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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Jazze Pha)
Ladies and Gentlemen.. (Hook - Young buck) I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP WOOP" homie if you see them laws (Chorus: Pimp C) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) (Verse 1 - Young Buck) I'm in the Porche no passenger Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficker See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that interstate Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't get caught We don't even use scales, niggaz break off a brick Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin' 'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind Gotta put me some gloves on, they f**kin' wit Buck now Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat YEAHH (Chorus) (Verse 2 - T.I.) Hey Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin' They done gave us 20 mil, well big deal pimpin' Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin' 'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin' Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions Like me at 13, out in no supervision Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin' Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Young Jeezy) Let's go 1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow Mr. seventeen five, ya damn right it's gon' snow Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True) LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha) Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn) Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real Just my ears alone, is like a quarter a mil' (That's right) Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup) I do it for the streets and mutha f**kers love it Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha f**kin' ass (HaHa) Wassup (Chorus) (Hook - Young Buck) I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws |
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from G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You [single] (2004)
(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
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from G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You [single] (2004)
(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
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me, I'll be aight Niggaz can waste ten while firin at me Cause I'm God's child, there's angels around me [Young Buck] Life's a bitch and then you die, this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week, or snatch this purse Clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani My eyes bloodshot red, I'm high but LET'S RIDE! I ain't scared, if I die it was meant to be He might send for you, before he send for me Gun-butt you with the back of the baretta The three-fifty-seven or, the black mac-11 We drive bulletproof Coupes nigga, go on take your shot We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for y'all You can run but they comin through them country walls Bang dropped me off and show me where he live at Think he tough? I'ma put six in his six-pack When you hear that click-clack bitch better get back quick One to the chest make niggaz do backflips [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] You don't think I know you niggaz want me to get murked Get lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed shirt Cold with two to the dome - the little niggaz don't get to see Disneyland, they'll settle for a funeral home You don't need hoes to know that the lead's hot I'm prepared for anything tonight as long as it's not a headshot The bigger the rim, the bigger the tire Hollow tips'll make him feel like a nigga on fire Everybody gotta go, it's the truth So I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggaz in wheelchairs, eye patches and crutches Arm |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(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) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
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) |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
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 |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
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] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[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] |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
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 |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
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 |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(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) |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(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!! |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[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 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[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 |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Young Buck)
