 |
|
3:47 | 
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough Bury all ya hatin Cause hatred'll bury ya Learn not to talk tough talk through ya cellular Fuck gettin beef The president the senetor There is no peace You the prey or the pretedor While ya plottin on me I'm 10 steps aheada ya Black 40 calibur I'll putta infer-red on ya Nigga I'm special You mad cause you regular Man I don't want yo bitch I damn near remember her Refresh my memory? Oh yeah, I slept wid her No wonder she ain't mention you When I met wid her Mind on my chedda They remember me forever The groundwork I put in Make my lifestyle better... and better I like the fuckin street Right in them phantom lights Montana life Two women And my hand is ice But I don't forget where I come from Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough For that china white I'll lay a nigga momma down We can shoot it out Like Frank White did in Chinatown You know I got that hard white You know I got that tannin brown Automatic trey-pound Leave a nigga maned-down Murda murda homicide Real right niggas ride Gangstas, they never hide Thank God I'm still alive My pockets look like there's cracks on me My waist looks like I got the mac on me These hoes on my dick I got that axe on me You a R.N. Regular nigga that rap homie I'm crack homie I'm dope money I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money C-back, Maybach My shit two-toned Nigga run up on that Yo ass a tombstone I'm wood like a group home Ghetto like a payphone Jake the snake I'm low in the hood Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga Nine for a hard nigga Don't make me empty the chamber Even if I'm locked in a cell block You'll fall into shell shock When I open ya head wid the banger I cause a riot in the yard Make a mess in the mess hall Like I jus blew trial And I ain't got nothin left God, what's todays mathematics? Shit ain't addin up Get knocked wid 10 machine guns Only get 12 months? Ooohh weee, don't talk to me You talk to him, you talkin to them I got the best lawyers money can buy They said they woulda got me ten Or maybe nine I say "how do you explain how homie breathe? " He say "you keep ya mouth shut or you in wid G's" Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough |
|||||
|
|
3:47 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough Bury all ya hatin Cause hatred'll bury ya Learn not to talk tough talk through ya cellular Fuck gettin beef The president the senetor There is no peace You the prey or the pretedor While ya plottin on me I'm 10 steps aheada ya Black 40 calibur I'll putta infer-red on ya Nigga I'm special You mad cause you regular Man I don't want yo bitch I damn near remember her Refresh my memory? Oh yeah, I slept wid her No wonder she ain't mention you When I met wid her Mind on my chedda They remember me forever The groundwork I put in Make my lifestyle better... and better I like the fuckin street Right in them phantom lights Montana life Two women And my hand is ice But I don't forget where I come from Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough For that china white I'll lay a nigga momma down We can shoot it out Like Frank White did in Chinatown You know I got that hard white You know I got that tannin brown Automatic trey-pound Leave a nigga maned-down Murda murda homicide Real right niggas ride Gangstas, they never hide Thank God I'm still alive My pockets look like there's cracks on me My waist looks like I got the mac on me These hoes on my dick I got that axe on me You a R.N. Regular nigga that rap homie I'm crack homie I'm dope money I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money C-back, Maybach My shit two-toned Nigga run up on that Yo ass a tombstone I'm wood like a group home Ghetto like a payphone Jake the snake I'm low in the hood Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga Nine for a hard nigga Don't make me empty the chamber Even if I'm locked in a cell block You'll fall into shell shock When I open ya head wid the banger I cause a riot in the yard Make a mess in the mess hall Like I jus blew trial And I ain't got nothin left God, what's todays mathematics? Shit ain't addin up Get knocked wid 10 machine guns Only get 12 months? Ooohh weee, don't talk to me You talk to him, you talkin to them I got the best lawyers money can buy They said they woulda got me ten Or maybe nine I say "how do you explain how homie breathe? " He say "you keep ya mouth shut or you in wid G's" Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough |
|||||
 |
|
- | 
|
||
| from JT The Bigga Figga, Juvenile - South West Bosses (2009) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Intro)
Wussup real niggas? (Real niggas..) Aye yo, shout out to dem niggas in penny-tentiary I see y'all niggas, my niggas comin' home!! And it's onn!! (Verse 1) I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga), I just want to shoot (So watch yaself) I don't want to rob 'em (Haha), I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothaf**ka!) I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga), I just want to shoot (So watch yaself) I don't want to rob 'em (Haha), I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothaf**ka!) There come 'em boys wit' dem bandanas on (Yeah!) They totin' A.K's wit' banana clips on (Blow!) You thankin' we snorin' some much white on dese streets (Whudd!) Dese ho's out here doin', I'm a P-i-m-p Nigga TIP is murda case, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case Cashville tha murda state, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case Look I ain't here to play, I can git it 'nutha day (Yeah!) I do it fo' tha hood, and you do it fo' TV (C'monn!) Now, streets love niggas like me and Young Jeezy I'm leanin' on tha leatha and grippin' on tha wood Wit' my hand on a metal, I wish a nigga would (Wooooo) (Chorus - 2x) I don't want no problems, I just want to shoot (Boom!) I don't want to rob 'em, I just want tha loot (Yeah!) And I ain't fo' no talkin', so wutchu wanna do?! (Do!) Got click full of killas, nigga you can git it too!! (Too!) (Verse 2) Tha word on tha streets is Some G-Unit niggas, wit' whole lotta guns, bussin' shots (Yeeaaahh) So somebody call 50, and tell him come quicky Go try to make 'em young boys stop (Ooowhh!!) I'm not sent to play dese games (Whudd!) See some thangs, they'll change You'll no longa hear me sayin' dese rappas names (Nah!) I had e'nuff, gotta cake to shot, ya time's up Bitch I'm comin' to ya hood if you wanna fight Buck (Let's Gooo!) Spider-Loc got me ridin' thru dese sets in L.A. As country as I am, mayn' I feel like I'm gon' stay(West-ssiide!) They know a real nigga when they see 'em - I won't play And I ain't worry 'bout no money nigga, I know Dre Tha glock stay on me, and tha knife's fo' back-up (Ooh!!) I'm comin' to tha +Vibe Awards+, dare ya to ack up (Haha) Go tell 'em dat I'm back, and I'm still on my hustle You know a nigga stapped, hommie you don't want no trouble (Chorus - x2) (Outro) Huh!! So it is whudd it is.. Dat's a rap.. Next time I'm start shootin' tha shit outta you bitch azz rap niggas Phureal tho!! Niggas know, I just walked out up of dat court room smellin' like weed and shiit.. Haha.. Phureal like you know, tha probation offica can kiss my ass! Tha D.A. can kiss my ass! Every body in tha Goddamn court room, can kiss my ass!! F**k y'all!! 'Cause see, when a mothaf**kin' nigga got his life in ya hands y'all mothaf**kin' still good But when a nigga beat cho mothaf**kin' azz, y'all niggas be like "Wooohh" |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Chorus: Young Buck)
They was glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm rich So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (uh-oh!!) Stuntin in the club, make 'em start a riot Throw my hood up then go take it outside (Repeat) (Verse 1: Young Buck) Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me I show her no love, she keep on comin back Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas jealous See I'm hard on a hoe, I get down for mine You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat) We go to jail, go to church, go to sleep I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat Tryna figure out how to get to Peachtree Come on nigga (Verse 2: Lil' Murder) Young nigga, but a certified playa But youse a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide hater They was glad I was broke, but now im livin major Hustlin and servin niggas like a waiter for the paper We ridin down the strip in sumthin so wet When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get sick Every city, every state, it's the same ol' shit Nigga money make the world go 'round so get ya hustle on These niggas snitchin' so much, I'm like "f**k a phone" Mad cuz im on, they love to see me down I know you gon' let me shine and get mine nigga (Chorus) (Verse 3: All-Star) Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so keep it movin' These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it Chea, I'm used to it, I done made a gun fire Pull the trigger one time, sound like a gun fight You was glad I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never scared I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there I know hustlers that do deal white Jump stupid, find out what these boots feel like Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so street (yea) What it is, what it aint, what it gon be (Verse 4: Hi-C) I don't bust my gun, like a halftime football game I aimed straight and I took yall name And ya whole click look all lame You can catch me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls Im in the club with my muthaf**kin' glock in drawers I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my balls You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the walls You shoot to scare, I aim and kill When I dump on you, they gon think yo brain aint real Im heavyweight in the game, you featherweight When they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate Bitch (Chorus) |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005) | |||||
 |
|
4:01 |
|
||
|
