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from G-Unit - G Unit - Stunt 101 [single] (2003)
Woo wooo
Haha G unit! We got those semi automatics And we got them revolvers We those niggaz that you should get at If you got a problem When those hollow tips hit 'em Man that should solve 'em We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale Got that 9mm got that 10mm Got that little duece duece and they all for sale Got that old trey pound Got that new fore pound Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale [Verse One] I'm the reason those things in my hood go BANG I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave 16 gage in case these niggaz wanna get crazy When a sawed off Hit your body parts they fall off You get hit in the leg Man you can't even crawl off When that AK switch that automatic to spray Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray I got silences and scoops Military issue pistols holla at me Whatever you need homie I can get you Nickname rubber grips hollow tips extra clips You dont want your shit to jam Better buy a cleaning kit Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest You pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess Mac 11 mac 10 time for some action Dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggaz act then Got guns and ammo they all for sale Clips included you're responsible for your bail We got those semi automatics And we got those revolvers We that niggaz that you should get at If you got a problem When those hollow tips hit 'em Man that should solve 'em We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale Got that 9mm got that 10mm Got that little duece duece and they all for sale Got that old trey pound Got that new fore pound Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale G stand for GANGSTER UNIT stand for U Niggaz in trouble Better lock and load on the double G Unit!! [Verse Two] Fresh out the box 40 cali glock, calico 20 shot Streetsweepers clear the block Im that n*gga n*ggaz call when those shots pop Take 'em to my grandmoms basement Show 'em what I got, look I got three 380s a tech and two m1's Ice came through on some shit and bought him one Them young boys from the projects crazy He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby Buck came through saying "50 show me some love" Sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub He gave me some bud I gave him a pound, gave me a hug Love, its love I take it back to the NWA days Fuck Jay my CD's raise the crime rate in the Troy state Got some rugers, some sigs, some colts My nigga for real. Holla at the kid for real We got those semi automatics And we got those revolvers We that niggaz that you should get at If you got a problem When those hollow tips hit 'em Man that should solve 'em We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale Got that 9mm got that 10mm Got that little duece duece and they all for sale Got that old trey pound Got that new fore pound Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale |
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from 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) |
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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) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(50 Cent)
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit! (Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent) Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need Now shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up Girl shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up (Chorus - 50 Cent) Baby you got Hips that hypnotize When you walk I can't help but watch you shake I love the way you shake (Baby you got) Hips that make a nigga fantasize I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got) Some kinda control on me Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got) My imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) It's something about your style, it's something about your smile It's something about you making me want you right now If you don't like me, then don't listen to me Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes I'm a professional when I become sexual You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty Come ride on my roller coaster Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin' Foreplay, you can have it your way I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game I have you saying "slow down baby" (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Young Buck) Baby it's hard to look and don't touch Girl the way you strut dressed in your Von Dutch I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body I'm parked outside in the blue Denali There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl You need a thug that can handle that One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh Don't hurt nobody baby When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy I done been around the world, and I finally found ya Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!) (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks) Baby you've got a hell of a first impression Making me wanna ask you a personal question Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?" Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok You got a body like Nicole ray, hey I need a drink, I'll be right back But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?" "Sure it does, now have some more" I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love You move like you work in a strip club (Chorus) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!
(Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent) Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need Now shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up Girl shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up (Chorus - 50 Cent) Baby you got Hips that hypnotize When you walk I can't help but watch you shake I love the way you shake (Baby you got) Hips that make a nigga fantasize I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got) Some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got) My imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) It's something about your style, it's something about your smile It's something about you making me want you right now If you don't like me, then don't listen to me Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes I'm a professional when I become sexual You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty Come ride on my roller coaster Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin' Foreplay, you can have it your way I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game I have you saying "slow down baby" (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Young Buck) Baby it's hard to look and don't touch Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body I'm parked outside in the blue Denali There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl You need a thug that can handle that One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh Don't hurt nobody baby When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy I done been around the world, and I finally found ya Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!) (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks) Baby you've got a hell of a first impression Making me wanna ask you a personal question Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?" Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey I need a drink, I'll be right back But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?" "Sure it does, now have some more" I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love You move like you work in a strip club (Chorus) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass [50 Cent] Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra You don't wanna bang wit the best I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin Eight outta eight on movin targets You run? You still dyin Check my resume, I am oh so loco Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco [Chorus - 50 cent] Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks [young buck] There once was some niggas that tried to murda me I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard A couple chest wounds0will make a nigga change his heart I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar Let's get it poppin' [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks These niggas tellin' out the blue So you hang em off the bridge At least they'll have to helicopter you The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown That's why them little niggas in the projects love me You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues I don't even freestyle for free I gave em a break, flew over seas But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga [Chorus] [Verse Two: Young Buck] Uhh, they never seen 26's on Hummer My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!) G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell Always in trouble, you can blame my mother Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak G-Unit! [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!) Don't take much to make my gun go off One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!) If you don't know you betta ask who I be Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me? From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit Same forty-cally glock, same full clip Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(Chorus)
Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga (get 'em Banks) (Lloyd Banks) You can't hold me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe papa wasn't around so i had to let my brother know, never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow, most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo, south side jamaica neighbour yeah thats where i come from, if you see a nigga with me then it's more than one gun, five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one, or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun, we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it, some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit, smiling all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick, but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich. (Chorus) Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga (Young Buck) Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga, Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga, Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there was a shootin', but they found no shells, New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails, I got love for them and i ain't even from there, Now bust a shot for them boys on the block, I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga, There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound, That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down, See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off, And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way, And come to find out this niggas softer than shawty, I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice, you can call me the don. We want tha eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyyyyin', ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryyyying, cause my niggas ain't goin'stop riiidin', so you gone (chorus) Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, Iput a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga (50) I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it, When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it, I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas, Front and i'll put ya brains on that curb fast nigga, I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit, Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch, Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit, Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me, I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled, I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles, You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times, Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind, It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust, First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black herse, We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam, View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man. (Chorus X2) Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
"Walk with meeeee..."