Aiyyo you niggaz done ate long enough G-UNIT! OHH! (Chorus) AYYY, I'm the clean up man! It ain't too many niggaz that can do it like I can When them records ain't sellin and the stitches start tellin Motherf**ker they yellin - GET 'EM BUCK!! Grindin grindin, I can make it happen Cause I'm - grindin grindin, I ain't only rappin Man I'm - grindin grindin, you know who to call I be - grindin grindin, this is for my dawgs (Young Buck) What's goin on with the Unit these days? (let 'em know) Well I'ma tell you e'rybody gettin paid And I hear you niggaz talkin, prayin on our downfall Took a couple losses, still we some outlaws Ya bitch still lovin my swag We let you niggaz eat, why the f**k is you mad? I never left the streets, I really ran to 'em And since I know they watchin me I let my man do 'em Money, a house and a bad bitch Way 'fore the rap game man I had this (niggaz know) You don't know about bein broke Standin on the block sellin fiends soap Holla at me (Chorus) (Young Buck) Let's sip the 'gnac for a minute Shawty you feelin this then put your back in it (hey!) I'm back in it in an all-black fitted in an all-black tinted-up drop top Bentley Like - AYYY! You know what it is (yeah!) I got my own jewelry baby, this ain't none of his (okay!) Just holla when you NEED ME Show a nigga love when you SEE ME I can carry the weight, 50 just put it on my shoulders G-Unit is the gang, I'm a motherf**kin soldier They thought it was over, he let me out the cage (hey!) So now they got me standin on this goddamn stage, like (Chorus) (Young Buck) Before I leave let me put this on your brain If rap stop today, I still do my thang I bought a Benz way before I bought me a chain Took my momma out the Bricks and bought a car in her name Paid my nigga Head bond just to get him on the streets Hope if I get locked up niggaz do it for me Keep the project lights on, payin e'rybody bills All my homies dead, I'm takin care of e'rybody kids And I got this, you can count on me to come through, when the home team down by three I'm gon' shoot, and even if a nigga did miss I bet you next quarter I'll be back in this bitch, like (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Outro: Young Buck) Yeah, y'know niggaz out there Nah nah, hold on Y'know SOME niggaz out there Mighta thought the Unit was over or some shit You niggaz is losin your f**kin minds man, ha ha Aiyyo man I got this shit right now, ya mean? Get the F**K out my lane, yeah Y'know, that's why that nigga 50 That's why he got his feet kicked up right now Ha ha, Sha Money I got you nigga Straight up, so, oh yo I'm expectin to be at the AWARDS this year! Yeah... |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
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 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
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 |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Intro)
Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things) G-Unit South! (You know you f**ked up, right?) Aye yo, f**k tha police!! And f**k you snitchy azz niggas!! You know whudd it is!! (Matta a fact) Aye yo nigga! (You know whudd?!) Suck my dick!! (Chorus) Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga (Yuh!!) Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (Let's Goooo!!) Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (C'monnn!) (Verse 1: All Star) I neva been fronted, if I got it - then I bought it Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!) Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks) (Oooooowwhh) Nigga, we can git it crackin', really I don't give a f**k Call Scrap' and cherk Buck Like, "Let's go hit 'em up!" From tha -A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!) Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake I'm just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake And if I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face I'll stomp bitch, I don't give a damn 'bout a case (F**k!) (Chorus) (Verse 2: Lil Scrappy) Yo.. (Aye..) See, I don't give a f**k if he know, you know I'll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it's legal (C'mon!!) Stand on tha squad car screaming "F**k tha people!" Man dem niggas hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!) Perp for tha low, peel fo' you roll Gotta go and hustle, 'cause my pokets on low Got a couplah niggas dat's gon' flip em O's It was born in my blood, I'm gon pimp em ho's (Fo' Sho'!!) When you see me in tha street, yeah I did it fo' tha struggle ho' Now on my time, I'm gon' do it fo' my daughter tho Even if I have to rob and lay a nigga on tha flo' (Aye, Aye) You don't want no problems - just gimme what I came fo' (G-Uniit!!) (Chorus) (Verse 3: Young Buck) Posted up, on dis corna like whateva My chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!) On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin' We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em They know they we ain't gone, see dis is our hood (What!!) We wear these bandanas, not 'cause they look good (Fo' Real!) Let's do dis fo' big took it, them niggas in the pen Tha ones dat won't neva see these f**kin' streets again (Yeaaah!!) So f**k tha D.E.A. and f**k tha F.B.I. We traffican' dis shit, up until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!) Some say I'm out my mind, I say I'm about my grind (What!!) Dat's why when I tell 'em I bought a phantom They know dat I ain't lyin' (Aye!!) (Chorus) (Outro) Niggas know whudd it is! Straight up, on some real shiit, haha I got public service work to do, haha Yeahh!!! Aye yo 50!! Aye yo nigga! You told me what dem {?} gon' do Now I see watchu mean F**k tha police!! Haha.. Yeah nigga, G-Unit South!! Yeo!! |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
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] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(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 |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