from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks) Album: Blok Party Vol. 1 Song: What Goes Around [50 Cent] G-Unit haha [Lloyd Banks] I dont know where you from but out here we ride So if you scared of conflict don't come outside Get your hands on a gun Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1 I'm hear talkin' to the street now That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown You still strugglin down to your last rock G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot You thought you wouldn't hear my voice I'm in the hood cause I'm hood You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime Becardi in a party, you sorry I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste She look like she took a bag of flour in the face You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single [Chorus: 50 Cent] What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground [Lloyd Banks] My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire The 2003 McGwire, until I retire My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates I got enough 16's to battle 2 states I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J Armed with a new K So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday My charm get it usually You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps Start your career from the back of a milk carton Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier In my upbring we wore the same socks And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops [Chorus] [50 Cent] Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga... |
|||||
 |
|
3:50 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon G-unit in this bitch, G-unit in this bitch The dirty, dirty Show 'em how the south do Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south Working this wood wheel, ya'll don't know how good it feel Just come to cashville, ya'll gon see how hood it is We in the projects, cookin' chikens in the kitchen We goto prison, but get out and go back to get in it Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin' We fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin' I know i'm country, i cant help it i'm from tennessee I'm throwin' up this hennisey, and blowin up my enemies Ya'll niggas remember me? not because the bird's tennekee But Young Buck been a g', i give a fuck who you be boy I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it To be a star, all you need is a pyrex jar Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's I ain't fuckin, man i'm commin ak 40's bustin' 7's and mack 11's I told 'em all i ain't no hoe But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga Smack him with that callico I'm tryin to stay in gods plan But i hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man, ya bitch! I left them niggas needin'path And ya'll probly won't live to see this weekend Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin mash out I hit the dro' a lil more and then i pass out Crashin' the h2, bitches i hate you Now u keep talkin shit, i kidnap and ducktape you Let them faggots rape you Then it's back to mississippi, if ya boys want revenge Tell them bitches come and get me Cuz i was born in this bitch to die I'm in queens, in your 'lac, with your bitch gettin' high Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south I'm the king, it ain't no mystery, so fuck ya'll niggas dissin' me I'm goin' down in history, i'm leavin' with a victory Yo' baby momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me Since i'm a star, when i hit the door, they never friskin' me Cuz i pack a pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 "ill back you down" Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground You know my niggas hold me down, what goes around comes around I represent h-town, still run the underground With bricks on the greyhound, spree's on my escalade I'm glad i made it out the game, it gotta be a better way Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level It's clover g and G-unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Intro)
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!! Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know? Shit f**ked up, but dis how it goes... (Verse) Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!) Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King 'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole f**kin' team (Huh!) Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!) My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight) Find me a new job - I wanna rap So I got myself a new squad, got out tha trap Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh) But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!) Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of mine He was really right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!) But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha line Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!) My blessin' came and people started to listin It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!) To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can He got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!) I took him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!) Brought him round 50 to show him what he got He looked at me quickly and said he was hot We was on our way, straight to tha top But my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh) His frustration kicks in, now here we go My homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo' Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!) Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!) Stay focused tha way I post dis When tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh) Shit got bad, my homeboi really got mad 'Cause he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!) Nobody to blame but who else, Guess who? He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!) Now I can't live around dis beef stuff (Nah) Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn) Askin' The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!) There he goes, right there with his toy souljas I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!) Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!) But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!) I started to shoot, but I looked in his eyes And then i realized dat he didn't wanned die So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?! He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' f**ked up now" I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me." Glock still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh) A car door opens, and who do I see?! My homeboi artist who was down wit' me He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!) I wadn't thinkin' I just f**ked ya man up Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn) Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!) Weeks went by, and we got back cool First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!) 'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye) Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my back now Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!) But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi (Outro) They smilin' in ya face All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..) They smilin' in ya face All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..) |
|||||
 |
|
4:25 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[Chorus]
I wanna get to know you I really wanna fuck you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy [Young Buc] Im lovin' how you look in my eyes Swingin' them hips when you pass I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby Jump on this Harley Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi Then go pull up at the afterparty I think we make a perfect couple But you think I'm trouble Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman" Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin' Your toes painted half fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do Making decisions shorty good things don't last long Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong Before I head home Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Bitches be frustrated with the baller Wonder why I call her Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spall her Hiccups annoy ya from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more She loves it when I'm in town Hate it when I'm not around I get her and wear down Next door neighboors hear the sound Pictures hittin' the ground Just enough to hold us down I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with her frame And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name Her panties wet over fame Fall in love with my chain I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie. [Chorus] [50 Cent] (Yeah) What would fuck me up more Watching her lick her lips Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right Look I'm legit now used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house big Benz girl it yours Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Don't indulge in my past fuck what happened before you Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night We can have a balla night [Chorus] I wanna get to know you I really wanna fuck you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy I wanna be your lover I really need to stand you, baby I wannt be your lover I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby. |
|||||
 |
|
4:27 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You [single] (2004)
(Intro/Chorus: Joe)
I wanna get to know ya I really wanna thug you, baby One dose of your lovin I know it gon' drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my lovin I know it gon' drive you, crazy (Verse One: Young Buck) I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?) She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy (Chorus) (Verse Two: Lloyd Banks) Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with her friend And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain? Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY (Chorus) (Verse Thre: 50 Cent) Yeah Don't know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right? Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you Cause to me some bunny's gon' hate you that never saw you C'mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night (Chorus) - repeat 2X w/ variations |
|||||
|
|
4:11 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
