because I'm busy
and she needs someone to spall her
Hiccups annoy ya from time to time
I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know
we'll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I'm in town
Hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear down
Next door neighboors hear the sound
Pictures hittin' the ground
Just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin' n' moving cruising

after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me
drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel
like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with her frame
And to make her feel special
I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would
she remain
Surrounding me hounding me
trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend
I'm your homie.

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her lick her lips
Or watching her walk she hypnotize me
with her hips (yeah) man
I sweet talk her if she like
Cause all she really want is
a nigga to treat her right right
Look I'm legit now used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house big Benz girl it yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain't go to look like a model for me
to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't indulge in my past fuck
what happened before you
Cause their be some honies gonna hate
you that never saw you
Come here let my touch on you
I let you touch on me
Put my tounge on you
you put your tounge on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night
We can have a balla night

[Chorus]

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby
I wannt be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.

(50 Cent)

Yeah, G-Unit, Haha.

I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before
I've been around the world
I've met all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour (Uh huh)
(Getting paper things change) I'm rich bitch
(You done heard of my name) 50 Cent bitch
(I'm a P.I.M.P.) I'm a pimp bitch
(You done heard of me) Cause I'm the shit
???? At first they didn't want they want me
See a nigga gettin' paid they want push 'n pull me
You see these ho's chasin' a nigga
I have them in the hotel chasin a nigga
50 like a lolipop lick me baby
Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady
Oh!

(Chorus)

Groupie love,
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P.
When ho's around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wit me
It's alright wit me
Come on and give me that groupie love.

(Tono Yayo)

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these ho's is loose
Wintertime the staircase summertimes the roof
Give me eight days in the eighth homie I'm straight
Have a church girl on the bus moving weight
I got birds backstage thats serious eye candy
I've got birds in the hood so I'm into birds with bambi
My writing methods got me more ho's than Tyson Meth
The icy necklace on the tour butt ass naked
When I say jump bitch say how high
And flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone
I got the info on pretty chrome
Fuckin' ho's off fiddy's phone
My name more weight you barley known
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barley grown
(Yeah!)

(Chorus)

(50 Cent)

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-UNIT!

(Lloyd Banks)

Shorty ain't feeling me
Shorty must like girls (like girls)
Cause I'm all the man in your world
Bitch I can make you famous
You don't know what your missing
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch don't like me the bitch must not like men
I say what I want because I can
If I didn't I'd be a liar
Remind me I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider
I travel so you might catch the king with a singer
But touching my door bell is the only way I put a ring on your finger
Give me a car rolling two cups and I'm in bedroom
Fucking up your seats like the Coo Clucks Clan
I shook hands with my fans to fuck em'
And I'm always tryin' to duck em'
So I can climb into somethin'
My name is B-A-N-K-S dollar sign bitch
I'm a bentley to make that switch
Come and give me that.

(Chorus)

(tony yayo)
Groupie love, I love that shit
Hoooooooooooooo
Groupies come and groupies go
And they always at a show
So I always grab me the tightest one
And proceed to the slraight to the mall
She so much tighter that she's here with me
That she feel's she should pay a fee
I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees
Groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.

[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga,
a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke
you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real
from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep
what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma,
and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide
cause my paper's straight
Family losin his legs,
but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate
but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then,
bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time
I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world,
tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it
like we used to, my nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on
Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by
the summer
Some niggaz hate me,
but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in
my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take
your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr,
take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist
and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed
mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame
my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him
in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across
the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates
and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock,
and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it
when I speak
G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams,
G-5 is understood
I made a nigga heart colder
than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh
so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga,
ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts,
Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas,
G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me

[Chorus]

"Walk with meeeee..."
(Young Buck) Ay if you hear me out there
"Walk with meeeee..."
(Young Buck) I get down on my knees every night and say
"Walk with meeeee..."
(Young Buck) Hahahaha, yeah
"Walk with meeeee..."
(Young Buck) I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR!

(Verse One: Young Buck)
You never know when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they notice me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that
But I'ma just step back, and focus on Buck
Tired of ridin in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin'"
It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz

(Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X)
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, he carry me man

(Verse Two: Young Buck)
You don't know what I been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock
When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza
She's scratched my Beema, but I ain't seen-her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA
We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes
They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
You know me nigga

(Chorus)

(Verse Three: Young Buck)
Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
(What?) Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin 'em know where I'm from
Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge
I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin
So when they see 'em snitch niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga

(Chorus)

(Young Buck)
I know you prayin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz
Banks! FREE YAYO!
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I'M HERE NOW!

(Chorus)

Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

(get 'em Banks)

(Lloyd Banks)

You can't hold me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe
papa wasn't around so i had to let my brother know,
never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica neighbour yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then it's more than one gun,
five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
smiling all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick,
but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.

(Chorus)

Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

(Young Buck)

Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
they said there was a shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I can feel your pain nigga,
I'm still in the game nigga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out this niggas softer than shawty,
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
you can call me the don.

We want tha eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyyyyin',
ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryyyying,
cause my niggas ain't goin'stop riiidin', so you gone

(chorus)

Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, Iput a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

(50)

I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i'll put ya brains on that curb fast nigga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch,
Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit,
Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me,
I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled,
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles,
You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times,
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black herse,
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam,
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.

(Chorus X2)

Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y'know,
somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean
he don't
..Wanna see you smile baby
...
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears
and dry your eyes

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna
take revenge
From the conversations we have
and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me
in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me
and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends,
maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper
and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic
but the hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate,
somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian,
but you're black
God Bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around
, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be
(be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown,
like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
(be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style,
you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
(be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs,
had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
(the reason you smile)

[Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit
I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo,
the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky,
cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms,
I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak no ingles
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap,
let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour flat,
really dont matter, shes mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile

[Chorus - 2X]

(50 Cent)
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

(Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent)
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kinda control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style

(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "slow down baby"

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Young Buck)
Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks)
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like Nicole ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Chorus)

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is
what I'm used to
And what I won't do,
I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets,
nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time,
for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have
that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing Fifty,
'cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat
this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds,
I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been
on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming,
pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the general,
without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello"
to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out,
to put holes in grown men
You continue troops
and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce
and nigga all that, what!

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let
the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around
here or I'm gon' fuck her
Don't tryta pick up for them lames
around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game
without you their to coach 'em
There's a very fine line
between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta
where they make head bounce
And you can come,
but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so
Get on your vest,
'cause all you gotta do is say that

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click
how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removin fragments
from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man,
I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up,
Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that
when he start to roar
I think he's flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump,
I don't talk no pocco

[Chorus - 50 cent]
Sticks and stones may break bones
and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man,
you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open,
nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here,
you surrounded by crooks

Sticks and stones may break bones
and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man,
you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open,
nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here,
you surrounded by crooks

[young buck]
There once was some niggas
that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made
a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out,
'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case
and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds0will make
a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and
while you shootin up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever,
you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats,
eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags,
the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas
that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense,
home grown
That's why them little niggas
in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free,
I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick
when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass
than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]

(hook-50 cent)

(aahh, yeah, uh huh)
aint it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me
feels like my emotions are froze
(I stay g'd up)
its the thangs i dun seen
and the shit i been through that make my heart turn cold
(i stay g'd up)
im a gangsta you'll find out fa sho if u eva step on my toes
(i stay g'd up)
when im hangin out that window with that ak
fillin yo punk ass wit holes
(i stay g'd up)

(1st verse, 50 cent)

cocaine, heroine,ecstacy,marijuana
im new on the grey hound from NY ta the carolinas
paper chase different names same face
dont catch a case
my roll dawgs on paroll
baby girls four years old we play the block
pistol cocked
you either shoot or get shot
can you feel yo crack spot
take everything yo ass got
simi-automatic spay
bust back or run away
niggas talkin in the hood
we'll handle 'em some other day
in November we make my shit that u did you can catch
on christmas ill send you a gift niggas
ill come and leave yo ass twisted
them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
I seen niggas get murked
they babies born then the world turns
i seen it all crystal clear
so i keep my pistol near
hearts never full of fear
homie i stay well aware
on whats goin on around me
mutha fuckas want me dead
i go with a smile on my face when its my time kid

(hook 1x)

(2nd verse, lloyd banks)

Lord nigga i dun paid the way
yall should thank 'em
but if you think otherwise
bring ya boy over here so i could spank him
ill put an end to yo career bitch
before you speak on 50
buy 40 and a spare clip
these niggas gassed up
gettin too used to rap
like i wont give em more blood clots than supercat
niggas'll snatch ya
im like a back catcha
nigga ill give ya a sign and then throw sumthin atcha
'round here niggas die off hydro
and even when it aint 4th of july i sound like pyro
we smart enough to creep and lay ya dumb brains down
a pound will spin you around like the young james brown (yea)
i know im hot but hey (hey)
im icy too rocks will hit you from a block away
like a beat from dr. dre
we're takin over this year
the kings and the soldiaz is here
everyone knows that ya scared (YEA)

(hook 1x)

Young Buck

My poppa never bothered to show me what is was to be a man
he'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram
i would hop in my impala and ride all through the night
they gave my home boy life
so when you do it do it right
my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two
no other solution you think we're hollin and hootin
until you wake up, and then you got to hear bout the shootins
I take a pull from a loose one and put the clip in my pocket
before i take another bullet im gon pull it and pop it
and if theres beaf my nigga then letcha guns do ya talkin
the graveyard, has got plenty of room for a coffin
they say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate
they say that we the reason why these young niggas buyin weight
but im gon keep this glock on my waist till my dyin day
its nothin but a G thang, g-unit and dr. dre

(hook 1x)

[CHORUS]
I don’t know what you been thinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
But you get out of line boy
I’ll lay your ass down

[50 CENT]
I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop
for so long
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother
fuckin khakis on
Nah thats iight man
I ain’t got nuttin to prove
I’m rich but I still live like
I got nuttin to lose
Look man I don’t know
what you been drinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
But you get out line and swoop hit you
upside the head
Media they right whatever they choose
The cops stay on my ass so I stay
on the news
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk
in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit
while I was payin my dues
They say my music make
a gangster want to pop something
Well tell them niggas
they could pop this and stop frontin’
You heard a nigga do you know
how I get down
Stay with my vest on and roll
with a couple of tre pounds
In case you
mother fuckers want to jump bad now
Start some bullshit
and imma lay punk ass down

[YOUNG BUCK]
Hating niggas from long range
for writing the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck
but I look like an old man
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me
to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
I don’t dance but I look like signing
with Diddy
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit
with me
No commands we spray, give a fuck
who we hittin
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Crips and Bloods they show me love like
I’m claiming the set
These industry niggas know
they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing
these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that’s
why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
Niggas callin 4 these features
but they get no answer
Fuck yall niggaz!