(Young Buck) Ay if you hear me out there "Walk with meeeee..." (Young Buck) I get down on my knees every night and say "Walk with meeeee..." (Young Buck) Hahahaha, yeah "Walk with meeeee..." (Young Buck) I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR! (Verse One: Young Buck) You never know when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street People act like they don't know who did it, but they notice me Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that But I'ma just step back, and focus on Buck Tired of ridin in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz (Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X) First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God don't walk with me, he carry me man (Verse Two: Young Buck) You don't know what I been through to get what I done got If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock When you holla G-Unit on some other shit You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza She's scratched my Beema, but I ain't seen-her When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows You know me nigga (Chorus) (Verse Three: Young Buck) Half of these kids never read the Bibles But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it (What?) Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin 'em know where I'm from Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin So when they see 'em snitch niggaz'll know who got 'em We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga (Chorus) (Young Buck) I know you prayin I get killed nigga He who fears death is in denial 50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz Banks! FREE YAYO! And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on I'M HERE NOW! |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(hook-50 cent)
(aahh, yeah, uh huh) aint it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feels like my emotions are froze (I stay g'd up) its the thangs i dun seen and the shit i been through that make my heart turn cold (i stay g'd up) im a gangsta you'll find out fa sho if u eva step on my toes (i stay g'd up) when im hangin out that window with that ak fillin yo punk ass wit holes (i stay g'd up) (1st verse, 50 cent) cocaine, heroine,ecstacy,marijuana im new on the grey hound from NY ta the carolinas paper chase different names same face dont catch a case my roll dawgs on paroll baby girls four years old we play the block pistol cocked you either shoot or get shot can you feel yo crack spot take everything yo ass got simi-automatic spay bust back or run away niggas talkin in the hood we'll handle 'em some other day in November we make my shit that u did you can catch on christmas ill send you a gift niggas ill come and leave yo ass twisted them hollow tip shells burn baby burn I seen niggas get murked they babies born then the world turns i seen it all crystal clear so i keep my pistol near hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware on whats goin on around me mutha fuckas want me dead i go with a smile on my face when its my time kid (hook 1x) (2nd verse, lloyd banks) Lord nigga i dun paid the way yall should thank 'em but if you think otherwise bring ya boy over here so i could spank him ill put an end to yo career bitch before you speak on 50 buy 40 and a spare clip these niggas gassed up gettin too used to rap like i wont give em more blood clots than supercat niggas'll snatch ya im like a back catcha nigga ill give ya a sign and then throw sumthin atcha 'round here niggas die off hydro and even when it aint 4th of july i sound like pyro we smart enough to creep and lay ya dumb brains down a pound will spin you around like the young james brown (yea) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy too rocks will hit you from a block away like a beat from dr. dre we're takin over this year the kings and the soldiaz is here everyone knows that ya scared (YEA) (hook 1x) Young Buck My poppa never bothered to show me what is was to be a man he'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram i would hop in my impala and ride all through the night they gave my home boy life so when you do it do it right my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two no other solution you think we're hollin and hootin until you wake up, and then you got to hear bout the shootins I take a pull from a loose one and put the clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im gon pull it and pop it and if theres beaf my nigga then letcha guns do ya talkin the graveyard, has got plenty of room for a coffin they say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate they say that we the reason why these young niggas buyin weight but im gon keep this glock on my waist till my dyin day its nothin but a G thang, g-unit and dr. dre (hook 1x) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit! Haha! [Young Buc] Vacate your home I come to break your bones Americas nightmare we at it again A desert eagle and a black mack 10 And never know what happened When we come through them cowards dont want none They screamin’ that they murderer’s but walkin' with no guns Come here nigga don’t wanna die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement These niggaz is talkin' thinkin security gunna save ‘em Nobody gon’ speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it" Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police The fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin' no sleep You betta get used to it you know how we do it Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. [Chorus] We got action where you don't Show up places where you won't G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit [50 Cent] Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco Betta than so so the games in the choke hold Diss me is a nono I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the gogo In L.A.they ride on lolo's G-Unit in the house, oh no You ain't ready it's heavy 65 chevy Old school rollin' im holdin' 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's Non-stop make it hot we on top regardless You could be the hardest We'll just be the smartest I warn you not to start us We're not your average artist's My bitch is like a goddess When paparazzi spot us Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip You can try any one of my shoes on none of ‘em fit Your hundreds are shorter I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer Condom packin' a bitch and I'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was I got expensive habits I can't afford it cuz G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise She's givin' up the buns on her cushion Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' And i'm leavin', on to the next city Stashbox in the bus so I can bring the techs with me I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older you niggas ain't gettin over G-U-NIT [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(50 Cent - Talking)
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown off nigga, you know? (Chorus 50 Cent x2) They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that (50 Cent) I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack But when I come through, shh... the talking stop My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit I'm marking my music like diesel on the block So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM! (Chorus 50 Cent) They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that (Young Buck) You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers! (Chorus 50 Cent) They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that (Lloyd Banks) Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps Begging niggas don't understand though Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft 'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, the danger they might have My niggas buying so much ammo If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT! (Chorus 50 Cent) They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(50 Cent)