G-unit!!! GMM nigga Shady/Aftermath in this bitch .. ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo Ya understand me nigga? Aye nigga, they say we the new kings of the south They say that ATL to cashville .. DAMN! I've been patiently waitin' to blow But still on the block with the k and the coke See the mexican's love me, they tell me keep on doin it homes They never seen a nigga go get it and bring it back home I don't want out of them zones, i want the whole thing, G-unit!!! We done started our own game, we ain't playin' no games Duck tape 'em and take 'em to the hood Don't get no blood on my leather and wood Make it look good for the block I be puttin in my work, handlin' my business I been on my knees, askin' my homeboys who did this? So fuck that!, that's why i bust back Spit my bars, get off tour, then go and cook crack Look at me now bitch, you don't know how rich Lloyd banks, yayo, 50 Cent, game nigga, or ill get Solute a soldier when you see me And i ain't one of those niggas out here stuntin' for T.V. I gotta keep it gangsta Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) Yeah, the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Wont stop till he busts his kneel in, my cats conceilin' Bad bitches I'm drillin, he's sittin on millions Fuck what you feelin, violate my space, bare witness the killin' Stat'll dog, for a dollar cuz he known to finish My account resembles spandex, how they stretch Faggots play like a razor step, when the ak's and teck's show up They so quick to hoe up, but hold up When the clamp has appeared they show up Sayin' that snitch song shit, you lil' puss ass bitch Beg tanya lita how she get ya ass whiped Why hustle at all, when you hustle backwards Mo' money i get, mo' niggas be hatin' I light fire to ya ass, they be callin' ya satan GMM my organization, my obligation is to spit that shit Cuz the streets is waitin' , yah Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) I'm showin' no love to these cowards, i don't give a fuck Shady/Aftermath/G-unit we'll hit you up Country as i wanna be, but gangsta as they come Loose lips sank ships, snitches die where I'm from Get ya gun off safety, if ya plan on livin' Don't make me cock it and pop it, ill knock your head off with it Yeah i've said i've did it, 'cuz i did, and I'm doin it Done came too far to let you bitch niggas ruin it Yeah, every word i utter, is simply octaine I keeps it gunnin' and ya boy's the boss may'ne The main thing, keep the main thing, the main thing Stack cheese, grip grain, spit hotter than hot wing Niggas claimin' they hard, we know you square Try to creep gun's like ties, i keep a spare Save them games for the arcade, ain't no scare And we prepared for problems, 'cuz we right here (Yeah) Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) How ya'll see's that? ATL shorty Uderstand me, nigga .. cashville bitch G-unit!!!, nigga GMMmy muthafuckin squad, nigga Sady, aftermath nigga! Tey be cuttin' them mo' fuckin checks now I ride big nigga, i got my thang danglin nigga And i gotta big thang out my balls, ya understand me Dre and em'll feel ya man, they gotta love niggas |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Snowgoons - Gebr & Grimm (2015) | |||||
 |
|
4:00 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(LaToiya Williams)
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?) What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah) (Young Buck) Now even though I might trick a little I know you love the way I work the middle You look good in them high heels girl You're so hood, we in our lil' world Shoppin sprees overseas, you and me on a private flight Got a chance to be my wife if ya ass act right Gotta dance all night girl, you want that ice Everythang's on me, yeah, I'm that type Marble floors in these elevator doors Sixteen bedrooms and all of 'em yours Let's f**k all night, any position you like Thick coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it's no reception, low bars, it ain't on and I keep doin this cause you don't care Material girl that'll always be there, ya ain't goin nowhere (Chorus: LaToiya Williams) Time and time I try to leave But I just can't seem to leave yo' ass alone Don't know why I can't let you go And why I keep comin back for mo' I'm sayin this ? life is good Got me up out the hood, but I'm so confused And I don't know how much more of this disrespect I can take from youuuuu (Young Buck) And ya ain't goin nowhere, how I know because I told you so And all that cryin shit stop when I'm down below Shit, I'm on top when you hit that O Now get that O, that's what the f**k you came here fo' Now move that body all around like a professional Damn, shorty's so flexible We can do it on the highway, I'm talkin 'bout sex to go Now how the f**k we get to Mexico? Yeah I bought that house, but now you talkin 'bout leavin You don't wanna do that girl it's pleasin season Heard your girls told you I'm f**kin up and that you need to get even But all you need is me, you don't need them You know the game, maintain and do ya thang And tell them bitches worry 'bout they own man So when they start talkin like dat dere Tell them bitches get the f**k out your ear, cause you ain't goin nowhere (Chorus) (LaToiya Williams) What did you dooooooooooo? What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?) What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah) What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?) What did ya do to me? (To me, ha hah) (Young Buck) You keep tellin me I make you sick But on some real shit, quit bitch, you love this dick And even if she did leave because of the way I act It be's like that, f**k it she'll be right back You and I both know, if you and I both go our separate ways one thing's for sho' If you ever get the nerve to pack your shit and walk up out that do' You ain't never comin back no mo' She ain't goin nowhere (Chorus w/ ad libs) |
|||||
|
|
3:15 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat I'm in too deep, i can't say fuck the streets I need some sleep, the fiends still comin' Bush 'bout to blow this bitch up Better get money, dead bodys get picked up I'm david in teen's now Niggas we're digital, but they work triple beams now I'm livin' for me now, cuz i done went to war with the other side Lucky me, cuz the enemies mother and brother died Hot shot gun shell's and teflon chest plate's It's tatt'ed on my arm nigga, thugin' till my death day Ya'll niggas just wait, right after my court date It's gonna get grimey, like new york say Bitch niggas horse play, real niggas gon' spray Bang the fo', change clothes, and come back the same day Better holla mayday, cuz we comin' And we gunnin at any muthafucka want sumthin They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real I'm already dead, can't kill me nigga And even if i do die, I'm still gon' kill ya I'm unfamiliar with alot of these soldiers I go out in the road, and niggas think that it's over Runnin', the fiends all puttin too much soda on the d' You would think niggas know, cuz they older than me Been here longer than me, and still peace'n a ounce out How can ya' be a birdman, if you don't know how to count It's back to the black gloves, and home invasions Puttin' holes in a nigga, the size of a gold dayton No I'm not waitin on nothin, no more Eather you pay me what you owe me, or I'm cuttin ya throat Nigga ya baby momma know me, go and ask the hoe How i done tied her ass up over a bag of dope I'll be glad to go to the pen over revenge I'm comin' out the same way, a nigga went in They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real Boom!, G-unit!!!, we on some military shit nigga You better kill us all, cuz we commin' Muthafucka's! |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from JT The Bigga Figga, Juvenile - South West Bosses (2009) | |||||
|
|
3:48 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Hello? whats up, who is this? Yo nigga, this murda rich Whats up nigga? Whats up with you my nigga?, check this out Some shit done popped of right? Yeah I need you and 'tay to go handle it Aight I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga's fat Bring it back to me on a plate, that's whats up Aight I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits 'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits It's gon' cost, but we gon' get him gone, take his life away 2 a.k's, we gon' send him home This is how we livin' from the projects to the prisons So don't be to comfortible, bitch 'cuz you can be a victim Get 'em buck, hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up Should've duck'd, got killed, nigga wasn't quik enough Shit is real, i ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here with a full clip Now lemme show you niggas what you'll get (get 'em tay) They never seen a mad man, come and dump up on these fools Get the 4-5 cocked back, gunnin' at you dudes Black down, thuged out, and masked to match I'm not doin' it cuz theme pussy niggas, bastards cap Who want that? you want that, i don't think you do Like i gun the bloody down, shit, i gun you too I'm like 50, i don't care if its platinum or white gold Soon as i cock it back, gimme that ice hoe (yeeh) I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits 'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits [Phone Rings Again] Hello? Yo buck, murder rich nigga What's up nigga? Man, I'm tryin to see whats up with that business, nigga Hey man, we f'nd to bust this niggas head, im'a hit you back, aight? Hey there he go, he don't know that we behind him So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it? A bunch of niggas smokin weed, that got dope on it And we don't leave no evidence, or no finger prints Follow certain elements, cuz niggas goto jail for this They say I'm heaven sent, i think I'm hell bound Cuz I'm addicted to the way a 12 gauge sound I keep the dough in, swing the chopper and the pit-bull shit If he run, he ain't gettin one, get a clip full of it Thats for movin, must have been some confusion, when i came in Told you lay the fuck down, or else these bullets cave in Must thought i was playin, im'a let you know when i shoot that 4 How it go when a gangster roll, murder man, blood bath, what'd you take it for I ain't playin' games, ain't nuthing gon' ever change Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, muthafucka! I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits 'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits |
|||||
|
|
4:11 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee [50 Cent:] She see me by tha bar She watch me blow stacks Her man ain't a hustler Man he can't do that He got a 9 to 5 Used to pump packs Got knocked once And he neva came back I had her in my bentley I had her in tha lac We do it like tha dogs do Rite in the back I give that xxx a smack N she like it like that Get deeper n deeper in tha kitty cat [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee (Tony Yayo) She ova hea with me He tryna call her ova there She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... She drop it down to tha flo' I'm like Shawty u Can go She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... Shawty With me Cherry M3 Ps up in tha Red shwaty gimme head... Ahhha... ahhhahhhahhhh [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee [Lloyd Banks:] If u hearin I f**ked yo girl I prolly did Had her butt naked making breakfast in tha crib If u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u woodnt wan her no more Left xxx in her jaw... unh 1 nutt 2 nutt 3 nutts 4 5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more Have it how u want I rather have it hardcore Ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor [Young Buck:] Nigga that's my bitch I don't wanna hear shit She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... U can't do it like this Nigga you are not rich Tell her; F**K THAT NIGGA... Dope Boy with my top droped Got ya baby mama hot Beggin me to stop but I'm a rock star Look wat I got for her sum dirty south nutts In her dirty south mouth she a dirty south slut... WAT? !? [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee |
|||||
|
|
4:11 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee [50 Cent:] She see me by tha bar She watch me blow stacks Her man ain't a hustler Man he can't do that He got a 9 to 5 Used to pump packs Got knocked once And he neva came back I had her in my bentley I had her in tha lac We do it like tha dogs do Rite in the back I give that xxx a smack N she like it like that Get deeper n deeper in tha kitty cat [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee (Tony Yayo) She ova hea with me He tryna call her ova there She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... She drop it down to tha flo' I'm like Shawty u Can go She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... Shawty With me Cherry M3 Ps up in tha Red shwaty gimme head... Ahhha... ahhhahhhahhhh [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee [Lloyd Banks:] If u hearin I f**ked yo girl I prolly did Had her butt naked making breakfast in tha crib If u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u woodnt wan her no more Left xxx in her jaw... unh 1 nutt 2 nutt 3 nutts 4 5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more Have it how u want I rather have it hardcore Ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor [Young Buck:] Nigga that's my bitch I don't wanna hear shit She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... U can't do it like this Nigga you are not rich Tell her; F**K THAT NIGGA... Dope Boy with my top droped Got ya baby mama hot Beggin me to stop but I'm a rock star Look wat I got for her sum dirty south nutts In her dirty south mouth she a dirty south slut... WAT? !? [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - G Unit - Stunt 101 [single] (2003)
Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent) I teach you how to stunt My wrist stay rocked My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz I teach you how to stunt You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz I teach you how to stunt My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn I teach you how to stunt I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn (Verse 1)(50 Cent) 7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz 24 inches, Giovanni rimz All one, one wheel, when I want one of them Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga (Chorus) (Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks) I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin, but the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one. On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah I'm fairly new but I demand some respect cause i already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers Already figured out what to do with all my features decorate the basement, full of street sweepers. When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us, We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt! (Chorus) (Verse 3)(Young Buck) The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors let up on a car before Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go (Chorus) |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from G-Unit - G Unit - Stunt 101 [single] (2003) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - G Unit - Stunt 101 [single] (2003)
Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent) I teach you how to stunt My wrist stay rocked My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz I teach you how to stunt You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz I teach you how to stunt My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn I teach you how to stunt I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn (Verse 1)(50 Cent) 7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz 24 inches, Giovanni rimz All one, one wheel, when I want one of them Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga (Chorus) (Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks) I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin, but the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one. On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah I'm fairly new but I demand some respect cause i already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers Already figured out what to do with all my features decorate the basement, full of street sweepers. When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us, We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt! (Chorus) (Verse 3)(Young Buck) The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors let up on a car before Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go (Chorus) |
|||||
|
|
3:52 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent] I'll teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz I'll teach you how to stunt Nigga you can't see me My bently GT got smoke-gray tints I'll teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man I'll teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven series BM, Six series benz Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims All on one wheel when I'm on one of them Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold As long as the VS bling, look at that light show In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin But the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers I already figured out what to do with all my features Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT [Chorus] [Young Buc] Chain so icy, you don't have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed is the numbers on the range I bought me an old school and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is getting old The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors lift up on a car before Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go [Chorus] |
|||||
 |
|
4:19 |
|
||
|
from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
(feat. Young Buck)
[Trick Daddy:] Our father who art in heaven Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone (would've been done) If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man) [Verse 1: Trick] In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by dope boys and robbers I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools I used to take my motherfucking tool to school [Chorus: Trick] See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up) [Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing I slip a another clip into my A.K. Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae See the Chevy got a stash spot I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone So we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick] My blood line is a level above the thug line And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic I travel through time with a military mind Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) Before my niggaz get to steppin Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians Rebellion on your ass For the shit you did to us in the past See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends It took you fifteen years to close the ave It's going to be twenty more before they close the ? Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at Now where my D Boy big gun toters at [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
4:19 |
|
||
|
from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
(feat. Young Buck)
[Trick Daddy:] Our father who art in heaven Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone (would've been done) If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man) [Verse 1: Trick] In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by dope boys and robbers I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools I used to take my motherfucking tool to school [Chorus: Trick] See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up) [Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing I slip a another clip into my A.K. Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae See the Chevy got a stash spot I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone So we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick] My blood line is a level above the thug line And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic I travel through time with a military mind Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) Before my niggaz get to steppin Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians Rebellion on your ass For the shit you did to us in the past See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends It took you fifteen years to close the ave It's going to be twenty more before they close the ? Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at Now where my D Boy big gun toters at [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