[LLOYD BANKS]
Bitches know it’s a privilege
If I stop to check her
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me
Dr Pepper
And I don’t mean the soda
The sixteen top shot loada
I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
You fuckin with a soulja
Selling tickets for a first class trip
to a hospital folda
So please keep talking
so we could spread your feet
Have you on your boulevard C walking
The birds keep hawking Why?
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
The niggas that I be with got guns
On the big body tip and if they pull out
You guarding and shit
You got me in a heavy gray picture
Plus I light up trees like everyday
is Christmas

(50 Cent - Talking)
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

(Chorus 50 Cent x2)
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

(50 Cent)
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!

(Chorus 50 Cent)
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

(Young Buck)
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!

(Chorus 50 Cent)
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

(Lloyd Banks)
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

(Chorus 50 Cent)
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

(Intro)
*Sniff Sniff* You smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy! (Is that you Irv?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Ja?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Black?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Tah?)

(Verse One)
Y'all niggas is pussy!!!!!
I'm falling out nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothing you can do to stop me (stop me)
Y'all niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch...HaHa

It's not of my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
What she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
Quite of probation just make it harder for me to accept her as my own
She tries to tie up my phone and
I'm not at home she's thinking I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up
But see it's hard to fuck wit somebody after she touches me
Mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
You say I confuse you play little trick with your head
Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you with so your dreams
I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
I'M A PIMP!!!!

(Chorus (twice))
Girl you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy
Girl you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy

(Verse Two)
When I first met her, I did anything to get her
Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator
Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up
But couldn't get off 'cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
Sing-Sing is where he been in
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Motor Bikes and grams of fish scale
So 9 to 5 niggas was no frill
Turning young niggas with principals to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats
That bitch got the best sex all across the globe
And the bitch head game was out of control

(Chorus (twice))

(Verse Three)
I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me
Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy
I'm fuckin wit you
I'm feeling your shape I'm feeling your eyes
later on I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs
Sweetheart you book smart and street-smart
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
I'm in to tongue kissing 4 play all day
Mamma ain't home so the noise is okay
ODB you know he like it the raw way
Latex, safe sex ,no hickeys on the neck
Now your learning
The lords blesses make me wiser as the worlds turning
My tongue touch the right spot I'll have your toes curling
Whether we just kicking it or we sexing
I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection
So when niggas make mistakes I correct 'em and
When niggas get out of line I check the man

(Chorus)

(50 Cent talking)
Yeah........ don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
You wanna run around takin pictures like you Puff Daddy and the Family motherfucker
With that bitch Charli Baltimore...
Bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red...
Think she gon' sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit!
Bitch... punk-ass motherfuckers
All you motherfuckers get rolled on nigga
Ain't no motherfucking, "leave her alone 'cause she a bitch"
FUCK that nigga!! Fuck all of it!!
But not you Ashanti baby
You know how I feel about you baby
Come on... come here girl... c'mon gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti... you know how me and you do baby
You know... they say I'm sexy now... HaHaHa
Aye Irv your momma got a thing for me!!!!

Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah

(Chorus)(50 Cent)

I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn

(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy
My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold
Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show
In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga
He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin,
but the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum
Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one.
On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin
so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah
I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
cause i already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers
Already figured out what to do with all my features
decorate the basement, full of street sweepers.
When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us,
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw
I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt!

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know
Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go

(Chorus)

Woo wooo
Haha
G unit!

We got those semi automatics
And we got them revolvers
We those niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem

When those hollow tips hit 'em
Man that should solve 'em
We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little duece duece and they all for sale

Got that old trey pound
Got that new fore pound
Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale

[Verse One]
I'm the reason those things in my hood go BANG
I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave
16 gage in case these niggaz wanna get crazy
When a sawed off
Hit your body parts they fall off
You get hit in the leg
Man you can't even crawl off
When that AK switch that automatic to spray
Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray
I got silences and scoops
Military issue pistols holla at me
Whatever you need homie I can get you
Nickname rubber grips hollow tips extra clips
You dont want your shit to jam
Better buy a cleaning kit
Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest
You pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess
Mac 11 mac 10 time for some action
Dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggaz act then
Got guns and ammo they all for sale
Clips included you're responsible for your bail

We got those semi automatics
And we got those revolvers
We that niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem

When those hollow tips hit 'em
Man that should solve 'em
We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little duece duece and they all for sale

Got that old trey pound
Got that new fore pound
Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale

G stand for GANGSTER
UNIT stand for U Niggaz in trouble
Better lock and load on the double

G Unit!!

[Verse Two]
Fresh out the box 40 cali glock, calico 20 shot
Streetsweepers clear the block
Im that n*gga n*ggaz call when those shots pop
Take 'em to my grandmoms basement
Show 'em what I got, look
I got three 380s a tech and two m1's
Ice came through on some shit and bought him one
Them young boys from the projects crazy
He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby
Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"
Sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club
Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub
He gave me some bud
I gave him a pound, gave me a hug
Love, its love I take it back to the NWA days
Fuck Jay my CD's raise the crime rate in the Troy state
Got some rugers, some sigs, some colts
My nigga for real. Holla at the kid for real

We got those semi automatics
And we got those revolvers
We that niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem

When those hollow tips hit 'em
Man that should solve 'em
We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little duece duece and they all for sale

Got that old trey pound
Got that new fore pound
Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale

Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah

(Chorus)(50 Cent)

I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn

(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy
My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold
Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show
In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga
He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin,
but the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum
Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one.
On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin
so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah
I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
cause i already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers
Already figured out what to do with all my features
decorate the basement, full of street sweepers.
When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us,
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw
I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt!

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know
Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go

(Chorus)

Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win

I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, this Gorilla enough
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
So ladies call ya girls, n niggaz call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Ridin' in Cashville runnin all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin'
Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get 'em Buck, you know im gunna get 'em
Raaaaa!

I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in to this nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine
Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too
Move lemme come through
Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin
The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!

Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)

I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in to this nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
It's alright if you still on the block boy
See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars
Young Buck!

I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in to this nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
AHH!

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)

(feat. Young Buck)

[Trick Daddy:]
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come
All our G's would've been gone (would've been done)
If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)

[Verse 1: Trick]
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal
Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill
And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell
There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills
I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding
See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed
And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers
Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers
I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing
Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga
My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools
I used to take my motherfucking tool to school

[Chorus: Trick]
See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)

[Verse 2: Buck]
These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me
Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie
Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent
Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started
And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs
But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone
I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban
You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing
I slip a another clip into my A.K.
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae
See the Chevy got a stash spot
I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out
Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone
So we put it on the line
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Trick]
My blood line is a level above the thug line
And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man
See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic
I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic
I travel through time with a military mind
Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine
And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us
It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers
Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons)
Before my niggaz get to steppin
Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion
Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians
Rebellion on your ass
For the shit you did to us in the past
See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends
It took you fifteen years to close the ave
It's going to be twenty more before they close the ?
Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at
Now where my D Boy big gun toters at

[Chorus]

(feat. Young Buck)

[Trick Daddy:]
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come
All our G's would've been gone (would've been done)
If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)

[Verse 1: Trick]
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal
Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill
And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell
There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills
I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding
See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed
And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers
Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers
I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing
Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga
My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools
I used to take my motherfucking tool to school

[Chorus: Trick]
See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)

[Verse 2: Buck]
These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me
Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie
Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent
Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started
And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs
But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone
I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban
You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing
I slip a another clip into my A.K.
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae
See the Chevy got a stash spot
I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out
Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone
So we put it on the line
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Trick]
My blood line is a level above the thug line
And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man
See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic
I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic
I travel through time with a military mind
Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine
And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us
It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers
Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons)
Before my niggaz get to steppin
Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion
Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians
Rebellion on your ass
For the shit you did to us in the past
See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends
It took you fifteen years to close the ave
It's going to be twenty more before they close the ?
Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at
Now where my D Boy big gun toters at

[Chorus]

Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

(Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent)
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style

(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "slow down baby"

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Young Buck)
Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks)
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Chorus)

(Intro/Chorus: Joe)
I wanna get to know ya
I really wanna thug you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I know it gon' drive me, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of my lovin
I know it gon' drive you, crazy

(Verse One: Young Buck)
I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass
I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party
I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble
Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?)
She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman
Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin
Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do
Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long
Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong
Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy

(Chorus)

(Verse Two: Lloyd Banks)
Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her
It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more
She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound
Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with her friend
And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name
Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain?
Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY
I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY

(Chorus)

(Verse Thre: 50 Cent)
Yeah
Don't know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips
Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man
I sweet talk her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right?
Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours
Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws
You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you
Cause to me some bunny's gon' hate you that never saw you
C'mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me
Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night

(Chorus) - repeat 2X w/ variations

(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either dont eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be He might send for yall before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you dont need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need i shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a f**k! you can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole f**kin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E Hook x2

(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either dont eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be He might send for yall before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you dont need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need i shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a f**k! you can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole f**kin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E Hook x2