Yeah, G-Unit, Haha. I've been so many places I've seen so many faces Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before I've been around the world I've met all kinds of girls Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour (Uh huh) (Getting paper things change) I'm rich bitch (You done heard of my name) 50 Cent bitch (I'm a P.I.M.P.) I'm a pimp bitch (You done heard of me) Cause I'm the shit ???? At first they didn't want they want me See a nigga gettin' paid they want push 'n pull me You see these ho's chasin' a nigga I have them in the hotel chasin a nigga 50 like a lolipop lick me baby Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady Oh! (Chorus) Groupie love, Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love When you see me in V.I.P. When ho's around me Man they give me that groupie love Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love Tonight you wanna fuck wit me It's alright wit me Come on and give me that groupie love. (Tono Yayo) Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick Listen young and old these ho's is loose Wintertime the staircase summertimes the roof Give me eight days in the eighth homie I'm straight Have a church girl on the bus moving weight I got birds backstage thats serious eye candy I've got birds in the hood so I'm into birds with bambi My writing methods got me more ho's than Tyson Meth The icy necklace on the tour butt ass naked When I say jump bitch say how high And flag down a car when the shit drive by I'm a pimp like pretty tone I got the info on pretty chrome Fuckin' ho's off fiddy's phone My name more weight you barley known You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barley grown (Yeah!) (Chorus) (50 Cent) G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-UNIT! (Lloyd Banks) Shorty ain't feeling me Shorty must like girls (like girls) Cause I'm all the man in your world Bitch I can make you famous You don't know what your missing I can change your mind if you listen If the bitch don't like me the bitch must not like men I say what I want because I can If I didn't I'd be a liar Remind me I'm on fire Come ride with a rider I travel so you might catch the king with a singer But touching my door bell is the only way I put a ring on your finger Give me a car rolling two cups and I'm in bedroom Fucking up your seats like the Coo Clucks Clan I shook hands with my fans to fuck em' And I'm always tryin' to duck em' So I can climb into somethin' My name is B-A-N-K-S dollar sign bitch I'm a bentley to make that switch Come and give me that. (Chorus) (tony yayo) Groupie love, I love that shit Hoooooooooooooo Groupies come and groupies go And they always at a show So I always grab me the tightest one And proceed to the slraight to the mall She so much tighter that she's here with me That she feel's she should pay a fee I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees Groupie love, yeah. Uh huh, groupie love, yeah. Uh huh, groupie love, yeah. |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(Intro)
*Sniff Sniff* You smell that? What's that? I smell pussy! (Is that you Irv?) I smell pussy! (Is that you Ja?) I smell pussy! (Is that you Black?) I smell pussy! (Is that you Tah?) (Verse One) Y'all niggas is pussy!!!!! I'm falling out nigga now watch me (watch me) Ain't nothing you can do to stop me (stop me) Y'all niggas get so emotional (emotional) You remind me of my bitch...HaHa It's not of my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe What she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her Quite of probation just make it harder for me to accept her as my own She tries to tie up my phone and I'm not at home she's thinking I'm not alone Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up But see it's hard to fuck wit somebody after she touches me Mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves That way I will never lose See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's You say I confuse you play little trick with your head Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed I'm not here to tease you mislead you with so your dreams I can't say I love you I don't know what that means I'M A PIMP!!!! (Chorus (twice)) Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy (Verse Two) When I first met her, I did anything to get her Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up But couldn't get off 'cause your baby would stay up She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison Sing-Sing is where he been in She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil Motor Bikes and grams of fish scale So 9 to 5 niggas was no frill Turning young niggas with principals to old men with debts And all the prank calls was death threats That bitch got the best sex all across the globe And the bitch head game was out of control (Chorus (twice)) (Verse Three) I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy I'm fuckin wit you I'm feeling your shape I'm feeling your eyes later on I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs Sweetheart you book smart and street-smart I knew you was my type from the very, very start I'm in to tongue kissing 4 play all day Mamma ain't home so the noise is okay ODB you know he like it the raw way Latex, safe sex ,no hickeys on the neck Now your learning The lords blesses make me wiser as the worlds turning My tongue touch the right spot I'll have your toes curling Whether we just kicking it or we sexing I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection So when niggas make mistakes I correct 'em and When niggas get out of line I check the man (Chorus) (50 Cent talking) Yeah........ don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv You wanna run around takin pictures like you Puff Daddy and the Family motherfucker With that bitch Charli Baltimore... Bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck Paint her hair red... Think she gon' sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit! Bitch... punk-ass motherfuckers All you motherfuckers get rolled on nigga Ain't no motherfucking, "leave her alone 'cause she a bitch" FUCK that nigga!! Fuck all of it!! But not you Ashanti baby You know how I feel about you baby Come on... come here girl... c'mon gimme some love girl Fuck Irv Gotti... you know how me and you do baby You know... they say I'm sexy now... HaHaHa Aye Irv your momma got a thing for me!!!! |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(50 Cent)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to "back down" Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' now He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down Eric had a jump shop but he's smoking crack now The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now And Sean runnin' round with his gat now Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin' And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince Their baby daddy's never come around they useless Everynow and then I come through on some new shit Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce. (Chorus: 50 Cent) I'm so hood, I can't help it I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me Cause I can't change it - can't rearrange it - I am what I am. So love me for being me. I'm so hood, I can't help it I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me Cause I can't change it - can't rearrange it - I am what I am. So love me for being me. (50 Cent) Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me So Owen every morning before school he sell dope Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap. Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine Til G put that gun in down that seat and said it wasn't mine (Chorus: 50 Cent) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[CHORUS]
I don’t know what you been thinking Don’t know what you been drinking But you get out of line boy I’ll lay your ass down [50 CENT] I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long I’m finna crip walk and put some mother fuckin khakis on Nah thats iight man I ain’t got nuttin to prove I’m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose Look man I don’t know what you been drinkin’ I don’t know what you been thinkin’ But you get out line and swoop hit you upside the head Media they right whatever they choose The cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news These other rap niggas couldn’t walk in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues They say my music make a gangster want to pop something Well tell them niggas they could pop this and stop frontin’ You heard a nigga do you know how I get down Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now Start some bullshit and imma lay punk ass down [YOUNG BUCK] Hating niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs My name Young Buck but I look like an old man Just cause I like ice don’t compare me to Lil Wayne I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs See Buck been shot but not more than 50 I don’t dance but I look like signing with Diddy I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin Bustin my hand I pay em about 160 Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips Crips and Bloods they show me love like I’m claiming the set These industry niggas know they better pay me my check I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers Ten people showed up that’s why your show got cancelled 50 whatever they did to kid is handled Niggas callin 4 these features but they get no answer Fuck yall niggaz! [LLOYD BANKS] Bitches know it’s a privilege If I stop to check her Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper And I don’t mean the soda The sixteen top shot loada I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga You fuckin with a soulja Selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folda So please keep talking so we could spread your feet Have you on your boulevard C walking The birds keep hawking Why? Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking from DC to Boston I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid The niggas that I be with got guns On the big body tip and if they pull out You guarding and shit You got me in a heavy gray picture Plus I light up trees like everyday is Christmas |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend [Lloyd Banks] Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on They ride with me when I'm past the mall Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball One sqeeze will make a bastard fall Gasp and crall You need a bulletproof vest mask and all Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?) Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome He even got closet space inside of my home He ain't never been broke he glitchless So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infared beam in the scope for distance The best company wouldn't proach in business He who ride with me to the end We all gotta friend And mine is a G-U-N. [Chorus: 50 Cent] My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can My finger tips sore for four hours I backround She meet him his destination hell or heaven Cause I only bring em out for that 187 He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me They came I ran I had to toss my othrt little homie Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend. [Chorus: 50 Cent] [Young Buc] We been through it all yet we both still livin' We been in a box but we both still spittin' And when there was beef you even played your position Got under the seat until we spotted our victim At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York And little did they know we was ready for war Bet that nigga wished he'd never stuck his head out the door See whenever you come out something happen on the block You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac People see you ain't run and you even say shit They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole When the first one get out the next one go To know where your headed you gotta know where you been The glock stay with me we friends till the end. [Chorus: 50 Cent] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs [Verse 1] (50 Cent) After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out. I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I’m confused, I like Megan, Monica, and Mya Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up I’m on now, god damn it I done came up Now you could find me with the finest hoes Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up [Chorus] (50 Cent) Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs [Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks) Slow down little nigga Don’t exceed your speed Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league I got connects so I don’t need no weed I’ve been in LA for a year now So I don’t see no seeds After I’m done you clappin’ the crew Hell yeah, I fuck fans Guess what your favorite rapper does too In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra She had my balls head first just like a soccer star You can only stand next to the man if you proper Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins [Chorus] (50 Cent) Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs [Verse 2] (Young Buck) Read the paper, look at the news We one the front page Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’ So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button G-Unit getting’ money I know some artists is starvin’ But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny I know you see me comin’ Cuz on the front of the Maybach It say payback for those who hated on me I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang You ain't no crip like snoop You ain't no blood like gang See I’ve been having beef I have my own bullet proof vest Most of my enemies dead I got about two left Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes You know how we roll Every where that we go It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles [Chorus] (50 Cent) Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them t" |
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from 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 |
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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] |
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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] |
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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. |
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from G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You [single] (2004)
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either dont eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be He might send for yall before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you dont need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need i shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a f**k! you can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole f**kin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E Hook x2
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from G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You [single] (2004)
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either dont eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be He might send for yall before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you dont need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need i shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a f**k! you can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole f**kin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E Hook x2
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from 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 |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Bang bang I shot you down, bang bang You hit the ground, bang bang That awefull sound, bang bang I used to shoot you down Don't nobody wanna die, but everybody wanna ball Somebody gotta go, when them killa's call You know it's in us all, you just gotta find it and use it You can get away with it, if you don't abuse it The streets talk, the beats mark, cuz that heat comin' And if they know that you did it, you better keep runnin' I think i see sumthin, there go my enemy Only lord knows where this nigga f'nd to be Tennakee, still the price is as real if you look it Might give it to you for 5, depend on if i took it Nigga anything goes, my shop never close From the nickels and the dimes to the whole kilo The real niggas feel me, the haters wanna kill me But I'm holdin' down my city, me and this 9 milli While your throwin' bricks, and hidin' ya heads Homie, i know where you hang Ain't no thang to walk up and let that chopper go .. Bang bang I shot you down, bang bang You hit the ground, bang bang That awefull sound, bang bang I used to shoot you down Now all the gangsta's pray Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me Just think if i ain't empty the clip, and he killed me Would i still be livin'?, would my homeboy's miss me? How many niggas bust they gun when they have to? Don't need no ski mask when it's time to get at you I'm glad you done seen what it look like when we left Brain fragments from shot-gun blasts'll take a nigga breathe It's death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery Poppa wasn't around, but that shit didn't bother me I'd probably be in the penitentary But i played the cards, the dead lord sent to me The whole truth, i use this booth to speak to my thug niggas Why you mad at me? the government's the drug dealers Before i let this police kid harass me This rookie ass cop gon' have to blast me He asked me for identification, i looked at him and laughed He made a move and i heard a blast Thats what you get, bitch Bang bang I shot you down, bang bang You hit the ground, bang bang That awefull sound, bang bang I used to shoot you down Now all the gangsta's pray Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me It's goin down