2:36 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o Crack rap, million dolla bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangsta But really ain't tho I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier No vaseline in the M-16 I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean And gotta body like I feed it creatine My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII My name is Yayo A crazy nigga he don't play tho I hitcha planters peanut with the .80 Al Qaeda expert merkin When all my niggas die They gon have 80 virgins I'm the 'Burb swervin Cause I'm drunk and I'm high With that glock and pump, that mac and .45 Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale Mini me niggas wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach Nigga it's Boo-Boo But you can call me 50 Fuck with me the police will have to get me 760 I-I ride I'm a rider Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon You shootin back, but u ain't hittin Shit I'm still standing When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man Yea, nigga I'm straight outta southside I'm back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit Stunt witcha mouth wide We move around militant We trained for some iller shit Southside |
|||||
|
|
2:36 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o Crack rap, million dolla bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangsta But really ain't tho I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier No vaseline in the M-16 I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean And gotta body like I feed it creatine My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII My name is Yayo A crazy nigga he don't play tho I hitcha planters peanut with the .80 Al Qaeda expert merkin When all my niggas die They gon have 80 virgins I'm the 'Burb swervin Cause I'm drunk and I'm high With that glock and pump, that mac and .45 Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale Mini me niggas wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach Nigga it's Boo-Boo But you can call me 50 Fuck with me the police will have to get me 760 I-I ride I'm a rider Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon You shootin back, but u ain't hittin Shit I'm still standing When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man Yea, nigga I'm straight outta southside I'm back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit Stunt witcha mouth wide We move around militant We trained for some iller shit Southside |
|||||
|
|
4:44 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Uh ohhhhh, Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris Dirty south, yeahhh I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off I'm caddillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's T.V's playin, rim's spinin, blowin' plenty dro Don't have to mention, when you pimpin, you get plenty hoes It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or you gon' get yo' dough I know i got these haters mad, i can love that When you got love for the streets, they give ya' love back Look in my eyes, you can tell i ain't never scared Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin my chain anywhere If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin on? Security better back up, when they play this song And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong My click of gorilla's, they got they G-unit's on All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthing C'mon take it outside, lemme see sumthin Wha-wha-wha-what now? Don't get bu-bu-bu-buck'd down Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Aye, a 100 karots on the chest, I'm so true to this Task force got my vest, i got a new bitch Fans hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit A million dollars at a time, till im super rich Pimp squad, G-unit, fuck who you get Ask your neice's and nephew's, I'm the shit Real niggas see the diffrence between you and this Me gettin beat down?, thats Ludacris My name rang from the streets, and slang in my caddyville Nigga are you gettin it rodney dangerfield? No respect, im'a bet, you can bet that I caught some cases, but it's just a minor set back And if i have to do some time, ill be right back With some thighs, and some tri's and a six pack We hit the door, watch all the pussy nigga get back They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk It's chopper's hit ya ass, you'll with ya got your ass stomp'd I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Muthafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the lachness My rhymes is nappy rooted, sum verces gotta process The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin' If i say it, i've eather done it, or it's 'bout to happen When i pull up in the louis truck on 26's, people dumb out If lifes a crack game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out These rapper's think I'm ig-nent, love sayin' my name Cuz maintainin my fish tank, and they house, cost the same Ask me, i'd say i made it, and it sure wasn't luck Cuz hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than buck You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenupt So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin my cut My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence I'm masterin this program, hazin' these undergraduates So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings Cuz you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions Nobodys thinkin' about you, plus your beats ain't legit So please stay off the T.I.P. of my dick I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Starlito - Introversion (2015) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from JT The Bigga Figga, Juvenile - South West Bosses (2009) | |||||
 |
|
3:52 |
|
||
| from Three 6 Mafia - Stay Fly (4 Pack) [single] (2005) | |||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
| from Three 6 Mafia - Stay Fly (4 Pack) [single] (2005) | |||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
| from Three 6 Mafia - Stay Fly (4 Pack) [single] (2005) | |||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
| from Three 6 Mafia - Stay Fly (4 Pack) [single] (2005) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Lil' Flip - Lil Flip Presents/ Clover G'S (2005) | |||||
|
|
3:38 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y'know, somethin epic Lloyd Banks, you know Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't ..Wanna see you smile baby ... Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile I wanna be the reason you smi-ile I wanna be the reason you smile After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes [Lloyd Banks] I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge From the conversations we have and the way it ends You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz It all depends, maybe if we make amends We can start from scratch Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact We plan to be platonic but the hearts in tact So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back You're amazing in the sack Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black God Bless whoever gave you all of that If you seen her from the back You'd understand why dis feel like that And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows Her pussy good enough to miss award shows And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes Up and down [Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)] Whenever I'm not around , and you feelin down Let the thought of me be (be the reason you smile) I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown I wanna bring you joy and be (be the reason you smile) Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down I provide by any means to be (be the reason you smile) We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while I'm just happy I'm around to be (the reason you smile) [Lloyd Banks] The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful What about the half of this shit I done did to you Violated and tip toed into a crib or two I've come clean to be a bigger individual Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz when you tease 'em with your physical She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left Wild drama, section 8 princess My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed Cause it's hard to communicate Cause she don't speak no ingles I been around the world from state to state But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on Cause I'm leavin in a hour flat, really dont matter, shes mad Even when I holla back All I really need your attention for a while And, I bet you I can make you smile [Chorus - 2X] |
|||||
|
|
3:43 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Young Buck)
Heyyyy! I gotta slow down I said we gotta slow down Let me take you back to high school, ninety-fo' When at least when a nigga had time to go Walk to the bus stop, sellin rocks on the way Lil' bad motherf**ker with a pocket full of yay Fell in love with a shorty that was bad I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass But she was too fast, and I was too slow Cause she wanted a nigga who already had dough She found her a man who was like twenty-fo' But what she didn't know that he had plenty hoes She was too young; so now he got a new one Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun See when she catch this nigga she gon' do somethin Not fight, but shorty gon' shoot somethin But she never got a chance, to change her plans Shot herself in the back puttin the gun in her pants (Chorus: Young Buck) Live life young nigga, quit tryin to be grown You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone So slow your roll - slow it down my nigga Slow your roll - slow down my nigga Live life lil' mama, quit tryin to be grown You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone So slow your roll - c'mon gotta slow down Slow your roll - think you gotta slow down (Young Buck) I got a graveyard tatted on my arm So I'ma just start with my uncle William Hahn My momma only brother, he served in the Navy He lost his life because the war made him crazy My nephew Shannen, 15 years old When I think how he died I get real cold Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones There was no flesh, it was just bones I was just home, with my cousin Craig And then I got a phone call said they found him dead So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral yet Instead of one casket I need two of them shits It don't quit, just when you think I'm seein better days My auntie just find that she got AIDS And it's f**ked up, cause her life don't end And she locked up, so she dyin in the pen', damn (Chorus) (Chester Bennington) This can't be life, we're living Cause I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no morrrrrre This can't be life, we're living Cause I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no morrrrrre This can't be life we're living Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre, no morrrrrre This can't be life we're living Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre No mooooooo-orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre (Chorus) (Chester Bennington harmonizes to the end) |