Yeh ..
Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck
Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck
I come from a small town, where organised crime is the rule
You kill nigga's without permission, nigga's gon' kill you
We bang the rags too, red and blue
That shit aint only on the westside fool
Surrounded by section 8 houses and the projects
A place where you make the wrong turn, you're gettin robbed at
We all targets standin out on the street corner
Thats why you see the lil' kids with the heat on 'em
Police pull up, hop out when they can't catch us
They never even get a change to say "park your weapons"
Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high
Niggas know when Its "roll", the whole hood ride
We on that bishop and jude shit
I'll put this 4-5 In your mouth like a toothpick (you bitch)
The south ain't safe no mo', so get a gun
And pray to God that u make It to see 21
Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck
Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck
You gon' make me crawl through your backyard, and cut off your lightswitch
Kick in your back door, and take all that white shit
Niggas know what to do when im around
Go put ya' pack up, and pick up ya' 4 pound, it's bout to go down
Buck back on that bullshit, he even got his baby momma walkin with a full clip
Fucked a couple r&b hoes, but now it's back to the hoodrats
They lick a nigga dick and know where that good at
Money don't make a nigga change
It's just the niggas that ain't neva' had nuthin start doin strange thangs
They say i must like beef, cuz 50 got 50 enemies
But if they fight him, they gotta fight me
Come ride through these 3rd row's
And let me show ya how i puttin' in work goals
The 4-4 bulldog small enought to fit in a nigga boot
So it's wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do (nigga)
Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck
Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck
Im'a soldier, left . right . left . right . left
Im'a soldier, left . right . left . right . left
Im'a soldier

All my thugs and thugets
Walk where i walk, see what i see
Now i welcome you all to cashville, tennekee
All my life, i hustle'd all night
Now i'm alright, my wrist is all ice
And i did it all, without ya'll advice
I done been to hell and back, twice
You cant do it like me!
Now as the world turns, i let my bud burn
Police writin' down my tags, like im con'cerned
I graduated from the nickels and dimes
You need the F.E.D.'s bitch, to come get mine
Get on the grind hoe, and stay the fuck up outta mine fo'
The kid's find daddy lay'd out with his eyes closed
I know, can't be humble in the jungle
Give a nigga an inch, he'll take a whole mile from ya'
So i bust first, fuck this earth nigga
Whats worse? wakin' up in the pen, or sleepin' up under the dirt
Boo yow! is the sound of the 40 cal.
Ak's bananna clips hold a 100 rounds
Test me, rude boy don't want none
Got jamacan's and hesian's buck, buck, buckin' they gun
Where the hood at? nigga, that's where i come from
Where shoot dice, snort white, sell crack and heroine
You can walk like i do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me)
hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
You can walk like i do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me)
hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
G-unit ! ! !
Somebody tell me what this world comin' to
Why they go get they metal detector's when we come through
Yah, i know we got beef, and niggas say they wanna kill us
But you can't get mad, cuz the whole world feel us
Do the math, half of these niggas lying in they rhymes
They don't even read the paper work, just sign on the line
I got a 9, and a heart to go get mine
And ill be god damn, if i take a loss this time
I'm fishline, in the water, nibble only to get caught
May i take ya' order? yah, i can get it in new york
See the streets know, this nigga here'll let the heat go
Be low, don't be no muthafuckin' hero
A kilo'll get a nigga whole click killed
You ain't gotta spend shit, niggas'll hustle up a mill
When you live with all the roaches, you kill all the rats
And the thugs, that ain't focused, get they head cracked
You can walk like i do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me)
hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
You can walk like i do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me)
hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
G-unit ! ! !
I know i got a dirty mouth, bitch i'm from the south
I'm nuthin like what you done seen or you done heard about
I'm in my best on the block, a vest and a glock, and the rest in my sock
Unless i was pac, you wont see me with a cross on my back
Gotta do my own thang, can't copy that cat
Let me holla at ya' for a minute may'ne
If ya stand for nuthin' nigga, you'll fall for anythang
I'm bustin any brain, they say that i'm insaine
But i came in this game with cocaine in my viens
What i'm sayin, that i'm trained to go and turn a penny to a 20
You complain, i'd rather work with what he sent me, ain't it strange?
How i went from a hoopty to a bently, i ain't changed
I'm in the hood, you want me? come and get me
Feel my pain, but don't feel sorry for me
Cuz they're some kids in samalia with nuthin to eat
You can walk like i do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me)
hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
You can walk like i do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me)
hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
G-unit ! ! !
[scratching hold on a second homie, lets get this clear]

Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win

I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, this Gorilla enough
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
So ladies call ya girls, n niggaz call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Ridin' in Cashville runnin all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin'
Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get 'em Buck, you know im gunna get 'em
Raaaaa!

I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in to this nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine
Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too
Move lemme come through
Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin
The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!

Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)

I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in to this nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
It's alright if you still on the block boy
See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars
Young Buck!

I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in to this nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
AHH!

You know, growin up in the hood
Is gon' do all kinds of thangs, ya heard?
Some of its good, some of its bad
But the things you go through in life, make you who you are
Look at me now!
From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone
And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong
N they got they hands out like i owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It aint too much into who i don't know
How many times do i have to sit in and grown
I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoe
I still remember them nights under the street lights
Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price
I'm trying to get right, get it and go
You see people is dyin' fast, and the money is slow
We used to hang in front of the store
Flag down cars to be a movie star, go get a glass jar
Once you cook it and cut it homie, go stand out in public
See the work sell's itself, if ya got enough of it
Plenty thugs get shot, but see its all in the game
Even i took a couple of 'em, but still i remain
I aint dippin from that same lead project figga
I done went with no lights, and no water nigga
And i'm still hood, that mean i still cook
Get on the block and go get mine, like you should
How can i be good? when rappers wanna be suge
Suroundin' myself with family, so i can sleep good
From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone
And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong
N they got they hands out like i owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It aint too much into who i don't know
How many times do i have to sit in and grown
I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes
I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin how can i get
My momma out the bricks, and my whole click legit
Lil jimmy in the fed's, its just me and some ted's
We cuttin heads doin whatever to buy a lump of bread
The hot beat faces, i really loved it
To blow 50 g's, and don't think nothing of it
We show love, but won't get no loved show'd back
Whoa kimosabi, what part of the game is that?
This a fact, and my war wounds on me can prove it
But look how you made me, go and show ya i can do it
I sollomly swear to hold it down for my homeboy
Locked up and don't know if they ev'a coming home boy
Time's keep tickin', another baby is born
Thats gon' go through the same stuff i went through, and more
You wonder why i hustle, my life's on the line
My baby gotta have milk when she cryin', come on da now
From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone
And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong
N they got they hands out like i owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It aint too much into who i don't know
How many times do i have to sit in and grown
I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes
Now everybody got they hand out
Crackhead willin' spit these millions till they ran'd out
Shorty don't wanna holla now, cuz her man out
But just last week i couldnt get it out her damn mouth
No where to go, look like im stuck in these bricks
Seems like the good die young, the bad get rich quick
Enough of this lemme take you to a whole nother level
It's like stopin the police from rollin' through the ghetto
Ain't nuthing gettin better, but the bills gotta get paid
That money come up short then them tecks gotta get spray'd
Everybody gotta grave, we just waitin to go to it
No matter what we do, we still gon' go through it
Some say that i'm heartless, and don't give a damn
They wont ever understand until they get a gram
This who i am, not who i wanna be
Open up your eyes and see, what these streets have done to me
From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone
And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong
N they got they hands out like i owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It aint too much into who i don't know
How many times do i have to sit in and grown
I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes

Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-unit in this bitch, G-unit in this bitch
The dirty, dirty
Show 'em how the south do
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
Working this wood wheel, ya'll don't know how good it feel
Just come to cashville, ya'll gon see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' chikens in the kitchen
We goto prison, but get out and go back to get in it
Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin'
I know i'm country, i cant help it i'm from tennessee
I'm throwin' up this hennisey, and blowin up my enemies
Ya'll niggas remember me? not because the bird's tennekee
But Young Buck been a g', i give a fuck who you be boy
I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it
To be a star, all you need is a pyrex jar
Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's
I ain't fuckin, man i'm commin ak 40's bustin'
7's and mack 11's
I told 'em all i ain't no hoe
But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him with that callico
I'm tryin to stay in gods plan
But i hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man, ya bitch!
I left them niggas needin'path
And ya'll probly won't live to see this weekend
Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin mash out
I hit the dro' a lil more and then i pass out
Crashin' the h2, bitches i hate you
Now u keep talkin shit, i kidnap and ducktape you
Let them faggots rape you
Then it's back to mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
Tell them bitches come and get me
Cuz i was born in this bitch to die
I'm in queens, in your 'lac, with your bitch gettin' high
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
I'm the king, it ain't no mystery, so fuck ya'll niggas dissin' me
I'm goin' down in history, i'm leavin' with a victory
Yo' baby momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me
Since i'm a star, when i hit the door, they never friskin' me
Cuz i pack a pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 "ill back you down"
Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground
You know my niggas hold me down, what goes around comes around
I represent h-town, still run the underground
With bricks on the greyhound, spree's on my escalade
I'm glad i made it out the game, it gotta be a better way
Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level
It's clover g and G-unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby
Show 'em how the south do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south