Fire!!! I make it hotter Friction turns to fire You're what I desire I'm comin to getcha girl That's right, that's right It's on tonight Your just my type You're what i like I bring that heat Ya heard me right Everywhere I go, go Let's go Somethin new It's another episode Music bumpin and sweatin Drippin on the dancefloor I like it when shorty get it back in the bag When she do it like that I don't know how to act Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll pay to play it If its worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Baby work it (yeah) Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want i could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what i want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I burn it down on stage I make it hot Til the fire marshals come shut down the spot I had the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggas ain't got the style I got I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down You can hate this but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent Yes the star at the bar, I'll get ya bent You wanna party, let's party You wanna freak, be a freak You wanna creep, we can creep Tell me what it's gonna be So you can... Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what I want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) Fire!!! Now all you really ready I said are really ready I make the temperature rise Now don't be suprised I had a ice on stunt and heavy I got a hell of a flow You should already know So over 30 million records already It's the third time around You know how I get down I'm hands down pound for pound The best around Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll play to play If it's worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Work it (yeah) (Woo) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
"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! |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Intro : Young Buck)
You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!! (All Star) Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Ville.. Ha.. All Star.. Lyrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'all already know So dis time around I'm gon' done down my flow, man There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow From my mouf to y'all ears, man these niggas is ho's Runnin' around to tha bars, sayin' how fake I am Then ya see me in tha streets and ya shakin' my hand (Whuddup Stunna?) Then you pull off in ya ride and ya playin' my jam Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or fan? Damn! Y'all niggas is actin' way to tough Don't make me send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh) I ain't givin' in to all dat he sayd she sayd My niggas (Taking Hits) like Buck & D-Tay Tell me whatchu know about Star? Pull out from tha club with ya bitch in the car! Have they mind blown from tha shit in tha jar And then pop anutha bottle, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone Easy git anutha bitch, f**k it - we all rich (F**k It!) Shiit, if we ain't - chya babymama convinst (Ha ha) Yeah, if he ain't, how he talk so slick 'Cause on tha low in 04, he really bought those bricks Tha case is beat, we f**kin' wit' rap (Pac-Man) runnin' wit' us, so they callin' him bad He offically grind hard, so how gutta's dat East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthin' but Trap Tha streets respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and ball They say Star even gittin' love behind tha walls Take dis mixtape money, go and buy me a coup' See, I'm remindin' you, of what you trynnah do |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(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) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[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] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(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 |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(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! |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(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!) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(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!) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(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. |
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from G-Unit - G Unit - Stunt 101 [single] (2003)
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 |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
Intro:
Eh Uh Uh Uh Verse 1: Don't Ask me where the f**k Im from Or what set I claim I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50 Im on 1 and I just begun I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch I just wish Tupac was here to witness this Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call It's my time, so everybody jump on the train With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherf**ker Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) Verse 2: My gun damn near bigger then me I aint the nigga to be Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3 I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds We gon count to ten and then put the clips in Whoever is the last man standin wins You throw some money in the hood and it always works My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out? Its enough of this he say she say shit Now its time to find out who you with Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) Kokane: The streets aint got no love Oh but im a nigga on top of things These niggas dont feel my pain Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man But I aint even lookin for love Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay I gots to just do my thing Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(gunshot)