|||||
 |
|
4:10 |
|
||
|
from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep don't fall 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga Pictures of plenty Sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi Automatic kill for pennies Approach for contact Cause I'm live I multiply Soon as I open fire Niggaz die with open eyes Scared to take a nap It's a trap A long maze Dreaming of getting stacks Making scratch the wrong way What song says We murder mother fucker's daily Black out Blow the the track out My lyrics never fail me I inhale strong weed Then release the stress Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west Like Yay Yo Niggaz pull out When I say so Commence to poppin' Mother fuckers copy and fail Efficiently I release and flee The art of war living sucka free Get with me Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep I'm starin' thru my rear view Doin' 'bout 90 The petal to the metal So I can see what's behind me Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go They close down the projects the clubs been closed And then they wonder why niggaz breakin down o's I'm a run away slave Ya get it nigga off the chain I got that thug life shit runnin' thru my viens And now they scare They know that I been heaven sent And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president But look at us We ain't got shit to lose Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home This is the land of the free But to me that's wrong I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat So don't fall asleep Come on niggaz Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper 62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust So I just stop listenin' and now my cash is up Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough yep I got a couple problems and none of 'em is money Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just ain't as buddy In meetings they always askin' what my passion is money talks so I always have words to answer this I can't relax cause its like I'm a fetti activist Might see me on tv never a mattress Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Sleep banger Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007) | |||||
|
|
4:21 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me Oh you aint never been to the dirty, dirty before? Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me C'mon ride with Young Buck Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me My 24's spinnin', the sticker's still on 'em The same ol' hoes, but a nigga still want 'em I'm parkin lot pimpin' on another nigga woman She pullin up her skirt, tryin show a nigga sumthin Ya' car cloudy, my niggas all rowdy This heinesy got a nigga drowsy, I'm outty Now where them hoes at, look I'm tryin to take you home So what'cha got ya girlfriends, bitch bring 'em on Hoe I'm tryin to break a bone, when i get in them draw's To the window, to the muthafuckin walls What a nigga don't know wont hurt him' If ya' got a old man, bitch i ain't worried And i got plenty room if ya think you wanna roll See this is what they make caddillac trucks for Let's go to a place you ain't never been, down in the country I bet ya, i have ya sayin' ya love me Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me She ain't got a brain, the liquor got right It's aight, cuz, you can be my wife, but only for tonight Get ya ass on this bike, i can show you im'a ryder The 600 coupe, with the old school wires Geovanni rims, with perely's on the tires They said 22's wouldn't fit, but they liers We can take a trip to the hood and back Then go and get a room, how hood is that? What'cha waitin' on shorty? this the chance of your life What i mean what i see in them jeans, i like You don't know what your missin', just quit talkin and listen See I'm just holdin up traffic, I'm just right here sittin' Think about it 'for i bounce, and you holla, I'm wrong And ya' see your best friend, in this impala, ridin' on chrome If your ballin in your money long, you can relate But all them broke ass niggas gon' hate Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me You can bounce if you want to, freak if you want to G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy What you gon' do? Buck if you 'bout that, i can make 'em bounce back G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy Where the south at? Bounce if you want to, freak if you want to G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy What you gon' do? Buck if you 'bout that, i can make 'em bounce back G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy Where the south at? Wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Thug Therapy - Thug Therapy (2012) | |||||
|
|
3:40 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Young Buck)
I'm Sick And Tired of These Same ol' Broke Bitches No Job All They Wanna Do Is Smoke Swishes Get Some Money Hoe Why You Wanna Watch Mine Ain't No Tellin' What I'm Gon' Be Drivin Next Time Seven Figga Nigga We Don't Buy The Bar No Mo Pull Up The Paper Work Tell The Owner He Can Go Walk Like a Pimp Bitch Talk Like a Soldier I Got New York Niggas Candy Paintin Up They Rovers It Say 200 But It Go a Little Over Not The Corvette The Ferrari Testarossa We Can Bet On Any Point On The Dice Pick Em Up Shake Em Twice Get Em Girl Look I'm Nice I'm So Clean With My G-Unit Kicks On I Might Be Goin' In When Pimp C Get Home If You Don't Like Me Say It to My Face Just Because I Caught a Case Don't Mean You Can't Be Erased It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face (Bun B) You Can Go Anywhere Cross The US From North To The South East Mid To The West Walk Up In The Hardest Hood Ask a Nigga Bout Me They Gon Tell Ya Bun B Is Straight Mothaf**kin' G' A Gangsta From His Toes To The Top Of His Fitted Trillest Nigga In The Flesh You Can't F**k Wit' It Got The German Hand Guns They Shoot 2 2 3 Bust Thru Ya Condo n Rip Open Ya Knees My Nigga Please You Don't Want It Save Your Breath By Yourself Imma Ride Till Ain't No Enemy Is Left When The Middle Finger Niggas Hit Your Block Like Insurgents There's No Deterrents from us Cleanin' Your Clock Like Detergent Buck They Don't Think I Am, Nigga Please Why This Pimp I Bet They Die Before They Reach Their First Mothaf**kin' Sale I Rep Them Underground Kings F**k Boy Pimp And Bun If It's Action That You Wan't Mah Nigga Come Get You Some It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face (MJG) They Call Me M Dot MJG I Mean That I'm Packin' Some Weight And They Ain't Talkin Bout Trill Jeans Them Niggas They Like To Talk Shit In They Uniform Guess What Them Niggas Still Phoney As The Unicorn And I'll Be Damned If I Run You Bust Tho They Ran Outta Guns Man U So Dumb You Faker Than A Bitch Snitchen On The Track I'm About To Pull a Bun And Bust A F**kin' Cap (8 Ball) All Ball Do Is Smoke Weed And Get Bad Bitches And If Ya'll Mad At Me For That Then Ya'll Niggas Some Bitches Undercover Groupie Niggas Want Them Stop And Plead For The Last Time I Don't Smoke Regular Weed It Don't Matter Where We At Man We Firin It Up Security Don't Stop The Weed Man From Findin' Us Industry Dick Suckas Keep Runnin Ya Mouth And Imma Give Ya Motherf**kas Something To Talk About It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face |
|||||
|
|
3:01 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline It only take one time, for you to send a death threat And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat You ain't met me yet I been camoflauged in the bushes And I'm co-signing Fifty, 'cause them niggas all pussies Bustin' shots at ya convoy You don't want war No surrender, no retreat this is Vietnam boy Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades You won't make it to the general, without getting sprayed Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men You continue troops and get 'em all blowed back Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what! General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you Look nigga, I suggest you go home 'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher Stand alone, provide my own supper Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I'm gon' fuck her Don't tryta pick up for them lames around you You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown Got niggas running like the KKK's around My album's coming, a new year's approaching My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach 'em There's a very fine line between a pool and the ocean Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where they make head bounce And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce These niggas really want war, 'cause if so Get on your vest, 'cause all you gotta do is say that General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you |
|||||
|
|
2:49 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent - Chorus]