Why?
These niggas want me dead
Betta' watch yo step
Puttin' prices on my head
Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit
But i ain't gonna change
I don't play that shit
G-Unit do ya' thang
These niggas want me dead
Betta' watch yo step
Puttin' prices on my head
Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit
But i ain't gonna change
I don't play that shit
G-Unit do ya' thang
Some say i'm crazy for signin with 50 cent
Them same niggas wouldn't offer to give me shit
Niggas hate you when you rich, but love when you broke
I never knew i had so many enemies before
My arm's is open to anyone who want beef
I promise ya'll i won't sleep, till ya'll layin 6 ft.
G-Unit that's what it is, that's what it's gon' be
Benzino or the source can't hold me
I been heavensent to put a end to this nonsence
The handle of this 4-5'll make him unconscious
Most of these rappers, throw bricks, and hide they head
Come to our shows, then hide behind they man, they homie
I understand i'm a target, i'm on top
But understand if you start it, i'm gon' pop
I'm not and artist, buck is a street pharmast
One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless
[Young Buck]
Why?
These niggas want me dead
{D-Tay}
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck]
Puttin' prices on my head
{D-Tay}
Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit
[Young Buck]
But i ain't gonna change
{D-Tay}
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck]
G-Uni do ya' thang
[Young Buck]
These niggas want me dead
{D-Tay}
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck]
Puttin' prices on my head
{D-Tay}
Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit
[Young Buck]
But i ain't gonna change
{D-Tay}
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck]
G-Unit do ya' thang
My eyes low, hydro leakin' out that tahoe
I know G-Unit's them niggas im'a ride fo'
Nah hoe, i ain't stuntin', nuthing that these niggas say
Fuck the rap, i can get ya' monkey ass good today
Ain't nobody picked me up, when i was pinned down
I'm double checkin, 'for i leave outta my crib now
Holdin that 40 on me, sunk in the seat
Cuz niggas feel comfortable when they get in drunk with the heat
I'm ridin' while ya dirty, cuz they gunnin for my top
I ain't duckin and dodgin, i'm only runnin from the cops
Spendin' grand by the grand by hundred on my watch
Just got another buddy, and it holds a 100 shots
I never had a role model, cuz he was in a box
So i'm up in the club with eather, a heater or a house
Everyday there's another nigga bleedin on the block
But we ridin' with them burners on, even when it's hot
Why?
These niggas want me dead
{D-Tay}
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck]
Puttin' prices on my head
{D-Tay}
Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit
[Young Buck]
But i ain't gonna change
{D-Tay}
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck]
G-Unit do ya' thang
[Young Buck]
These niggas want me dead
{D-Tay}
Betta' watch yo step
[Young Buck]
Puttin' prices on my head
{D-Tay}
Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit
[Young Buck]
But i ain't gonna change
{D-Tay}
I don't play that shit
[Young Buck]
G-Unit do ya' thang
[Young Buck]
You see these niggas get out the pen, and think it's good
Go get a pack, and come right back, to the same hood
They think these young niggas gonna post up, and let 'em get it
Ain't been home but 6 months, and got his wig splitted
Comitted to the block, fuck these niggas, fuck the cops
Fuck these bitches, fuck ya' chain, fuck ya' car, fuck ya' watch
Ride and i die for mine, pop's, and i hide the nine
Wwerving over these white lines, wonderin from the one time
Thug and i know i am, bird from a half a gram
Broke, so i sold dope, and i'd do it again
Don't blame that nigga for runnin up in my house, fool
Ain't no food in my daughter mouth, i'm goin out too
Just think about what your doin, cuz buddy, bullets burn
May god bless his ass, that was that nigga's turn
I'm not concerned with your death threats
You come down here with that shit, and get left wet
Muthafucka
Why?
These niggas want me dead
Betta' watch yo step
Puttin' prices on my head
Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit
But i ain't gonna change
I don't play that shit
G-Unit do ya' thang
These niggas want me dead
Betta' watch yo step
Puttin' prices on my head
Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit
But i ain't gonna change
I don't play that shit
G-Unit do ya' thang

Yeah, i'm a special kinda nigga with mine's
I grind, i get's paper, you know what i mean?
Hahaha
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler
They heaven's for the church go'ers, and hell's for the heathens
So im'a just ball the fuck out, while i'm breathin
8th after 8th, what you know about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smokey fiends, suckin on that glass dick
Man sham stay askin' for a dime for nine
I tell you what, i hook you up, this one last time
Custody's comin', son is pumpin, watch the packs disolve
Save reciedo some food stamps, we stackin' it off
Past that joint, whats his name son? i dont remember
The haitian nigga with the guitar that sang "gone in november"
I do a buck 40 in the rain, hydro plainin'
Now we can get diablo, candy-painted
Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the a.c., then it come out the dash
If i go in the club son, and niggas start dumbin'
Start shootin n' i ain't straped, fuck it, i'm runnin'
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
With my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler
I been out here for too long, i deserve to get a bird
The fiend's know my name now, from standin' on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a hand full of crack
A bunch of lil' niggas with dime sack's in they backpacks
Come and get it, we got it, take a trip to the projects
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless
Niggas know me, from fillin up ya' heroine needles
I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english
We ain't scared of the road, we just get it and go
When you see them tennessee tags nigga, you already know
I don't trust no hoes, thats how 't got pop'd
He told the bitch where his stash was, he told it to the cops
Me and preist had the streets on lock
He'd break down the blocks, i'd open up shop, 'round the clock
And i ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen
We at it again, we gettin' it for 10, my nigga
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
With my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler
Now i'm headed down south and that's my word
I'm on a greyhound, 'bout to move these birds
And if these niggas don't let me slingi'm out there robbin' everything
Got a brand new mack and a p-89
Yeah he's a hustler, man i stay on the grind
9 grams of heroine, 100 grams of coke
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke
3 gal's of dust juice, and a tank of l.s.d.
And a 1000 pills of every kind of exstacy
Hash, Ha-sheesh, i bought a '62
When i was younger with my crew
I had them niggas sniffin glue
It's 40 cinnagrams, to them trucka's and bammer's
And i can chef up a miricle with arm & hammer
I'm a hustler, man i supply the fiends
I'm a hustler, nigga ill sell you a dream
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
With my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler

Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Oh you aint never been to the dirty, dirty before?
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
C'mon ride with Young Buck
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
My 24's spinnin', the sticker's still on 'em
The same ol' hoes, but a nigga still want 'em
I'm parkin lot pimpin' on another nigga woman
She pullin up her skirt, tryin show a nigga sumthin
Ya' car cloudy, my niggas all rowdy
This heinesy got a nigga drowsy, I'm outty
Now where them hoes at, look I'm tryin to take you home
So what'cha got ya girlfriends, bitch bring 'em on
Hoe I'm tryin to break a bone, when i get in them draw's
To the window, to the muthafuckin walls
What a nigga don't know wont hurt him'
If ya' got a old man, bitch i ain't worried
And i got plenty room if ya think you wanna roll
See this is what they make caddillac trucks for
Let's go to a place you ain't never been, down in the country
I bet ya, i have ya sayin' ya love me
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
She ain't got a brain, the liquor got right
It's aight, cuz, you can be my wife, but only for tonight
Get ya ass on this bike, i can show you im'a ryder
The 600 coupe, with the old school wires
Geovanni rims, with perely's on the tires
They said 22's wouldn't fit, but they liers
We can take a trip to the hood and back
Then go and get a room, how hood is that?
What'cha waitin' on shorty? this the chance of your life
What i mean what i see in them jeans, i like
You don't know what your missin', just quit talkin and listen
See I'm just holdin up traffic, I'm just right here sittin'
Think about it 'for i bounce, and you holla, I'm wrong
And ya' see your best friend, in this impala, ridin' on chrome
If your ballin in your money long, you can relate
But all them broke ass niggas gon' hate
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
You can bounce if you want to, freak if you want to
G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy
What you gon' do?
Buck if you 'bout that, i can make 'em bounce back
G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy
Where the south at?
Bounce if you want to, freak if you want to
G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy
What you gon' do?
Buck if you 'bout that, i can make 'em bounce back
G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy
Where the south at?
Wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door
Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me
Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me

Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That awefull sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Don't nobody wanna die, but everybody wanna ball
Somebody gotta go, when them killa's call
You know it's in us all, you just gotta find it and use it
You can get away with it, if you don't abuse it
The streets talk, the beats mark, cuz that heat comin'
And if they know that you did it, you better keep runnin'
I think i see sumthin, there go my enemy
Only lord knows where this nigga f'nd to be
Tennakee, still the price is as real if you look it
Might give it to you for 5, depend on if i took it
Nigga anything goes, my shop never close
From the nickels and the dimes to the whole kilo
The real niggas feel me, the haters wanna kill me
But I'm holdin' down my city, me and this 9 milli
While your throwin' bricks, and hidin' ya heads
Homie, i know where you hang
Ain't no thang to walk up and let that chopper go ..
Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That awefull sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Now all the gangsta's pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Just think if i ain't empty the clip, and he killed me
Would i still be livin'?, would my homeboy's miss me?
How many niggas bust they gun when they have to?
Don't need no ski mask when it's time to get at you
I'm glad you done seen what it look like when we left
Brain fragments from shot-gun blasts'll take a nigga breathe
It's death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery
Poppa wasn't around, but that shit didn't bother me
I'd probably be in the penitentary
But i played the cards, the dead lord sent to me
The whole truth, i use this booth to speak to my thug niggas
Why you mad at me? the government's the drug dealers
Before i let this police kid harass me
This rookie ass cop gon' have to blast me
He asked me for identification, i looked at him and laughed
He made a move and i heard a blast
Thats what you get, bitch
Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That awefull sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Now all the gangsta's pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
It's goin down around here nigga
Get ya muthafuckin head bust
Them muthafuckin street lights go out
And them real niggas come out
All the bitch niggas go in the house
Just not a game, man
Don't fuck around and lose your brain
And hey, all my real niggas pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me

I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat
I'm in too deep, i can't say fuck the streets
I need some sleep, the fiends still comin'
Bush 'bout to blow this bitch up
Better get money, dead bodys get picked up
I'm david in teen's now
Niggas we're digital, but they work triple beams now
I'm livin' for me now, cuz i done went to war with the other side
Lucky me, cuz the enemies mother and brother died
Hot shot gun shell's and teflon chest plate's
It's tatt'ed on my arm nigga, thugin' till my death day
Ya'll niggas just wait, right after my court date
It's gonna get grimey, like new york say
Bitch niggas horse play, real niggas gon' spray
Bang the fo', change clothes, and come back the same day
Better holla mayday, cuz we comin'
And we gunnin at any muthafucka want sumthin
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
I'm already dead, can't kill me nigga
And even if i do die, I'm still gon' kill ya
I'm unfamiliar with alot of these soldiers
I go out in the road, and niggas think that it's over
Runnin', the fiends all puttin too much soda on the d'
You would think niggas know, cuz they older than me
Been here longer than me, and still peace'n a ounce out
How can ya' be a birdman, if you don't know how to count
It's back to the black gloves, and home invasions
Puttin' holes in a nigga, the size of a gold dayton
No I'm not waitin on nothin, no more
Eather you pay me what you owe me, or I'm cuttin ya throat
Nigga ya baby momma know me, go and ask the hoe
How i done tied her ass up over a bag of dope
I'll be glad to go to the pen over revenge
I'm comin' out the same way, a nigga went in
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
Boom!, G-unit!!!, we on some military shit nigga
You better kill us all, cuz we commin'
Muthafucka's!