around here nigga Get ya muthafuckin head bust Them muthafuckin street lights go out And them real niggas come out All the bitch niggas go in the house Just not a game, man Don't fuck around and lose your brain And hey, all my real niggas pray Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Walk through a nigga block, 2 glocks, 2 tecks, 2 2-3's Give a nigga what he really want, when bitch niggas don't want beef Bitch niggas don't know me, wait till a nigga get in range Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth, and live his life in pain We ain't even used to this, talk and where the gun shots at? Loose lips sank ships, ya'll niggas didn't even pop back Oh lord, i swore, if any muthafucka holla my name I'm raw, spelled backwards, that's what I'm gon' bring Banks, what a nigga think?, we ain't got guns No troops, everything bulletproof, sniper's layin' down on the roof Stash box in the coupe nigga, I'm tellin' you the truth nigga Raise them lil bitty boys, all they do is come shoot niggas Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Put a couple holes in a hoe Let a nigga know he 'bout to go Put the pump right to his throat Bet he won't talk no more Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next I'm commin', through the front door, mask on, let's ride Everybody on the muthafuckin floor, soon as a nigga get inside My hood, my click, your wife, my bitch Show a nigga that you really love him, set him up to hit a good lick Cops comin', I'm not runnin, if i do die, don't cry I haven't planned on stayin' long anyway, i ain't gon' lie Wonder why i still got bricks, wonder why i still got clips Cuz ain't a damn thing changed, ever since Young Buck got rich Are ya ready for the outcome, why you walkin 'round without a gun Shit real, till a nigga get killed, then you wanna run and get one Fuck that! I'm callin' out names, ja rule, ya'll lose I don't even care how it started, fuck me?, fuck you! Wait till yayo get home, we gon' really get these niggas gone But for now nigga, hold on, im'a show you how to break a bone Cashville, tennekee nigga!, we thug you knew it New york, we here, for life, G-unit! Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next [50 Cent] Yeahhhh, Young Buck nigga, cashville, tennessee nigga From your hood to my hood muthafucka, new york city nigga, haha Real shit nigga, it's all good nigga, haha, it's all hood nigga |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Yeah, i'm a special kinda nigga with mine's I grind, i get's paper, you know what i mean? Hahaha I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler They heaven's for the church go'ers, and hell's for the heathens So im'a just ball the fuck out, while i'm breathin 8th after 8th, what you know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smokey fiends, suckin on that glass dick Man sham stay askin' for a dime for nine I tell you what, i hook you up, this one last time Custody's comin', son is pumpin, watch the packs disolve Save reciedo some food stamps, we stackin' it off Past that joint, whats his name son? i dont remember The haitian nigga with the guitar that sang "gone in november" I do a buck 40 in the rain, hydro plainin' Now we can get diablo, candy-painted Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash Hit the hazards, hit the a.c., then it come out the dash If i go in the club son, and niggas start dumbin' Start shootin n' i ain't straped, fuck it, i'm runnin' I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler I been out here for too long, i deserve to get a bird The fiend's know my name now, from standin' on this curb I got blood on my shirt, and a hand full of crack A bunch of lil' niggas with dime sack's in they backpacks Come and get it, we got it, take a trip to the projects You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless Niggas know me, from fillin up ya' heroine needles I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english We ain't scared of the road, we just get it and go When you see them tennessee tags nigga, you already know I don't trust no hoes, thats how 't got pop'd He told the bitch where his stash was, he told it to the cops Me and preist had the streets on lock He'd break down the blocks, i'd open up shop, 'round the clock And i ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen We at it again, we gettin' it for 10, my nigga I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler Now i'm headed down south and that's my word I'm on a greyhound, 'bout to move these birds And if these niggas don't let me slingi'm out there robbin' everything Got a brand new mack and a p-89 Yeah he's a hustler, man i stay on the grind 9 grams of heroine, 100 grams of coke 12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke 3 gal's of dust juice, and a tank of l.s.d. And a 1000 pills of every kind of exstacy Hash, Ha-sheesh, i bought a '62 When i was younger with my crew I had them niggas sniffin glue It's 40 cinnagrams, to them trucka's and bammer's And i can chef up a miricle with arm & hammer I'm a hustler, man i supply the fiends I'm a hustler, nigga ill sell you a dream I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
All my thugs and thugets Walk where i walk, see what i see Now i welcome you all to cashville, tennekee All my life, i hustle'd all night Now i'm alright, my wrist is all ice And i did it all, without ya'll advice I done been to hell and back, twice You cant do it like me! Now as the world turns, i let my bud burn Police writin' down my tags, like im con'cerned I graduated from the nickels and dimes You need the F.E.D.'s bitch, to come get mine Get on the grind hoe, and stay the fuck up outta mine fo' The kid's find daddy lay'd out with his eyes closed I know, can't be humble in the jungle Give a nigga an inch, he'll take a whole mile from ya' So i bust first, fuck this earth nigga Whats worse? wakin' up in the pen, or sleepin' up under the dirt Boo yow! is the sound of the 40 cal. Ak's bananna clips hold a 100 rounds Test me, rude boy don't want none Got jamacan's and hesian's buck, buck, buckin' they gun Where the hood at? nigga, that's where i come from Where shoot dice, snort white, sell crack and heroine You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} G-unit ! ! ! Somebody tell me what this world comin' to Why they go get they metal detector's when we come through Yah, i know we got beef, and niggas say they wanna kill us But you can't get mad, cuz the whole world feel us Do the math, half of these niggas lying in they rhymes They don't even read the paper work, just sign on the line I got a 9, and a heart to go get mine And ill be god damn, if i take a loss this time I'm fishline, in the water, nibble only to get caught May i take ya' order? yah, i can get it in new york See the streets know, this nigga here'll let the heat go Be low, don't be no muthafuckin' hero A kilo'll get a nigga whole click killed You ain't gotta spend shit, niggas'll hustle up a mill When you live with all the roaches, you kill all the rats And the thugs, that ain't focused, get they head cracked You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} G-unit ! ! ! I know i got a dirty mouth, bitch i'm from the south I'm nuthin like what you done seen or you done heard about I'm in my best on the block, a vest and a glock, and the rest in my sock Unless i was pac, you wont see me with a cross on my back Gotta do my own thang, can't copy that cat Let me holla at ya' for a minute may'ne If ya stand for nuthin' nigga, you'll fall for anythang I'm bustin any brain, they say that i'm insaine But i came in this game with cocaine in my viens What i'm sayin, that i'm trained to go and turn a penny to a 20 You complain, i'd rather work with what he sent me, ain't it strange? How i went from a hoopty to a bently, i ain't changed I'm in the hood, you want me? come and get me Feel my pain, but don't feel sorry for me Cuz they're some kids in samalia with nuthin to eat You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} G-unit ! ! ! [scratching hold on a second homie, lets get this clear] |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Yeh .. Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck I come from a small town, where organised crime is the rule You kill nigga's without permission, nigga's gon' kill you We bang the rags too, red and blue That shit aint only on the westside fool Surrounded by section 8 houses and the projects A place where you make the wrong turn, you're gettin robbed at We all targets standin out on the street corner Thats why you see the lil' kids with the heat on 'em Police pull up, hop out when they can't catch us They never even get a change to say "park your weapons" Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high Niggas know when Its "roll", the whole hood ride We on that bishop and jude shit I'll put this 4-5 In your mouth like a toothpick (you bitch) The south ain't safe no mo', so get a gun And pray to God that u make It to see 21 Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck You gon' make me crawl through your backyard, and cut off your lightswitch Kick in your back door, and take all that white shit Niggas know what to do when im around Go put ya' pack up, and pick up ya' 4 pound, it's bout to go down Buck back on that bullshit, he even got his baby momma walkin with a full clip Fucked a couple r&b hoes, but now it's back to the hoodrats They lick a nigga dick and know where that good at Money don't make a nigga change It's just the niggas that ain't neva' had nuthin start doin strange thangs They say i must like beef, cuz 50 got 50 enemies But if they fight him, they gotta fight me Come ride through these 3rd row's And let me show ya how i puttin' in work goals The 4-4 bulldog small enought to fit in a nigga boot So it's wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do (nigga) Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck Im'a soldier, left . right . left . right . left Im'a soldier, left . right . left . right . left Im'a soldier |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win I feel attention when I walk in the club G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, this Gorilla enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So ladies call ya girls, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin' in Cashville runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin' Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know im gunna get 'em Raaaaa! I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too Move lemme come through Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties Bitch! Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in) I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin' Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars Young Buck! I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win AHH! |
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from Young Buck - Straight Outta Cashville / Explicit Version (2004)
You know, growin up in the hood Is gon' do all kinds of thangs, ya heard? Some of its good, some of its bad But the things you go through in life, make you who you are Look at me now! From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong N they got they hands out like i owe them so I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on It aint too much into who i don't know How many times do i have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoe I still remember them nights under the street lights Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price I'm trying to get right, get it and go You see people is dyin' fast, and the money is slow We used to hang in front of the store Flag down cars to be a movie star, go get a glass jar Once you cook it and cut it homie, go stand out in public See the work sell's itself, if ya got enough of it Plenty thugs get shot, but see its all in the game Even i took a couple of 'em, but still i remain I aint dippin from that same lead project figga I done went with no lights, and no water nigga And i'm still hood, that mean i still cook Get on the block and go get mine, like you should How can i be good? when rappers wanna be suge Suroundin' myself with family, so i can sleep good From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong N they got they hands out like i owe them so I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on It aint too much into who i don't know How many times do i have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin how can i get My momma out the bricks, and my whole click legit Lil jimmy in the fed's, its just me and some ted's We cuttin heads doin whatever to buy a lump of bread The hot beat faces, i really loved it To blow 50 g's, and don't think nothing of it We show love, but won't get no loved show'd back Whoa kimosabi, what part of the game is that? This a fact, and my war wounds on me can prove it But look how you made me, go and show ya i can do it I sollomly swear to hold it down for my homeboy Locked up and don't know if they ev'a coming home boy Time's keep tickin', another baby is born Thats gon' go through the same stuff i went through, and more You wonder why i hustle, my life's on the line My baby gotta have milk when she cryin', come on da now From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong N they got they hands out like i owe them so I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on It aint too much into who i don't know How many times do i have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes Now everybody got they hand out Crackhead willin' spit these millions till they ran'd out Shorty don't wanna holla now, cuz her man out But just last week i couldnt get it out her damn mouth No where to go, look like im stuck in these bricks Seems like the good die young, the bad get rich quick Enough of this lemme take you to a whole nother level It's like stopin the police from rollin' through the ghetto Ain't nuthing gettin better, but the bills gotta get paid That money come up short then them tecks gotta get spray'd Everybody gotta grave, we just waitin to go to it No matter what we do, we still gon' go through it Some say that i'm heartless, and don't give a damn They wont ever understand until they get a gram This who i am, not who i wanna be Open up your eyes and see, what these streets have done to me From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong N they got they hands out like i owe them so I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on It aint too much into who i don't know How many times do i have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes |
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from Young Buck - 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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! |
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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 |
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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 |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win I feel attention when I walk in the club G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, this Gorilla enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So ladies call ya girls, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin' in Cashville runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin' Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know im gunna get 'em Raaaaa! I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too Move lemme come through Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties Bitch! Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in) I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin' Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars Young Buck! I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win AHH! |
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from 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 |
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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] |
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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] |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