(Intro: Young Buck) Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherf**ker (it's the Unit) Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga! (50 Cent - repeat 2X) It won't be long 'fore you dead... You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me Nigga I come for your head... And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street (50 Cent) I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out Niggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim I'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha) Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah) Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin (Young Buck) Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top Don't blame me if your muh'f**kin block get hot Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison In a position of power In a position where bitch ass cowards can't f**k with ours And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me? Muh'f**ker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead) (Chorus: 50 Cent) If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long 'fore you dead (Young Buck) When you wired up in ain't no smilin See all of 'em whylin, and these niggaz is violent Little do you know your time could be expirin And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin Nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects Real niggaz, we don't f**k around with the nonsense Murder One shit, that's how it get - muh'f**ker what (50 Cent) I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red Nigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with lead Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig? Said f**k the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon) It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!) (Chorus) (50 Cent) Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones We kick up, that's what's up, cause I'm out, with the chrome You f**k up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't f**kin wit'cha (Young Buck) The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest (50 Cent) The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec My protects, my family, do you, understand me? My knife, my gun, my wife, my son My love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures (Young Buck) Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast Black Dickie suit and a f**kin black ski mask Shoot first, this is how I react and we act like it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that Listen (Chorus) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
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 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
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 |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Feat Jazze Pha)
(Intro - Jazze Pha) Yeah! Poetry in motion one take daddy this is how we do it in person man Ladies AND Gentleman! You are now tuned in to the very best Jazze Phizzel Jazze Pha that is for all you numbskulls out there Hey speakin of pimpin thats my nigga Young Buck!! (Chorus - Jazze Pha) Just hop in my ride If you want some We can only get high If you want some Gotta open them wide If you want some I can see in your eyes that you want some I know you want me shawty I Know (x4) I know you want me I Know (x4) I know you want me shawty I Know (x4) I know you want me I Know (x4) I know you want me shawty (Verse 1 - Young Buck) These hoes out here love me I get it wet N*ggas old ladies want to f*ck me You should see the sh*t I'm nuthin like them other thugs That eat it quick Too many n*ggas in this club I need a b*tch We park right up in the front You see the six I puff some smoke up out my blunt And pop the Chris I gotta find me a model I like em thick I make her hop in my Impala Go take a trip Clean off my shoe and pop my collar I'm rich b*tch Oh what you never seen a balla Well this is it I make that p*ssy feel good 'Til you tell me quit And I won't tell nobody that you let me hit Sike! (Chorus - Jazze Pha) (Verse 2 - Young Buck) Okay then shawty if you ready Then lets go Lets take it from the dirty to the East and West Coast A couple shots of Patron Lets have a sex show I got a lot but baby you can be my best ho I see you watchin a playa She like my dress code Rockin these Cardieys Drinkin that X-O I know a place that we can go And get low You wit a gangsta You ain't never felt like this before And if you know that p*ssy good Then hit tha floor Shake that a*s like you should Go get that dough I'll make you love me if you let me Fo' real though See down here we put Chevy's ridin' real slow So come on (Chorus - Jazze Pha) (Bridge - Young Buck) Don't get scared girl Show me what you got Show me what you got Just show me what you got I said Don't get scared girl Show me what you got Show me what you got Just show me what you got C'mon Don't get scared girl Show me what you got Show me what you got Just show me what you got I said Don't get scared girl Show me what you got Just show me what you got Just show me what you got !! (Chorus - Jazze Pha) (Outro - Jazze Pha) You are now tuned in to the very best The very best Jazze Phizzel Productizzel Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel Hey we doin' it real big man South squashin' pimpin' and monster makin' man Jazze Pha and Young Buck Tennessee connection man South Memphis meets Cashville Ten-A-Key Ten-A-Key We doin' it real big man Ten-A-Key Pimpin', USA Baby Man it feels like Suade Baby I mean what do you expect Baby? Show Me what you got (x3) Go on sing it boy You the beatifulest thing here Don't let em stop you |
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from G-Unit - I Like The Way She Do It [single] (2008)
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 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 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 Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 I 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 wit it I got special bread It's easy now please believe me now I dismiss a hoe please leave me now I fuck when I want I do what I like She want the same shit 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 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 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 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 Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a track and make money Now how much is that I'm getting money baby my truck a Lamborghini I'm in lebb 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 I'm in the club frontin I'm in the club stuntin 10 Grand to buy the bar Ma it ain't nothing 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 fuck A little head in the truck If a turn gang 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 Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet 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 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 that 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 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 Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(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 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(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 |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Intro)