I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head [50 Cent - Verse 1] I'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on' The choir at your funeral singin' for so long The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots The more paper the more strength we gone get it The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin' Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip [Young Buck - Verse 2] Nigga its G-Unit Fuck ya clique, like sifiless bitch you stuck with this Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine Even If 50 dropped me I still wouldn't sign Either lost 'yo mind, or pumped 'yo head Tryna stop my shine, but I got bread And I ain't got time, to hear what they said When I catch them cowards Im'a bust they head [50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga trip i'll come for your head [Lloyd Banks - Verse 3] Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw Big ass cheque, they show I score Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer of war Im hot, five hundred degrees or more My door'll block an M16 or more Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before Black card swiping, green galore [Tony Yayo - Verse 4] Yeah yeah.. I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin' The FEDS keep comin', the money we buryin' Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip [50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head |
|||||
|
|
2:49 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent - Chorus]
I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head [50 Cent - Verse 1] I'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on' The choir at your funeral singin' for so long The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots The more paper the more strength we gone get it The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin' Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip [Young Buck - Verse 2] Nigga its G-Unit Fuck ya clique, like sifiless bitch you stuck with this Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine Even If 50 dropped me I still wouldn't sign Either lost 'yo mind, or pumped 'yo head Tryna stop my shine, but I got bread And I ain't got time, to hear what they said When I catch them cowards Im'a bust they head [50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga trip i'll come for your head [Lloyd Banks - Verse 3] Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw Big ass cheque, they show I score Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer of war Im hot, five hundred degrees or more My door'll block an M16 or more Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before Black card swiping, green galore [Tony Yayo - Verse 4] Yeah yeah.. I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin' The FEDS keep comin', the money we buryin' Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip [50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head |
|||||
 |
|
4:12 |
|
||
|
from Joe - And Then (2004)
[Joe]
Everybody say ride wit u, ride wit u, yea its [50 Cent] 50 cent, yea and lloyd banks, yea, and young Buck, yea, and joe. G-Unit! [Lloyd Banks] Baby were gonna rock 'n' roll, with joe to the cover we'll still hit the blocks and i'm sold with you can you picture, me and you none of your friends, no crew we gonna do whatever you wanna do i'll take ya mind off whatever you goin through just sit back and relax to the sound of the sax i'm hood but that dont mean i ride around with the rats i work and make ya lose a couple pounds in the sack [Joe] Look at what we got right here such a work of art someone i'll give my heart to any thing, its what i'll do just so that she would be mine, i give her all my time, every part of me my mind, soul, and my body what's up? [Chorus] Ride with ya, ride with ya, i wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, i wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya, i wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, i wanna ride [Joe] The type that just dont care if its you i want im gon' come and get you and see whats really good with you please believe i'll take you there but first lets see if your intellectual matches up with your physical baby [Chorus] [Young Buck] Come on and ride with a thug we can do what you like a baller baby you see the blue in my ice drop the top and let your hair blow back them j.lo jeans girl that ass so fat Buck know just what to do with all that chest to chest so ill hit it from the back i do it like a pro, wont nobody kno lets pop some more ride and listen to joe [Joe x2] I just want to let u kno that, that ooo your so beautiful (your so beautiful) and that Nothings impossible the places that we can go (we can go anywhere baby) [Chorus x2] [Joe x2] I just want to let you know that, that ooo your so beautiful (your so beautiful) and that Nothings impossible the places that we can go (we can go anywhere baby) [Chorus x2] |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Joe - And Then... (2005)
[Joe]
Everybody say ride wit u, ride wit u, yea its [50 Cent] 50 cent, yea and lloyd banks, yea, and young Buck, yea, and joe. G-Unit! [Lloyd Banks] Baby were gonna rock 'n' roll, with joe to the cover we'll still hit the blocks and i'm sold with you can you picture, me and you none of your friends, no crew we gonna do whatever you wanna do i'll take ya mind off whatever you goin through just sit back and relax to the sound of the sax i'm hood but that dont mean i ride around with the rats i work and make ya lose a couple pounds in the sack [Joe] Look at what we got right here such a work of art someone i'll give my heart to any thing, its what i'll do just so that she would be mine, i give her all my time, every part of me my mind, soul, and my body what's up? [Chorus] Ride with ya, ride with ya, i wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, i wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya, i wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, i wanna ride [Joe] The type that just dont care if its you i want im gon' come and get you and see whats really good with you please believe i'll take you there but first lets see if your intellectual matches up with your physical baby [Chorus] [Young Buck] Come on and ride with a thug we can do what you like a baller baby you see the blue in my ice drop the top and let your hair blow back them j.lo jeans girl that ass so fat Buck know just what to do with all that chest to chest so ill hit it from the back i do it like a pro, wont nobody kno lets pop some more ride and listen to joe [Joe x2] I just want to let u kno that, that ooo your so beautiful (your so beautiful) and that Nothings impossible the places that we can go (we can go anywhere baby) [Chorus x2] [Joe x2] I just want to let you know that, that ooo your so beautiful (your so beautiful) and that Nothings impossible the places that we can go (we can go anywhere baby) [Chorus x2] |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from J-Reed - Joogin On Dat Wamu (2014) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007) | |||||
|
|
3:39 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV Ecstasy especially out the GT You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims Why say somethin about my name? Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes, ready or not Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone Keep it cocked - and ready to pop The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born Stop drop, or get lead in your knot I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome Here it comes - ready or not [Tony Yayo] Yeah, yeah My little shooter's 16 from the projects Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant You? You live life like a barbaric peasant Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet Fuck the pigs on the street They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers Get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz You die if it's rated R If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle Of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto These rappers ain't kings, they pawns And got dust bunnies on they guns [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I think God spent a lil' extra time on me Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes Givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
3:39 |
|
||
|
from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV Ecstasy especially out the GT You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims Why say somethin about my name? Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes, ready or not Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone Keep it cocked - and ready to pop The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born Stop drop, or get lead in your knot I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome Here it comes - ready or not [Tony Yayo] Yeah, yeah My little shooter's 16 from the projects Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant You? You live life like a barbaric peasant Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet Fuck the pigs on the street They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers Get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz You die if it's rated R If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle Of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto These rappers ain't kings, they pawns And got dust bunnies on they guns [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I think God spent a lil' extra time on me Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes Givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
3:55 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Intro)