Fire!!! I make it hotter Friction turns to fire You're what I desire I'm comin to getcha girl That's right, that's right It's on tonight Your just my type You're what i like I bring that heat Ya heard me right Everywhere I go, go Let's go Somethin new It's another episode Music bumpin and sweatin Drippin on the dancefloor I like it when shorty get it back in the bag When she do it like that I don't know how to act Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll pay to play it If its worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Baby work it (yeah) Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want i could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what i want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I burn it down on stage I make it hot Til the fire marshals come shut down the spot I had the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggas ain't got the style I got I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down You can hate this but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent Yes the star at the bar, I'll get ya bent You wanna party, let's party You wanna freak, be a freak You wanna creep, we can creep Tell me what it's gonna be So you can... Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what I want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) Fire!!! Now all you really ready I said are really ready I make the temperature rise Now don't be suprised I had a ice on stunt and heavy I got a hell of a flow You should already know So over 30 million records already It's the third time around You know how I get down I'm hands down pound for pound The best around Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll play to play If it's worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Work it (yeah) (Woo) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see Devil 'round the corner [50 Cent] Is that my dawg, that slap that cat? Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel Will throw it all away, I see you later today You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo We could do it in broad daylight In front of the White House for all I care I blow your heart out your body sucka Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber Black ski mask, the Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on [Chorus] [50 Cent] Devil 'round the corner, corner |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Unstoppable
Incredible Impeccable It's it's the unit Woo woo u know how we do it Woo woo I make u dance to it Woo woo throw up your hands to it Go ahead call the cops come on Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (50 Cent:) I've got that bentley ferrary that lambo lean My car game crazy I can't be seen The aston bugatti the range and the rovs Got me freakin off with some high class hoes U know with me man anything goes I have shoty in the telly working all 3 hoes Jesuse I bet u won't bealive this unless I let u see this She deep throat my whole coock Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block Yeah I just happen to be what she likes She said I'm special I'm like yeah babe u right A lil goose a lil patrone tonight I have a club lookin like a fucking zoo aiight New music u can't confuse it with the other cliques or crews it's the unit Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Lloyd Banks:) Shorty came over I told her I can mould her Turn her to a rider rub it with a roler Hold up like a cobra hold her till she sober Fold her in positions so it's hard to bend over I'm a very special kind I can't let u shine These rappers out their mind don't come get'em make em rime Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line U can't get on my level that will take a lifetime And what I got at 25 it'll take ya life time And I don't care about crime as long as it's not mine And I'm a be fine I'm stronger then white line If ya girl ain't home till the early morn She's probably with the g-unit geting it on I told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong And we went at it all night long Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Tony Yayo:) For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg But I ain't trickin I ain't nelly and spitzaw Shake that ass drop it low like a striper Shake that ass drop it low like a striper I'm in love again on them drugs again Same club same spot same girls again Girls comin in and were poopin them bottles By 12 o'clock we be poopin them models Yeah for settle the club go crazy like uh uhh uhh baby Okay bottle of Jose shorty she the portion her friend like heyy Girl jump in watch me go 0 to 60 Take u to the rich slope off your miss sixtys I know u heard of 50 I know u heard of yay I steve nash this hoes pass them all day Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side It's easy man Belive me man This is the unit This is how we do it Banks yay 50 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[50 Cent] Yeah, it's the Unit! Yeah (showtime) Swizz! OHH! (M, C) Wooooo! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it Me? I gets down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down [50 Cent] I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah) Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this [Tony Yayo] In the hood, you rat you die In the hood if you rap you die I'm out the hood gettin fat and high Private jet, it's time to fly Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai And my wolves come out when the moon comes up Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway Niggaz talk money just not around me I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga In the street rapper, industry bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh) I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose Unit rider, my clique don't play I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam [Chorus] [50 Cent] You know if God bless the child with so much swag Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash? Seats less pussy got, all that ass Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we They don't know how to rock the spot like me Smell like I just got out a brand new V My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's Work with me lil' mama, let's get it Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it I'm on that shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz] Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!) That flo', flo' (wooo!) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
I don't wan' talk about it
(50) Man I don't wanna talk about it (Nah) Man I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah) And I don't wanna talk about it (Wooh) I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (These niggaz police) Nah, I don't wanna talk about it Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin? in so I can say the Enzo My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk Bitches with me cruisin?, Moulin Rougin' They fuckin? and they strippin?, nigga, I ain't even trippin? nigga Me, I handle business, God's my only witness Watchin? homicide, sayin? "Who the fuck did this?" Me I run the street, mayne, so I keep the heat, mayne What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck with the elite, mayne I don't fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground For? You poppin? that bullshit, like I don't pull shit Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks Nigga we hittin? licks, stickin? shit, gettin? rich That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (And I don't wanna talk about it, oh) I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah, it's the kid, nigga, yeah) Nah, I don't wanna talk about it Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, yeah Forty-five, my belt got the big eights Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar For grimy niggaz tryin? to line me like, ?Oh a preacher? You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg With Mandela nephew blowin? heavy herb Then back to the projects, low from the task force The dope spot's sellin? more shit than Scott Storch I'm tired of these pricks, lyin? 'bout bricks Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. Unidentified flyin? object on twenty-fo's More money more hoes, more money, more clothes Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it (Nah, uh) B A, N K, S 5, 5 0 Or 6 8, M G, tinted with my eyes low Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe Louis V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley C And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the switch Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin? shit I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin? bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 (Verse 1) Im suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special Ed, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now I f**k when I want, I do what I like She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike She a super freak, the freak of the week I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat It never enough, she like it rough We keep it going and we switch positions, listen (Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 (Verse 2) Tony Yayo I need a dollar every time that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha Now how much is that I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini I'm in alli bb, where the girls are freaky Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy dreamy Certain niggas fall inlove with a bitch, Patron in my dick i think i f**ked blood out a chick I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin' 10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain't nothing (Verse 3) Lloyd Banks If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute Second to nobody, baby check it you look as good as your chess