It's tha Re-mix Young Buck! G-Uniit South! Ha ha! Aye yo, it's like I got a spot out in L.A. I got a spot in New York And I just got a spot in tha -A- So shawty wussup! (Chorus) I need a freak (Uh-oh), Where she at (Oh-oh) Uh-oh shawty (Shawty), here I go She really gotta know how to git down fo' hers I'm talkin'bout freakin' err'body... I need a freak (Uh-oh), Where she at (Oh-oh) Uh-oh shawty (Shawty), here I go She really gotta know how to git down fo' hers I'm talkin'bout freakin' err'body.... I wanna freak..... (Verse 1) Yeah show me whatchu got gurl I ain't from around here, take me to ya world Crystal and patrone, and you know it's on (Yo!) A Gangsta Grill mixtape, just to keep it goin' (Uh-oh, Aye!) Mint flow so you gotta take ya shoes off (Whudd!!) It's more room in this phanton then a U-Haul Shawty say she down wit' it, but she got a mayn' (Huh!!) And she ain't really use to havin' one nite stands (Ha ha) So what's it gon' be - show me where ya live Put ya head down baby, let me see ya grill Gone wit' ya bad azz, make them ho's hate (Aye!) Well make up ya mind, real niggas don't wait (Nah!) What's it gonna take fo' ya to break us all off (C'monn) Neva thought I'd see tha day when I'd be askin' what it costs (Fo' Sho'!) Ice on my teeth got her starrin' in my mouf As soon as i find myself a freak - I'm OUT! (Chorus) (Verse 2) Here ya go babydoll, take two of these I'ma let tha top down so dat we can feel a breeze (Let's go!) Gon' feel like a millian bucks in dis Porsche truck Gotta big white cup full of purple stuff (Yeaahhh!!) Sales blowin' gone up, yeah they want Buck (Uhh!) If yee'in lettin' a nigga f**k - I ain't showin' up In tha strip club gone on dat Grey juice (Owh!!) These ho's crushin' down pills in they Orange juice Do ya thang ma, I ain't gotta problem wit' it And when ya finished, roll tha weed up and I'ma hit it! (Buck!) Dat how we do it, 7 days a week When ya see me in tha streets, you can speak! (You can speak) (Chorus) (Outro) So holla! Phureal tho I'm out here baby Aye, you know whudd it is I ain't trippin' My babymama ain't trippin' Phureal tho! I mean, you got to love it baby! Young Buck! Let's go! Aye Nay, rememba what I said I need a freak And I don't discriminate against niggas' babymama's C'monn shawty (Gangsta Grizzel!!) Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty If ya see me in tha hood Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty If ya catch me in tha club Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty When ya see me in tha mall Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty Don't matta where I'm at (Yea!) Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty ... |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(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!!!! |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Intro)
Aye Drama, hold up fo' a sec' aiight Stop dat gangsta shit fo' dis niggas one time Cut dat shit tha f**k off right now, ya'undastand Dis niggas ain't f**kin' payin' attention They not seen what df is goin' on It's a movement nigga, G-Unit South! Git wit' it or live wit' out nigga!! You know whudd it is when you see me in tha mothaf**kin' streets Let's Goooo!! (G-Unit!!) (Verse 1) As the world turn, let tha weed burn I need mine and I know dat you need yours Shit ain't all good but tha hood still got my back And believe dat I got my strap (Get 'Em Buck!!) I don't wanna hear bout tha shit you've been thru Niggas all know bout the {?} You ain't got to sit to me if it offends you But come thru, show me love and I'll defend you (Owh!) See me on tha news, be like: "Damn dat's ugly" So like 'Pac sayd: "Only God can judge me" Six rocks left 'till my packets gon' (Yeaaahh) On tha block by myself I ain't got no home Niggas gittin' at my bitch in tha club Tellin' her to holla soon as I'm locked up So damnit it's on me now, I can make 'em famous (Whudd!) By standin' by a nigga labeled "Armed & Dangerous" But don't no body really see tha picture And do ya see ya momma face starrin' at some tissue? I made my mind up befo' I got a record deal You can make fake money, but tha respect is real (Hook) Even if I did they gon' say I didn't Even if I ain't they gon' say I'm wit' it We hustle all nite out here trynnah git it (C'monn) So even if I gotta lay down fo' a minute (Owh!) I be back.. (Same ol' nigga) I be back.. (Whudd) (Just got a lil' bigga) I be back, (C'monn) (One mo' time) I be back, (Fo'sho) To git what's mine (Verse 2) Day dreamin', thankin' where they gon' send me (Huh!) I'm doin' bout a hunned in dis {?} And they don't see me sweat, so I smile thru it all (Yuh!) I see tha blue lights but I'm thankin' "Hayell no" (Nooo!) I wanna do right, but they tell me dat I'm wrong Fo' doin' 35 in durrty speed zone (Dayum) I should've called 50, tell him I'm pulled ova (Nah!) But he know I'm strap'd and he know I ain't soba So lemme take a deep breathe, put my seatbelt on When he walks to tha car, holla back - we gone I gotta case pinned on me and I'm out on bars So he gon' have his trynnah handcuff my arms And he gon' have 20 niggas trynnah do him wrong When only he had to do is sit back and be gon' F**k tha D.E.A. and tha Feds Git money mothaf**ka, you can sleep when ya dead (Yuh!) (Hook) Even if I did they gon' say I didn't Even if I ain't they gon' say I'm wit' it (Yuh!) We hustle all nite out here trynnah git it (C'monn) So even if I gotta lay down fo' a minute (Owh!) I be back.. (Same ol' nigga) I be back.. (Whudd) (Just got a lil' bigga) I be back, (C'monn) (One mo' time) I be back, (Fo'sho) To git what's mine |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