(It's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way (Betta move, it's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way You betta move 50 feet shawti (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh) Git out my way, we ballin' like Ayye! I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Verse 1) Ain't no body goin' broke, err' body sellin' dope Err' body gittin' money, it's some niggas tellin' no We ain' talkin' on the phone, I don't know ya, I ain't servin ya No body neva heard-a ya, you f**kin' wit' some murderas Look at my wrist, look at my bitch She hold daddy down, help a nigga git rich (Yeah!) This patron got me hot, the Phantom in the 'lot See this pill kickin' in, and I'm standin' wit' my glock In this bitch like move (Yuh!), I need some elbow room Got me spillin' liquer why the club close so soon Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+ Gimme a light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now) (Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Verse 2) Cup fun of Hennesey, my niggas call it Gasoline Pussy niggas fill up, and say shit they don't mean Stuntin' wit'cha real money, dat'll git'chu killed See probly wann' this paper, my baby needs some milk Bitch we built this city, the dope boi committee I still got the nerves to saddle up, and come and git it A product of the projects, my momma's only son Made my 1st million dollas, and a new drama would come Didn't run from it (Yuh!), I ran to it (Yuh!) I'm not playin' bout The Unit, and my fans knew it Now make a lane for me, 'cause I deserve this I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!) Ha-ha (Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Hook) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!) (Verse 3) Got a blunt of green sticky, and my A.K. wit' me If a mothaf**ka hit me, I'ma knock his head off! I ain't scared of non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law (Whudd!) Put'cha trigga fingas up, if you will knock they head off! Push-a-weight, all thru the state It's like I speed up, when they tell me "Pump my brakes!" (Aye!) If I told chu what I make err' time I flip a kii You would prolly try to take the same trip dat I take, but'chu can't (Ayye) (Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Aye, Let's Goo.. |
|||||
|
|
4:40 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
Intro:
I Need Err'body! To Put The Lighters In The Air! Light It Up! Chorus: We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 Now Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang Verse: Candy Painted, 26's, My Chevy Clean I Crack My Window, So I Can Air Out That Sticky Green Bangin' That Ol' School, I'm In A Ol' School I Blow My Horn Back, Even Tho I Don't Kno You Coastin' Smokin' Wit The Sun Roof Open Me and Spider Loc'n Hennessey and High Dro, Niggas Kno How I Roll That's Why When Ya See Me On T.V. It Look Like My Eyes Close Let's Go Chorus: We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang Verse: Crumple Up The Kush, Let's Paint This Picture Purple And Shawty Watch Out How You Be Hittin' That, That Shit'll Hurt You We Gotta Puff, Puff Pass, The Blunt Must Last I Put In My Half, So Don't Touch My Grass The Weed Man Love Me, He Don't Never Charge Me I Shot The Sheriff, Like The Legend Bob Marley Lighters In The Air, I Brought Enough To Share I Gotta Question For Ya, Who The Tightest Up In Here Chorus: We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang Verse: Now Okay If God Made Pot, and Man Made Piff Then Who The F**k You People Trustin' Up In Here See I Smoke One When I Wake Up, I Smoke To Go To Sleep All The True Weed Smokers, They Gotta Smoke Before They Eat Just Stay Focused, And We Gon Smoke This Yea We Got Pounds, But We Still Hit The Roaches Put It In The Air, Remember That I Brought Enough To Share I Gotta Question For Ya, Who The Tightest Up In Here Chorus We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang Bridge: It's On (It's On) (It's On) (It's On) (It's On) (It's On) Gimme That Kush Man Woah Oh Oh (Woah Oh Oh) (Woah Oh Oh) Hey! Give Me That Fiy-A (Fiy-AAA) (Fiy-AAAAAA) Hey! Gimme That Woah Gimme (Gimme) (Gimme) (Gimme) (Gimme) Burnnin' (Burnnin') (Burnnin') Chorus We Bout To Get Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'body Puff, Puff Pass x 4 We Gotten Err'thang |
|||||
|
|
4:21 |
|
||
|
from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Why? These niggas want me dead Betta' watch yo step Puttin' prices on my head Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit But i ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang These niggas want me dead Betta' watch yo step Puttin' prices on my head Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit But i ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang Some say i'm crazy for signin with 50 cent Them same niggas wouldn't offer to give me shit Niggas hate you when you rich, but love when you broke I never knew i had so many enemies before My arm's is open to anyone who want beef I promise ya'll i won't sleep, till ya'll layin 6 ft. G-Unit that's what it is, that's what it's gon' be Benzino or the source can't hold me I been heavensent to put a end to this nonsence The handle of this 4-5'll make him unconscious Most of these rappers, throw bricks, and hide they head Come to our shows, then hide behind they man, they homie I understand i'm a target, i'm on top But understand if you start it, i'm gon' pop I'm not and artist, buck is a street pharmast One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless [Young Buck] Why? These niggas want me dead {D-Tay} Betta' watch yo step [Young Buck] Puttin' prices on my head {D-Tay} Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit [Young Buck] But i ain't gonna change {D-Tay} I don't play that shit [Young Buck] G-Uni do ya' thang [Young Buck] These niggas want me dead {D-Tay} Betta' watch yo step [Young Buck] Puttin' prices on my head {D-Tay} Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit [Young Buck] But i ain't gonna change {D-Tay} I don't play that shit [Young Buck] G-Unit do ya' thang My eyes low, hydro leakin' out that tahoe I know G-Unit's them niggas im'a ride fo' Nah hoe, i ain't stuntin', nuthing that these niggas say Fuck the rap, i can get ya' monkey ass good today Ain't nobody picked me up, when i was pinned down I'm double checkin, 'for i leave outta my crib now Holdin that 40 on me, sunk in the seat Cuz niggas feel comfortable when they get in drunk with the heat I'm ridin' while ya dirty, cuz they gunnin for my top I ain't duckin and dodgin, i'm only runnin from the cops Spendin' grand by the grand by hundred on my watch Just got another buddy, and it holds a 100 shots I never had a role model, cuz he was in a box So i'm up in the club with eather, a heater or a house Everyday there's another nigga bleedin on the block But we ridin' with them burners on, even when it's hot Why? These niggas want me dead {D-Tay} Betta' watch yo step [Young Buck] Puttin' prices on my head {D-Tay} Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit [Young Buck] But i ain't gonna change {D-Tay} I don't play that shit [Young Buck] G-Unit do ya' thang [Young Buck] These niggas want me dead {D-Tay} Betta' watch yo step [Young Buck] Puttin' prices on my head {D-Tay} Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit [Young Buck] But i ain't gonna change {D-Tay} I don't play that shit [Young Buck] G-Unit do ya' thang [Young Buck] You see these niggas get out the pen, and think it's good Go get a pack, and come right back, to the same hood They think these young niggas gonna post up, and let 'em get it Ain't been home but 6 months, and got his wig splitted Comitted to the block, fuck these niggas, fuck the cops Fuck these bitches, fuck ya' chain, fuck ya' car, fuck ya' watch Ride and i die for mine, pop's, and i hide the nine Wwerving over these white lines, wonderin from the one time Thug and i know i am, bird from a half a gram Broke, so i sold dope, and i'd do it again Don't blame that nigga for runnin up in my house, fool Ain't no food in my daughter mouth, i'm goin out too Just think about what your doin, cuz buddy, bullets burn May god bless his ass, that was that nigga's turn I'm not concerned with your death threats You come down here with that shit, and get left wet Muthafucka Why? These niggas want me dead Betta' watch yo step Puttin' prices on my head Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit But i ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang These niggas want me dead Betta' watch yo step Puttin' prices on my head Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit But i ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
4:01 |
|
||
|
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" |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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!! |
|||||
|
|
3:46 |
|
||
|
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) |
|||||
|
|
3:21 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
3:21 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
3:30 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
3:30 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007) | |||||
|
|
3:54 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
3:54 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
3:45 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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!! |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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) |
|||||
|
|
4:12 |
|
||
|
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!! |
|||||
 |
|
3:23 |
|
||
|
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) |
|||||
|
|
6:54 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
4:26 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007) | |||||
|
|
3:44 |
|
||
|
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! |
|||||
 |
|
3:45 |
|
||
| from Young Buck - Let Me In [Explicit Version] [single] (2004) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
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! |
|||||
|
|
3:06 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
3:06 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
4:03 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
3:49 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
3:49 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from JT The Bigga Figga - Boss Life 2 (2008) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005) | |||||
|
|
2:25 |
|
||
|
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) |
|||||
|
|
3:37 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
 |
|
3:56 |
|
||
| from 50 Cent - Window Shopper [single] (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
|
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!!!! |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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 ... |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from The Game - Who Got Game/ The Mixtape (2005) | |||||
 |
|
3:58 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
3:53 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
3:53 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
4:46 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
4:35 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
4:35 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