Walk through a nigga block, 2 glocks, 2 tecks, 2 2-3's
Give a nigga what he really want, when bitch niggas don't want beef
Bitch niggas don't know me, wait till a nigga get in range
Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth, and live his life in pain
We ain't even used to this, talk and where the gun shots at?
Loose lips sank ships, ya'll niggas didn't even pop back
Oh lord, i swore, if any muthafucka holla my name
I'm raw, spelled backwards, that's what I'm gon' bring
Banks, what a nigga think?, we ain't got guns
No troops, everything bulletproof, sniper's layin' down on the roof
Stash box in the coupe nigga, I'm tellin' you the truth nigga
Raise them lil bitty boys, all they do is come shoot niggas
Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
Put a couple holes in a hoe
Let a nigga know he 'bout to go
Put the pump right to his throat
Bet he won't talk no more
Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
I'm commin', through the front door, mask on, let's ride
Everybody on the muthafuckin floor, soon as a nigga get inside
My hood, my click, your wife, my bitch
Show a nigga that you really love him, set him up to hit a good lick
Cops comin', I'm not runnin, if i do die, don't cry
I haven't planned on stayin' long anyway, i ain't gon' lie
Wonder why i still got bricks, wonder why i still got clips
Cuz ain't a damn thing changed, ever since Young Buck got rich
Are ya ready for the outcome, why you walkin 'round without a gun
Shit real, till a nigga get killed, then you wanna run and get one
Fuck that! I'm callin' out names, ja rule, ya'll lose
I don't even care how it started, fuck me?, fuck you!
Wait till yayo get home, we gon' really get these niggas gone
But for now nigga, hold on, im'a show you how to break a bone
Cashville, tennekee nigga!, we thug you knew it
New york, we here, for life, G-unit!
Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
Black gloves, black mask
Black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest
He dead, you next
[50 Cent]
Yeahhhh, Young Buck nigga, cashville, tennessee nigga
From your hood to my hood muthafucka, new york city nigga, haha
Real shit nigga, it's all good nigga, haha, it's all hood nigga

Uh ohhhhh, Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris
Dirty south, yeahhh
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
I'm caddillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's
T.V's playin, rim's spinin, blowin' plenty dro
Don't have to mention, when you pimpin, you get plenty hoes
It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or you gon' get yo' dough
I know i got these haters mad, i can love that
When you got love for the streets, they give ya' love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell i ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin on?
Security better back up, when they play this song
And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My click of gorilla's, they got they G-unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthing
C'mon take it outside, lemme see sumthin
Wha-wha-wha-what now?
Don't get bu-bu-bu-buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Aye, a 100 karots on the chest, I'm so true to this
Task force got my vest, i got a new bitch
Fans hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit
A million dollars at a time, till im super rich
Pimp squad, G-unit, fuck who you get
Ask your neice's and nephew's, I'm the shit
Real niggas see the diffrence between you and this
Me gettin beat down?, thats Ludacris
My name rang from the streets, and slang in my caddyville
Nigga are you gettin it rodney dangerfield?
No respect, im'a bet, you can bet that
I caught some cases, but it's just a minor set back
And if i have to do some time, ill be right back
With some thighs, and some tri's and a six pack
We hit the door, watch all the pussy nigga get back
They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that
You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk
It's chopper's hit ya ass, you'll with ya got your ass stomp'd
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Muthafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the lachness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, sum verces gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If i say it, i've eather done it, or it's 'bout to happen
When i pull up in the louis truck on 26's, people dumb out
If lifes a crack game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ig-nent, love sayin' my name
Cuz maintainin my fish tank, and they house, cost the same
Ask me, i'd say i made it, and it sure wasn't luck
Cuz hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than buck
You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenupt
So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin my cut
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin this program, hazin' these undergraduates
So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings
Cuz you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you, plus your beats ain't legit
So please stay off the T.I.P. of my dick
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

Hello? whats up, who is this?
Yo nigga, this murda rich
Whats up nigga?
Whats up with you my nigga?, check this out
Some shit done popped of right?
Yeah
I need you and 'tay to go handle it
Aight
I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga's fat
Bring it back to me on a plate, that's whats up
Aight
I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits
'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits
It's gon' cost, but we gon' get him gone, take his life away
2 a.k's, we gon' send him home
This is how we livin' from the projects to the prisons
So don't be to comfortible, bitch 'cuz you can be a victim
Get 'em buck, hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up
Should've duck'd, got killed, nigga wasn't quik enough
Shit is real, i ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here with a full clip
Now lemme show you niggas what you'll get (get 'em tay)
They never seen a mad man, come and dump up on these fools
Get the 4-5 cocked back, gunnin' at you dudes
Black down, thuged out, and masked to match
I'm not doin' it cuz theme pussy niggas, bastards cap
Who want that? you want that, i don't think you do
Like i gun the bloody down, shit, i gun you too
I'm like 50, i don't care if its platinum or white gold
Soon as i cock it back, gimme that ice hoe (yeeh)
I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits
'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits
[Phone Rings Again]
Hello?
Yo buck, murder rich nigga
What's up nigga?
Man, I'm tryin to see whats up with that business, nigga
Hey man, we f'nd to bust this niggas head, im'a hit you back, aight?
Hey there he go, he don't know that we behind him
So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him
You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it?
A bunch of niggas smokin weed, that got dope on it
And we don't leave no evidence, or no finger prints
Follow certain elements, cuz niggas goto jail for this
They say I'm heaven sent, i think I'm hell bound
Cuz I'm addicted to the way a 12 gauge sound
I keep the dough in, swing the chopper and the pit-bull shit
If he run, he ain't gettin one, get a clip full of it
Thats for movin, must have been some confusion, when i came in
Told you lay the fuck down, or else these bullets cave in
Must thought i was playin, im'a let you know when i shoot that 4
How it go when a gangster roll, murder man, blood bath, what'd you take it for
I ain't playin' games, ain't nuthing gon' ever change
Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, muthafucka!
I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits
'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits

G-unit!!!
GMM nigga
Shady/Aftermath in this bitch .. ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo
Ya understand me nigga?
Aye nigga, they say we the new kings of the south
They say that
ATL to cashville .. DAMN!
I've been patiently waitin' to blow
But still on the block with the k and the coke
See the mexican's love me, they tell me keep on doin it homes
They never seen a nigga go get it and bring it back home
I don't want out of them zones, i want the whole thing, G-unit!!!
We done started our own game, we ain't playin' no games
Duck tape 'em and take 'em to the hood
Don't get no blood on my leather and wood
Make it look good for the block
I be puttin in my work, handlin' my business
I been on my knees, askin' my homeboys who did this?
So fuck that!, that's why i bust back
Spit my bars, get off tour, then go and cook crack
Look at me now bitch, you don't know how rich
Lloyd banks, yayo, 50 Cent, game nigga, or ill get
Solute a soldier when you see me
And i ain't one of those niggas out here stuntin' for T.V.
I gotta keep it gangsta
Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah)
Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah)
Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah)
Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah)
Yeah, the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Wont stop till he busts his kneel in, my cats conceilin'
Bad bitches I'm drillin, he's sittin on millions
Fuck what you feelin, violate my space, bare witness the killin'
Stat'll dog, for a dollar cuz he known to finish
My account resembles spandex, how they stretch
Faggots play like a razor step, when the ak's and teck's show up
They so quick to hoe up, but hold up
When the clamp has appeared they show up
Sayin' that snitch song shit, you lil' puss ass bitch
Beg tanya lita how she get ya ass whiped
Why hustle at all, when you hustle backwards
Mo' money i get, mo' niggas be hatin'
I light fire to ya ass, they be callin' ya satan
GMM my organization, my obligation is to spit that shit
Cuz the streets is waitin' , yah
Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah)
Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah)
Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah)
Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah)
I'm showin' no love to these cowards, i don't give a fuck
Shady/Aftermath/G-unit we'll hit you up
Country as i wanna be, but gangsta as they come
Loose lips sank ships, snitches die where I'm from
Get ya gun off safety, if ya plan on livin'
Don't make me cock it and pop it, ill knock your head off with it
Yeah i've said i've did it, 'cuz i did, and I'm doin it
Done came too far to let you bitch niggas ruin it
Yeah, every word i utter, is simply octaine
I keeps it gunnin' and ya boy's the boss may'ne
The main thing, keep the main thing, the main thing
Stack cheese, grip grain, spit hotter than hot wing
Niggas claimin' they hard, we know you square
Try to creep gun's like ties, i keep a spare
Save them games for the arcade, ain't no scare
And we prepared for problems, 'cuz we right here (Yeah)
Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah)
Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah)
Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds
I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah)
Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah)
How ya'll see's that?
ATL shorty
Uderstand me, nigga .. cashville bitch
G-unit!!!, nigga
GMMmy muthafuckin squad, nigga
Sady, aftermath nigga!
Tey be cuttin' them mo' fuckin checks now
I ride big nigga, i got my thang danglin nigga
And i gotta big thang out my balls, ya understand me
Dre and em'll feel ya man, they gotta love niggas

Don't go 2 sleep
You can get your cash
on nigga
if you peak
Other niggaz close
there eyes seeing DREAMS
in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
don't fall 2 sleep
You can get your cash
on nigga
Pictures of plenty
Sippin my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi
Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggaz die with open eyes
Scared to take a nap
It's a trap
A long maze
Dreaming of getting stacks
Making scratch the wrong way
What song says
We murder mother fucker's daily
Black out
Blow the the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed
Then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit
from the east to west
Like Yay Yo
Niggaz pull out
When I say so
Commence to poppin'
Mother fuckers copy and fail
Efficiently I release and flee
The art of war living sucka free
Get with me
Don't go 2 sleep
You can get your cash
on nigga
if you peak
Other niggaz close
there eyes seeing DREAMS
in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
Don't go 2 sleep
You can get your cash
on nigga
if you peak
Other niggaz close
there eyes seeing DREAMS
in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
I'm starin' thru my rear view
Doin' 'bout 90
The petal to the metal
So I can see what's behind me
Buckle up your seat belt
eyes on the road
They know we ridin' dirty
gotta play it how it go
They close down the projects
the clubs been closed
And then they wonder
why niggaz breakin down o's
I'm a run away slave
Ya get it nigga off the chain
I got that thug life shit
runnin' thru my viens
And now they scare
They know that I been heaven sent
And yeah we know the dope
comin' from the president
But look at us
We ain't got shit to lose
Feel like we ballin'
if we got a new pair
of tennis shoes
In the ghetto or better yet
home sweet home
This is the land of the free
But to me that's wrong
I'm on my way to the white house
strapped wit' my heat
So don't fall asleep
Come on niggaz
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash
on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash
on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
They say that the moe they hate ya
the moe that it motivate ya
My mind set on grind
my mental set on the paper
62 hours and countin'
and I'm still awake
And they slippin' me sleepin'
pills wit' the will I break
Broke nigga always tellin' ya
how to make ya cash adjust
So I just stop listenin'
and now my cash is up
Red dotted the media cause
they always mad at us
I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate
when we get gats and bust
They just instigate
and as soon as the get the tape
It's dropped from my nigga life
just as soon as they get the case
Personally I ain't trippin'
on all this rappin' stuff
I'm takin' back my money counter
cause it wasn't fast enough yep
I got a couple problems
and none of 'em is money
Just those that love me to pretend
to love me and say they buddies
Sometimes I want to
maneuver with the ruger
To live like Freddie Krueger
these nightmares just ain't as buddy
In meetings they always askin'
what my passion is
money talks so I always
have words to answer this
I can't relax cause its like
I'm a fetti activist
Might see me on tv
never a mattress
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash
on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
Don't go to sleep
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash
on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
Sleep banger
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash
on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash
on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep

Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dolla bankroll
Black Lac, for my outta state ho
These niggas talk gangsta
But really ain't tho
I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow
I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro
Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16
I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean
And gotta body like I feed it creatine
My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII


My name is Yayo
A crazy nigga he don't play tho
I hitcha planters peanut with the .80
Al Qaeda expert merkin
When all my niggas die
They gon have 80 virgins
I'm the 'Burb swervin
Cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that glock and pump, that mac and .45
Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell
Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale
Mini me niggas wanna copy my style
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach


Nigga it's Boo-Boo
But you can call me 50
Fuck with me the police will have to get me
760 I-I ride I'm a rider
Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire
Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet
Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire
My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon
You shootin back, but u ain't hittin
Shit I'm still standing
When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man
Yea, nigga I'm straight outta southside
I'm back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit
Stunt witcha mouth wide
We move around militant
We trained for some iller shit
Southside

*featuring Young Buck

[50 Cent:]
I'm a work of art
A ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah... haha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained nobody do it better man
I do my thang with me and my beretta man
I got that girl you want her come and get her man

[Hook x4: 50 Cent]
Call me the piano man

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Cartier glasses Cartier belt,
Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else.
Like Germany Sweden and Serbia, nigga one or two birds and I'm servin ya.
I'm a ball like Julius Erving Iverson and Manning,
I got that cannon in that two door phantom.
Nigga hundred EX shit suicide doors,
Get a top or low fade now the body lookin hard.
This snake ass niggas is reptiles,
Til I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles.
Yay' got the best styles Yay' got the best clothes,
Yay' got the best weed Yay' got the best hoes. (Yeah!)

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
Fresh out the rimshot my wheels tick-tock,
My steel six shot the paint flip flop.
My charm truckie that's why they wanna fuck me,
207 McLaren body like Bucky.
Old head get rusty and I'm a can of oil,
And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil.
Show up at your bougie event give your body harm,
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion.
Don't need a party calm on the pepsi and bacardi bomb,
Bail ain't nothin I make a Gotti bond.
Magician I can make a dollar flip,
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick.

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I'm richer than a muhfucka ridin in a dirty ass phantom,
We kill undercovers down here we can't stand em.
Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards,
I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord.
Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller,
Hand of a hustler I'm all about a dollar.
Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend,
Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win.
If I did it then I can do it now,
When we get em in we can ship em out.
A Gucci briefcase dressed in a suit and tie,
Cartier's you can tell that I.

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

Unstoppable
Incredible
Impeccable
It's it's the unit
Woo woo u know how we do it
Woo woo I make u dance to it
Woo woo throw up your hands to it
Go ahead call the cops come on

Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side

(50 Cent:)
I've got that bentley ferrary that lambo lean
My car game crazy I can't be seen
The aston bugatti the range and the rovs
Got me freakin off with some high class hoes
U know with me man anything goes
I have shoty in the telly working all 3 hoes
Jesuse I bet u won't bealive this unless I let u see this
She deep throat my whole coock
Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot
I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block
Yeah I just happen to be what she likes
She said I'm special I'm like yeah babe u right
A lil goose a lil patrone tonight I have a club lookin like a fucking zoo aiight
New music u can't confuse it with the other cliques or crews it's the unit

Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side

(Lloyd Banks:)
Shorty came over I told her I can mould her
Turn her to a rider rub it with a roler
Hold up like a cobra hold her till she sober
Fold her in positions so it's hard to bend over
I'm a very special kind I can't let u shine
These rappers out their mind don't come get'em make em rime
Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine
My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line
U can't get on my level that will take a lifetime
And what I got at 25 it'll take ya life time
And I don't care about crime as long as it's not mine
And I'm a be fine I'm stronger then white line
If ya girl ain't home till the early morn
She's probably with the g-unit geting it on
I told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong
And we went at it all night long

Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side

(Tony Yayo:)
For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg
But I ain't trickin I ain't nelly and spitzaw
Shake that ass drop it low like a striper
Shake that ass drop it low like a striper
I'm in love again on them drugs again
Same club same spot same girls again
Girls comin in and were poopin them bottles
By 12 o'clock we be poopin them models
Yeah for settle the club go crazy like uh uhh uhh baby
Okay bottle of Jose shorty she the portion her friend like heyy
Girl jump in watch me go 0 to 60
Take u to the rich slope off your miss sixtys
I know u heard of 50 I know u heard of yay
I steve nash this hoes pass them all day

Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side

It's easy man
Belive me man
This is the unit
This is how we do it
Banks yay 50

[50 Cent - Chorus]
I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range & firrreee
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich
Mother fucker get in way of my bread
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit
Nigga Trip i'll come for your head

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
I'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on'
The choir at your funeral singin' for so long
The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta
That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots
The more paper the more strength we gone get it
The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin'
Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip

[Young Buck - Verse 2]
Nigga its G-Unit
Fuck ya clique, like sifiless bitch you stuck with this
Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine
Even If 50 dropped me I still wouldn't sign
Either lost 'yo mind, or pumped 'yo head
Tryna stop my shine, but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards Im'a bust they head

[50 Cent - Chorus]
I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range & firrreee
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich
Mother fucker get in way of my bread
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit
Nigga trip i'll come for your head

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]
Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw
Big ass cheque, they show I score
Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure
Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer of war
Im hot, five hundred degrees or more
My door'll block an M16 or more
Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before
Black card swiping, green galore

[Tony Yayo - Verse 4]
Yeah yeah..
I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin'
The FEDS keep comin', the money we buryin'
Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf
I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit
Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit
Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit
Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip

[50 Cent - Chorus]
I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range & firrreee
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich
Mother fucker get in way of my bread
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit
Nigga Trip i'll come for your head

[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner

[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw
Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town
Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
In front of the White House for all I care

I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Devil 'round the corner, corner

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

Bury all ya hatin
Cause hatred'll bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through ya cellular
Fuck gettin beef
The president the senetor
There is no peace
You the prey or the pretedor
While ya plottin on me
I'm 10 steps aheada ya
Black 40 calibur
I'll putta infer-red on ya
Nigga I'm special
You mad cause you regular
Man I don't want yo bitch
I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory?
Oh yeah, I slept wid her
No wonder she ain't mention you
When I met wid her
Mind on my chedda
They remember me forever
The groundwork I put in
Make my lifestyle better... and better
I like the fuckin street
Right in them phantom lights
Montana life
Two women
And my hand is ice
But I don't forget where I come from

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

For that china white
I'll lay a nigga momma down
We can shoot it out
Like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white
You know I got that tannin brown
Automatic trey-pound
Leave a nigga maned-down
Murda murda homicide
Real right niggas ride
Gangstas, they never hide
Thank God I'm still alive
My pockets look like there's cracks on me
My waist looks like I got the mac on me
These hoes on my dick I got that axe on me
You a R.N.
Regular nigga that rap homie
I'm crack homie
I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money
C-back, Maybach
My shit two-toned
Nigga run up on that
Yo ass a tombstone
I'm wood like a group home
Ghetto like a payphone
Jake the snake
I'm low in the hood

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga
Nine for a hard nigga
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in a cell block
You'll fall into shell shock
When I open ya head wid the banger
I cause a riot in the yard
Make a mess in the mess hall
Like I jus blew trial
And I ain't got nothin left
God, what's todays mathematics?
Shit ain't addin up
Get knocked wid 10 machine guns
Only get 12 months?
Ooohh weee, don't talk to me
You talk to him, you talkin to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they woulda got me ten
Or maybe nine
I say "how do you explain how homie breathe? "
He say "you keep ya mouth shut or you in wid G's"

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
(I never liked these niggaz anyway)
(They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today)
Hey... (Nobody gon' miss you anyway)
(No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day)

[50 Cent:]
I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think somethin sweet when your head open
Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make it lead shower
You say your prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me
You don't like me then spray me

[Chorus]

[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl
Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl
Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl
Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl
We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl
Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl
From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee

[50 Cent:]
She see me by tha bar
She watch me blow stacks
Her man ain't a hustler
Man he can't do that
He got a 9 to 5
Used to pump packs
Got knocked once
And he neva came back
I had her in my bentley
I had her in tha lac
We do it like tha dogs do
Rite in the back
I give that xxx a smack
N she like it like that
Get deeper n deeper in tha kitty cat

[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl
Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl
Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl
Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl
We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl
Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl
From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee

(Tony Yayo)
She ova hea with me
He tryna call her ova there
She like; F**K THAT NIGGA...
She drop it down to tha flo'
I'm like Shawty u Can go
She like; F**K THAT NIGGA...
Shawty With me Cherry M3
Ps up in tha Red shwaty gimme head...
Ahhha... ahhhahhhahhhh

[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl
Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl
Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl
Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl
We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl
Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl
From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee

[Lloyd Banks:]
If u hearin I f**ked yo girl I prolly did
Had her butt naked making breakfast in tha crib
If u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u woodnt wan her no more
Left xxx in her jaw... unh
1 nutt 2 nutt 3 nutts 4
5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more
Have it how u want I rather have it hardcore
Ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor

[Young Buck:]
Nigga that's my bitch
I don't wanna hear shit
She like; F**K THAT NIGGA...
U can't do it like this
Nigga you are not rich
Tell her; F**K THAT NIGGA...