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 |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(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) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[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] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[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] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[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 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
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 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
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 |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
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! |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
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! |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
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 |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Intro:)
Yeah man is like I don't been to so much man I don't see so much shit out here man, all this material shit this shit don't mean a shit to me man, No its like I didn't do so much man I aint got no shit to show for man, no f**k the world man, no Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that, yeeaah (Verse:) Everybody trying to KILL me I don't have no friends I bought myself in this mothaf**king Benz Don't u DISS me, nothings going right and yeah I wanna fight So im jumping in the night u gonna RESPECT me I don't wanna talk my nerves bad and I having suicide on thoughts Somebody WATCHING me I can feel the heat who ever in here is scared I can hear they heart beat and they are not STOPPING me Im out of control like a nigga locked up then just got out of the hole What the DO TO ME, put me in this game give me all this fame And expect for me to change my f**king mind (Chorus:) U mothaf**kas don't know me (lets go) U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah) U mothaf**kas don't know me (come on) U mothaf**kas don't know me (Verse:) I am not going to jail, we gonna smoke our weed We don't need no help, u don't wanna f**k with me I do not tell, ya wont get enough, Im from the neighbourhood where we thought our first, put you out of my way, I had a bad day My brother wouldn't die if I had my AK, ya don't feel me I am on the edge, so when I woke up on the wrong side on the bed U don't love me, u just like my call and if im ever with broke u find another star, don't u touch me, I don't need a wife I love my lil girl but her momma needs a life (Chorus:) U mothaf**kas don't know me (come on) U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah) U mothaf**kas don't know me (lets go) U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah) U mothaf**kas don't know me (yeeah) The business is entertainment And what entertains the customers is the sight of blood Cam, i mean i was being nice to him Okay i' get him Yo niggaz worship the ground i walk on i make mills of the tracks i talk on its king, KING |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(2Pac)
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) (Treach) Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do Whose the new crew? Show me your neck brotha, and here's another Smack your mother's mamma's mother In the first mob of all those other crack lovers Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now? Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it The same thing minus P hangin possies like an exponent Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it It makes no sense to smell like shit If old ass George could be Washing-tons (Chorus) (Riddler) Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots And packin the glocks and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim You lookin grim, is it me or him or him Or be with me, we be together So what's up? We can do whatever Cause real niggas stick together Till they make it up to heaven Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7 The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga The deeper they dig the ditch-a The Naughty the Treach then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up You fuckin body, I'm like, Oh my Gody Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him So got him, now I puts the crime behind me And finds me, a place to lays my head low I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Intro)
G-UNIT!! Aiyyo if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket Aiyyo make some noise in this bitch Cause I'm gettin money like a muh'f**ker y'all (YEAH!) (Young Buck) Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now Work for the money money (let's go!) put it down now Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now 26's got me big big wheelin Money over bitches, I'ma get me a million Thangs done changed, I'm hotter than a flame So it's no time for me to beef with Jada, Joe or Game (Game) Diamonds in my chain (chain) a Chevy in my yard And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage (uh-oh!) C'mere, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out (YEAHHH!) Let's play the game "Big Bank Take Lil' Bank" Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank (damn!) You would think money's growin on trees the way your boy run through a couple hundred G's Fresh white tee 'bout to get my hustle on (yeah!) I ain't goin to the club, 'til all my work gone (C'MON!) I'm leanin on the leather, and grippin on the wood And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah (Chorus: Young Buck) If can get money (money) I be in the hood (hood) I be stackin paper like a real nigga should My money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hood Money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hood I be pimpin hard (hard) and I got them hoes (hoes) You ain't gotta ask me, you already know My money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hod Money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hod (Young Buck) I got my mind on my money (money) my money on my mind (mind) I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some (YEAHHHH!) I'm sellin everythang (thang) and savin every dime (dime) I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some (YEAHHHHH!) Fifty for the watch (watch) a hundred for the bracelet I'm headed to the top (top) I can damn near taste it I represent my block (block) and give away the ones (c'mon!) The hustle never stops so my job is never done (ayy!) So tell me what it costs (costs) and show me who the boss (boss) Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma break him off (break him off) If you wanna know the reason why I act like that I can fit a half a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Young Buck) Go and do your thang (thang) just don't get caught Let your money talk (HEY!) I let my money talk for me If shorty wanna hate, then tell the bitch to walk Let your money talk (HEY!) I let my money talk for me Call me what you want, but you can't call me broke (broke) Cause gettin big bags of money's all we know (know) Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear (yeah!) Bentley outside by the ice cream truck (truck) Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck (Buck) Thought I wouldn't make it, but look at me now That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal (LET'S GO!) (Chorus w/ ad libs) (Outro) GET MONEY!! Hey, GET MONEY!! GET MONEY!! Hey, GET MONEY!! |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Lil Scrappy)
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy I got money BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit! (Chorus - 4X) I got money in the bank (yea) shawty what you drank (Lil Scrappy) I'ma get that, dough and f**k with dem, hoes Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue I go get that, paper a mega f**kin watch I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea) I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea) If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce) Take it outside, nigga f**k fallin back Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack (Chorus - 2X) (Young Buck) Two step with me, let me show you how it goes The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls I got a Bentley that I only drove one time 50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back Cause I got (Chorus - 2X) (Lil Scrappy) 50, got me, Lil Jon, got me I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop (Chorus - 2X) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
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 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
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 |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
Nigga i am the streets
Not just the south but im the streeets Im your neibourgh hood nigga They holla stop buck red light but green mean go If people see me on top and they see me broke Fuck a billie we treat em like buwriks and work items Blunt cuts on the floor but nigga i aint worried bout it Niggas paying 32 with outa problem My plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em (keep it moving) That aint snich scale who you folling see when you weigh mine gotta watch what you duin Tied up to times, get back to my grind this whole blook hit mine you can't make one dime The who by, im up like i snorted two lines, two nines in a park pepping out the window blinds Watting on the paper, watting on the haters, befor they kick my door i peal em like patatoes Bite down bitch i got 20 diffrent flavours, ask them what happend to those that didn't pay us I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Fuckin niggas wanna compet, they wanna be king pins They want it for cheap they had me back on see in (not me agian) But no no me don't sell no dope no more the dope sell it's self me just ride around in blowdro (fo sho) With your hoe, she put her head down then i go slow i go (Oh Oh) then i drop her of at you door Back to the money like they stole sumthing from me, a carck full of goones with there nose all runny A full moon (Ohhh), it's got me graulling, can't go in the house untill a made a couple thousand Follow me i take you right were the dollars be, you cant talk about your hustel niggas gotta see, Some niggas got paper but they not a gee, alphabet bois get em in their coopa ple, Everybood aint real shawty obviusly, yeah what eva that you get you aint got from me I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Bitch it got em murder, hada hada hat so he served em Draged em in an ally and they burned em, nobody herd em But some body smelled the fumes, i keep telling these kids this is not a cartoon Caught him in a school zone dirty, he onli 15, we won't see him till he 30, a whole birdy Damn, yeah act like you herd me you migh couporate, still aint getting out early Niggas love these hoes, can't be away from them, soon they put em in a room dats when they say sumthing (hey let me out) Next thing you knwo they coming (five oh) don't let em find no weed, no yay or nuthing, tell the judge fuck yall i was way in london With my doctor bitch she making plenty money, dicki shorts, house shoes on, drop top playing old school songs bitch move on I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Outlaw nigga, shiet they took from us for 400 years Im about to get every god damn thing these muthafuckas ow me Fuck all yall bitch as nigga, fuck the Police, fuck the President, Fuck yor mama, fuck your dady, fuck all you hatting as niggas Matter fact fuck you buck TRiM! PR!NCE!! |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[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] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[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] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[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] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(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] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(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] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