Dope Boy with my top droped
Got ya baby mama hot
Beggin me to stop but I'm a rock star
Look wat I got for her sum dirty south nutts
In her dirty south mouth she a dirty south slut... WAT? !?

[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl
Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl
Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl
Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl
We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl
Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl
From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

(Verse 1)
Im suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or it R.I.P
I'm stupid rich, got retarded money
I'm special Ed, I got special bread
It's easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now
I f**k when I want, I do what I like
She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat
It never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

(Verse 2) Tony Yayo
I need a dollar every time that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
I'm in alli bb, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy dreamy
Certain niggas fall inlove with a bitch,
Patron in my dick i think i f**ked blood out a chick
I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin'
10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain't nothing

(Verse 3) Lloyd Banks
If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it
She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
you look as good as your chess
And when your neck it, I'm ready to f**k
A little head in the truck
If a tung game good, i'ma let her come up
When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I'm with G-Unit, C-U Net
Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet
I have it, do u wanna have it, do u need D
OPE on the f**king CD its ME

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Verse 4) Young Buck
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... Three, two, one
Yea right now
You got skills on them high heels
When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
and I ain't got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it
I'm all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at like yeahh


(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo
Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe!

[Chorus: woman]
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[TY] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[50] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that

[Tony Yayo]
Big boy Bentley, big boy semi
Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies
I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you
I need six pockets like a pool table
These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin
They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision
Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags
Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab
Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood?
Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood"
I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic
Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH!

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
She got what I want, want (uh-huh)
She got what I need, need (that's right)
She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah)
Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {*growls*}
I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto
On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal
I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT
I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT
I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with
They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid
I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich"
My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch
Like, get in get in! You and your friend
He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again
ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train
50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh?

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid
A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib
Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores
My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors
Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze
You got a V-12? I got 12 V's
It's only so many months, you do the math
I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me
Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin
And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin
You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em
If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen

[Chorus]

(feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent:]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)

I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid

[Tony Yayo:]
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not I'll! "

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low

[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin
I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast with'cha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music

[Young Buck:]
Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug

[Chorus]

I gangsta
Let it go

I'm a gangsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gangsta
Real gangsta, let it go

I'm a gangsta
(Yeah)
I'm a gangsta for life
(Yeah)
I'm a gangsta
(Come on)
Real gangsta, let it go
(G, G, G, G you know)

Uh, the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy
Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me
These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies
Play me and I'm crazy, I'm Tom Brady

Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin? up off the jet
A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin? him in his neck
One big remix and she'll be on my penis
If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest

9-millimeters in the bars and arenas
If you hood then you seen us with wood in the Beamers
I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas
When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us
(Let it go)

When we pressed to go, body restin? up
They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose the new and then test it oh
(Let it go)

I'm a gangsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gangsta
Don't fuck around and start some fight
(Yeah, yeah, let it go)

I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin? hard
Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard
I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius
The mac'll turn your back into Kill Bill arenas

I'm criminal minded, you've been blinded
Feds lookin? for my bricks but can't find it
Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber
My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors

Bein? broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar
I learned that, in the Maybach with Fif' and Mayweather
Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather
My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather
(Let it go)

When we pressed to go, body restin? up
They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose the new and then test it oh
(Let it go)

When we pressed to go, body restin? up
They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose the new and then test it oh
(Let it go)

I'm a gangsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gangsta
Don't fuck around and start some fight

I want to dance
I'm reachin? up and huh

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's the Unit!
Yeah (showtime) Swizz!
OHH! (M, C) Wooooo!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down

[50 Cent]
I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit
Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah)
Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit
I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out
Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out
I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit
Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this

[Tony Yayo]
In the hood, you rat you die
In the hood if you rap you die
I'm out the hood gettin fat and high
Private jet, it's time to fly
Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up
Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah
Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice
I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH!

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago
I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway
Niggaz talk money just not around me
I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese
Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin
I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin
Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin
I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper
That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga
In the street rapper, industry bully
It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh)
I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades
I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose
Unit rider, my clique don't play
I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
You know if God bless the child with so much swag
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?
Seats less pussy got, all that ass
Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad
AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we
They don't know how to rock the spot like me
Smell like I just got out a brand new V
My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's
Work with me lil' mama, let's get it
Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it
I'm on that shit, we on that shit
I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz]
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!)
That flo', flo' (wooo!)

I don't wan' talk about it
(50)
Man I don't wanna talk about it
(Nah)
Man I don't wan' talk about it
(Yeah)
And I don't wanna talk about it
(Wooh)

I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
(These niggaz police)
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin? in so I can say the Enzo
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruisin?, Moulin Rougin'

They fuckin? and they strippin?, nigga, I ain't even trippin? nigga
Me, I handle business, God's my only witness
Watchin? homicide, sayin? "Who the fuck did this?"
Me I run the street, mayne, so I keep the heat, mayne

What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck with the elite, mayne
I don't fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
For? You poppin? that bullshit, like I don't pull shit

Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin? licks, stickin? shit, gettin? rich
That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
(And I don't wanna talk about it, oh)

I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
(Yeah, it's the kid, nigga, yeah)
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, yeah
Forty-five, my belt got the big eights
Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
For grimy niggaz tryin? to line me like, ?Oh a preacher?

You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowin? heavy herb
Then back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spot's sellin? more shit than Scott Storch

I'm tired of these pricks, lyin? 'bout bricks
Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick
Fly in the '60 U.F.O.
Unidentified flyin? object on twenty-fo's

More money more hoes, more money, more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah
I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh

I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
(Nah, uh)

B A, N K, S 5, 5 0
Or 6 8, M G, tinted with my eyes low
Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe

Louis V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car

I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby
Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin? shit

I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
Bye-bye, you fuckin? bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch

I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV
Ecstasy especially out the GT
You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too
Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew
These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer
And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya
I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya
Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola
Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims
Why say somethin about my name?
Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane
I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain
If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein
You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain
There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on
Here it comes, ready or not
Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone
Keep it cocked - and ready to pop
The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born
Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome
Here it comes - ready or not

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
My little shooter's 16 from the projects
Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex
I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant
You? You live life like a barbaric peasant
Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet
Fuck the pigs on the street
They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers
Get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz
You die if it's rated R
If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar
R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo
They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo
These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle
Of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto
These rappers ain't kings, they pawns
And got dust bunnies on they guns

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I think God spent a lil' extra time on me
Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see
I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy
I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money
My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me
And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny
My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
Givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban
Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him
I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin
So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban
If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin
Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him
Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin
That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him

[Chorus]

Money make the world go ?round
Money make the world go ?round
Money make the world go ?round
New York, money make the world go ?round

L.A., money make the world go ?round
Midwest, money make the world go ?round
Down South, money make the world go ?round
Southside, money make the world go ?round

Some people want nothin? out of life
And some people want it all
Some people ain't livin? life right
But fast money make God call

I'm prayin? to the angels but worship the devils
Yeah, a nigga rich but I'm livin? like a rebel
Ridin? with my strap on, foot on the pedal
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level

I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin? alive was no jive
Standin? on the strip you get stuck like Velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows

Run, nigga, run, nigga, here they come, nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid, I'm still in the P's, girl, I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant, girl, leave the party

My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God, it ain't my fault if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins, yeah

Money make the world go ?round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go ?round so get yours

Yeah, money make the world go ?round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for the dollar
Enough bills'll make your blood spill
Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill

I'm one man but I own more than one steel
Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops, baby

And if I'm wearin? my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga, you crazy?
Man, fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess

Police stompin? niggaz by the twenty
And shootin? by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man, I'ma do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo'

Money make the world go ?round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go ?round so get yours

Money make the world go ?round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go ?round so get yours

ATL, money make the world go ?round
Ca$hville, money make the world go ?round
N.C., money make the world go ?round
Bad News, money make the world go ?round

I love that money, I need that money
It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry
It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge
It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib

It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me
It gives me seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee
It made me rich, it made me change
I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things

You got me haters, you got me drama
You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas
You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners
When somebody dies, you gotta pay the mourners, mourners

Money make the world go ?round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go ?round so get yours

Money make the world go ?round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go ?round so get yours

Chi-Town, money make the world go ?round
Oakland, money make the world go ?round
Texas, money make the world go ?round
Detroit, money make the world go ?round

Bed-Stuy, money make the world go ?round
Southside, money make the world go ?round
Harlem, money make the world go ?round
B-X, money make the world go ?round

Staten Island, money make the world go ?round
Long Island, money make the world go ?round
Rhode Island, money make the world go ?round
Maryland, money make the world go ?round

D.C., money make the world go ?round
Baltimore, money make the world go ?round
Little Rock, money make the world go ?round
Minnesota, money make the world go ?round

Arizona, money make the world go ?round

(Intro)
(It's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way
(Betta move, it's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way
You betta move 50 feet shawti (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh)
Git out my way, we ballin' like Ayye!
I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!

(Verse 1)
Ain't no body goin' broke, err' body sellin' dope
Err' body gittin' money, it's some niggas tellin' no
We ain' talkin' on the phone, I don't know ya, I ain't servin ya
No body neva heard-a ya, you f**kin' wit' some murderas
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
She hold daddy down, help a nigga git rich (Yeah!)
This patron got me hot, the Phantom in the 'lot
See this pill kickin' in, and I'm standin' wit' my glock
In this bitch like move (Yuh!), I need some elbow room
Got me spillin' liquer why the club close so soon
Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+
Gimme a light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now)

(Chorus)
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!

(Verse 2)
Cup fun of Hennesey, my niggas call it Gasoline
Pussy niggas fill up, and say shit they don't mean
Stuntin' wit'cha real money, dat'll git'chu killed
See probly wann' this paper, my baby needs some milk
Bitch we built this city, the dope boi committee
I still got the nerves to saddle up, and come and git it
A product of the projects, my momma's only son


Made my 1st million dollas, and a new drama would come
Didn't run from it (Yuh!), I ran to it (Yuh!)
I'm not playin' bout The Unit, and my fans knew it
Now make a lane for me, 'cause I deserve this
I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!)
Ha-ha

(Chorus)
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!

(Hook)
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!)
You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!)