*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] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
*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] |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Intro: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy))
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck, yeah! (AY!) Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!) A.T.L. to Ca$hville nigga (You already know what this is, ay!) Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?) Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Let's go) Let's get it! (Let's go!) (Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)) Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga I ain't playin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh) Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!) (Interlude: Young Buck) Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you (Young Jeezy) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!) We still ridin dirty, think we givin a f**k? (nah) Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!) Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!) And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn) And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!) So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand You ask me what I need I tell 'em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh) All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!) I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!) See cuz over there (whattup!) he'll kill ya ass for nuttin C.T.E. (talk to 'em nigga!) and muh'f**ker we buckin nigga (Chorus) (Interlude) (Young Buck) Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites See I make my own price cause I take my own flights I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper So when I make it rain, I just get it back later See cuz over there, he'll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!) 6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin (Chorus) (Interlude - 2X) (Chorus) |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
its gangtsa grillz you bastards, gangsta grillz!!
yo wassup, what are you goin to do shorty, nothing im tryin to roll,are you tryin to get your roll on? yea im tryin to roll.. Gangsta Gangsta!! roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand bout to get my roll on with these two green apples find me a bitch take her back to my castle orange mangos the ranty cups(?) them brown ones got niggaz fuked up got my gucci shades on i no these niggas hatin me im selling orange webans and blue naked ladies clubs goin crazy everythings spinning these niggas mean muggin but there hoes keep grinning im in my own world let me show you how it is call the X-men tell him to bring me sum pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills were all on the blues i got those greens and the reds we all feling good going hard on the X you mite catch me at the bar with yo bitch she says shes never poped but tonight she say she is i got one in mi hand you cant stop me now the one thats in mi mouth got me feling like bob deplow damn look at mi grills god damn i cant reli talk on the lean god damn i cant reli walk (?) bucket full of pils dono the rest!! |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[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" |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
[Chorus](Sharron Sanders)
You might see my riims spiiinin And all this big time and shinin' Im postin up tonight Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money [Young Buck] Im on my grind aint no clubbin for me, Cuase lil groupie ass hoes mean nothin to me I like chinchilla furs, cars and crocidiles Similiar to jigga but my own lifestyle I got a child so i ant really bout no games Ive been all around the world and its al the same If you aint got monye you dam near dead So we post on the block till we get us some bread I aint been home in 3 days or change my clothes, But i can reach in my pocket pull out a bankroll A ballah baby i dont love these hoes I hustle monday through sunday My shop neva close Thats why you see the ice on them chrome 24's Cause im in the traphouse while 50 doin shows Love for the rap game but live for the streets What would you do if you was gettin? it cheap [Chorus] You might see myy riiims spiiinin And all this big time and shinin' Im postin up tonight Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money [Young Buck] Brin it back if you takin to long Im trying ot flip minds quick see my patience is gone Let the lil homies take my cars to the club And ima post right here, come show me some love I got 2 for 1's cuase, 3 for the twenty Im takin dimes, pennies or whatever that you give me Gotta make it home so im checkin my rearview These rappers aint trappin For real i still do Captain of ship or ther kernal of the tank Whatever that you cal me in money in da bank Just playin my position liike a shoulder do And it aint no tellin what i sold to you I told my girl hold on im tryin to get a lil bigga You aint feelin that go find another nigga A money go-getter you gotta love me Underground king like pimp c and bun b [Chorus] You might see myy riiims spiiinin And all this big time and shinin' Im postin up tonight Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money |
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