(Verse 3)
Got a blunt of green sticky, and my A.K. wit' me
If a mothaf**ka hit me, I'ma knock his head off!
I ain't scared of non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law (Whudd!)
Put'cha trigga fingas up, if you will knock they head off!
Push-a-weight, all thru the state
It's like I speed up, when they tell me "Pump my brakes!" (Aye!)
If I told chu what I make err' time I flip a kii
You would prolly try to take the same trip dat I take, but'chu can't (Ayye)

(Chorus)
You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru
If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!)
I push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back! (Yeaahh!)
Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!)
I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway
Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!)
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Push em back!
Aye, Let's Goo..

(Young Buck)
I'm Sick And Tired of These Same ol' Broke Bitches
No Job All They Wanna Do Is Smoke Swishes
Get Some Money Hoe Why You Wanna Watch Mine
Ain't No Tellin' What I'm Gon' Be Drivin Next Time
Seven Figga Nigga We Don't Buy The Bar No Mo
Pull Up The Paper Work Tell The Owner He Can Go
Walk Like a Pimp Bitch
Talk Like a Soldier
I Got New York Niggas Candy Paintin Up They Rovers
It Say 200 But It Go a Little Over
Not The Corvette The Ferrari Testarossa
We Can Bet On Any Point On The Dice
Pick Em Up
Shake Em Twice
Get Em Girl
Look I'm Nice
I'm So Clean With My G-Unit Kicks On
I Might Be Goin' In When Pimp C Get Home
If You Don't Like Me Say It to My Face
Just Because I Caught a Case Don't Mean You Can't Be Erased

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

(Bun B)
You Can Go Anywhere Cross The US
From North To The South East Mid To The West
Walk Up In The Hardest Hood Ask a Nigga Bout Me
They Gon Tell Ya Bun B Is Straight Mothaf**kin' G'
A Gangsta From His Toes To The Top Of His Fitted
Trillest Nigga In The Flesh You Can't F**k Wit' It
Got The German Hand Guns They Shoot 2 2 3
Bust Thru Ya Condo n Rip Open Ya Knees
My Nigga Please You Don't Want It Save Your Breath
By Yourself Imma Ride Till Ain't No Enemy Is Left
When The Middle Finger Niggas Hit Your Block Like Insurgents
There's No Deterrents from us Cleanin' Your Clock Like Detergent
Buck They Don't Think I Am, Nigga Please
Why This Pimp I Bet They Die Before They Reach Their First
Mothaf**kin' Sale
I Rep Them Underground Kings F**k Boy Pimp And Bun
If It's Action That You Wan't Mah Nigga Come Get You Some

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

(MJG)
They Call Me M Dot MJG I Mean That
I'm Packin' Some Weight And
They Ain't Talkin Bout Trill Jeans Them Niggas
They Like To Talk Shit In They Uniform Guess What
Them Niggas Still Phoney As The Unicorn
And I'll Be Damned If I Run You Bust Tho
They Ran Outta Guns Man U So Dumb
You Faker Than A Bitch Snitchen On The Track
I'm About To Pull a Bun
And Bust A F**kin' Cap

(8 Ball)
All Ball Do Is Smoke Weed And Get Bad Bitches
And If Ya'll Mad At Me For That Then Ya'll Niggas Some Bitches
Undercover Groupie Niggas Want Them Stop And Plead
For The Last Time I Don't Smoke Regular Weed
It Don't Matter Where We At Man
We Firin It Up
Security Don't Stop The Weed Man From Findin' Us
Industry Dick Suckas Keep Runnin Ya Mouth
And Imma Give Ya Motherf**kas Something To Talk About

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

(Intro: Young Buck)
Aight rap niggaz (yeah!)
You got 24 hours to live nigga (ha ha)
Your time's up right motherf**kin now nigga
Dah dah dah dahhhh

(Chorus: Young Buck)
Y'all niggaz ain't no killers, y'all niggaz some hoes
And y'all act like gorillas but you already know
If the gangstas feel us then 50 should'ta let me go
All the rappers that was beefin they ain't talkin no mo'
I'll bust they motherf**kin head ho (who wanna diiiie?)
I'll bust yo' motherf**kin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)
I'll bust they motherf**kin head ho (who wanna diiiie?)
I'll bust yo' motherf**kin head ho (I'm read' to riiiide)

(Young Buck)
Can't wait to see ya homie, gotta keep that Nina on me
Haters wanna leave me lonely - but y'all ain't killin me
F**k you, ya ain't feelin me, what you eat don't make me shit
I'm cleanin my artillery and wipin off these hollow-tips
Shawty like to swallow dick, and she set up good licks
I treat her like a pit and holla - GET 'EM GIRL, GET HIS BRICK!
You know if you snitch, what we do to tattletales
Cut off yo' bottom lip, send it to you in the mail
I'm coverin up my trails, I smell gunpowder
And the hood hot as hell cause of 48 hours
All my niggaz tryin to rob a rapper and get a bird
Take his platinum and his fur, get in the back of that hearse
Muh'f**ker

(Chorus w/ ad libs)

(Interlude)
Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin)
Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin)

(Young Buck)


Yes, I brought a A.K. to my concerts
So I don't need security, I put in my own work
I'm walkin with my jewelry, I know I ain't from round here
But y'all gon' have to kill me before I lay it down, yeah
I was on the news for knockin him out his shoes
But the dude got a son that go to my daughter's school
So I'm cool, cause I can grab what he love most
And that's the reason why you see me laughin then go
Pay the bond money, let me get back to the streets
The one man army, a Indian with no chief
I got a bomb on me, so e'rybody move slow
Biggie Smalls said it, "If I go, you got to go"

(Chorus w/ ad libs)

(Young Buck)
(Beef) Is when I see you niggaz on the streets
The barrel of the beretta knock out motherf**kers teeth nigga
(Beef) Just when you think it's good to go to sleep
I crawl from under the bed, and put a hole in your head homie
(Beef) Is probably what you rappers gonna die fo'
It's somethin that we live by, somethin that we ride fo'
It's (beef) so when you see that '72 Caprice
With a chopper out the window like, buck a motherf**ker
This is (beef); just know that there will never be peace
This 40-Glock'll make you niggaz NEVER sell a CD
And since it's (beef) well this might be my last verse
Cause I'ma set it off, I'm about to blast first

(Chorus w/ ad libs)

(Outro: Young Buck)
HEY! Yeah
Niggaz know who it is nigga
It's ya homeboy Young Buck motherf**kers!
And I just beat another motherf**kin gun case, ha hahhhh!
You know what it is nigga
Top of Bullets-burg, the world keeps turnin
Dead bodies come up every day nigga
Get out the way! CAUSE I'M COMIN!!

(Intro)
Yeah!!! Get 'em Buck!!!

(Verse 1)
OK! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it
I got 'em like HEY! Got 'em rollin
The kush on the way and the champagne frozen
Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open
I'm ridin presidential like the shit that I'm smokin
Water wih' the work, Petrom on my shirt
And a zip ain't shit I need a quarter P of Purp
'Gon break it down, pass it all around
I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
Them dope boys in this bitch like, let me buy that
Broke niggas in this bitch like, let me try that
I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow
Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though
Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go
Can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know

(Chorus) (*Ladies replying to Young Buck)
Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!)
I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!)
I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!)
I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!)
Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)

(Verse 2)
Let's play the game I'm the quarterback, don't stop homey
I go to jail if I get sacked, so block for me
Eightball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin
Got the whole club leanin wit' it, and body rockin
Drunk drivin in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked
Seventy Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?!
I'm home boy, holla at ya homeboy
Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy
First come first serve, fuck what ya heard
I'm piecin out my pack till I come up on a bird
Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin on these hoes
They know me at the bank love me at the jewelry stores
I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors
On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes
These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go
(I bet he got a vest) No but I got my tech though

(Chorus) (*Ladies replying to Young Buck)
Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!)
I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!)
I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!)
I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!)
Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)

(Outro)
Yeah you know what it is, how we do the damn thang down here
Nigga what you workin with?
Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club, throwin ya rent money, be broke in the mornin
Have us laughin at ya broke ass, yeah where my dope boys at?
Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god damn money! Hey! LET'S GO!

(Chorus: Lyfe)
Woke up screaming f**k the world today I, had it up to here
Ex-girlfriend got custody today cause, they say she feels
that I'll never be the daddy that she, wants me to be
Hardest thing I've ever had to do, sayin bye to my seeds, ohhh

(Chorus w/ ad libs)

(Young Buck)
Damn, look at what I call my life, a glock-9
And a eightball of white, I got mine
Well, not quite, I got signed
And 50 put me right in the light, it took time
Meanwhile I'm livin the life
Where a nigga just might see prison tonight
My rent due, baby need food and shoes
I'm flat broke, still I refuse to lose
So I smoke, lookin for the fools with jewels
I'm 'bout to see if it's true what a uzi do
Nobody cares, and life ain't fair or free
The best thang you can do is say a prayer for me
And how dare, y'all try to lock me up
You not here, so you ain't really givin a f**k
But I swear, as long as I'm breathin, I'm hustlin
I'm thuggin, and this is the reason because I

(Chorus)



(Lyfe)
If you see me in a suit and tie (in a suit and tie)
Tell all my niggaz goodbye (tell my niggaz goodbye)
Tell 'em that I'm on my wayyyyy (tell 'em I'm on my way man)
Say a prayer for me and hug the kids (hug the kids)
Tell God all of the shit I did (the shit I did)
And how the kids looked up to me (cause they did look up to me nigga!)
Yeahhhh

(Young Buck)
Heyyy - holla if you feel my pain
I been to hell and back, and I'm still the same
The block hotter than flames, but we sell the 'caine
Puttin all kind of thangs in our baby's name
Tell the hoes "I'm rich bitch" like my name Rick James
I really ain't got shit, but I can't complain
Cause L.T. got life, and Big Ju got fifty
Jimmy did his ten and D doin his twenty
Come get me, seems like it's no way out
So when I say "Dirty," you say "South"
Tryin to put my hands on somethin, brush off my shoulders
Buy up some land or somethin, get what they owe us
You don't have a plan, you're nuttin is what they told us
Remember what the O.G.'s showed to the soldiers
Gotta make it to heaven or die tryin to get it
The day dude f**k with Dre, I was feelin like

(Chorus)