And when your neck it, I'm ready to f**k A little head in the truck If a tung game good, i'ma let her come up When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town Stash box down, put the magnum down I'm with G-Unit, C-U Net Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet I have it, do u wanna have it, do u need D OPE on the f**king CD its ME (Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Verse 4) Young Buck She got a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like... Three, two, one Yea right now You got skills on them high heels When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live Do me before I get her I might eat out depending on how I feel Baby girl got a thang for me She do what every I say and I ain't got to make it rain money Go getta and she ghetto with it Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it I'm all on her back, when she move like that You can find me where every she at like yeahh (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!) My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check) It's my crew and Polow Da Don I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe! [Chorus: woman] Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat [TY] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat [50] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that [Tony Yayo] Big boy Bentley, big boy semi Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you I need six pockets like a pool table These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood? Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood" I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] She got what I want, want (uh-huh) She got what I need, need (that's right) She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah) Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {*growls*} I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich" My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch Like, get in get in! You and your friend He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train 50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh? [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze You got a V-12? I got 12 V's It's only so many months, you do the math I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
I gangsta
Let it go I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Real gangsta, let it go I'm a gangsta (Yeah) I'm a gangsta for life (Yeah) I'm a gangsta (Come on) Real gangsta, let it go (G, G, G, G you know) Uh, the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies Play me and I'm crazy, I'm Tom Brady Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin? up off the jet A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin? him in his neck One big remix and she'll be on my penis If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest 9-millimeters in the bars and arenas If you hood then you seen us with wood in the Beamers I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Don't fuck around and start some fight (Yeah, yeah, let it go) I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin? hard Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius The mac'll turn your back into Kill Bill arenas I'm criminal minded, you've been blinded Feds lookin? for my bricks but can't find it Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors Bein? broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar I learned that, in the Maybach with Fif' and Mayweather Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Don't fuck around and start some fight I want to dance I'm reachin? up and huh |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Money make the world go ?round
Money make the world go ?round Money make the world go ?round New York, money make the world go ?round L.A., money make the world go ?round Midwest, money make the world go ?round Down South, money make the world go ?round Southside, money make the world go ?round Some people want nothin? out of life And some people want it all Some people ain't livin? life right But fast money make God call I'm prayin? to the angels but worship the devils Yeah, a nigga rich but I'm livin? like a rebel Ridin? with my strap on, foot on the pedal Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside Stayin? alive was no jive Standin? on the strip you get stuck like Velcro Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows Run, nigga, run, nigga, here they come, nigga Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger Kid, I'm still in the P's, girl, I love the Audi If yo' ass pregnant, girl, leave the party My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty God, it ain't my fault if I shoot somebody I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins, yeah Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Yeah, money make the world go ?round and I got her Buckle down, do anything for the dollar Enough bills'll make your blood spill Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill I'm one man but I own more than one steel Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil Magucci leather got me shoe crazy Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops, baby And if I'm wearin? my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga, you crazy? Man, fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess Police stompin? niggaz by the twenty And shootin? by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny Matter fact, man, I'ma do anything for the dough N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo' Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours ATL, money make the world go ?round Ca$hville, money make the world go ?round N.C., money make the world go ?round Bad News, money make the world go ?round I love that money, I need that money It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me It gives me seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee It made me rich, it made me change I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things You got me haters, you got me drama You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners When somebody dies, you gotta pay the mourners, mourners Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Chi-Town, money make the world go ?round Oakland, money make the world go ?round Texas, money make the world go ?round Detroit, money make the world go ?round Bed-Stuy, money make the world go ?round Southside, money make the world go ?round Harlem, money make the world go ?round B-X, money make the world go ?round Staten Island, money make the world go ?round Long Island, money make the world go ?round Rhode Island, money make the world go ?round Maryland, money make the world go ?round D.C., money make the world go ?round Baltimore, money make the world go ?round Little Rock, money make the world go ?round Minnesota, money make the world go ?round Arizona, money make the world go ?round |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em (I never liked these niggaz anyway) (They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today) Hey... (Nobody gon' miss you anyway) (No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day) [50 Cent:] I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out You make it rain, I make it lead shower You say your prayers, you in your last hour I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me You don't like me then spray me [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent:] This is the Unit The mighty mighty mighty Unit This is how we do it Ayy (ayy, ayy) I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober Different day, same shit, different city, different chick Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid [Tony Yayo:] Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim 44-Colt, that's tossin him And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!) I'm in the black, you in the red You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!) Bitch play cute, I don't get upset 'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set I'm in a private jet, but before the deal Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not I'll! " [Chorus: 50 Cent] You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin But the party ain't over Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it The party ain't over Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me Now get low, shorty work that back Now get low, yeah just like that Now get low [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga I toast with'cha - if ya got a cup Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music [Young Buck:] Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me) My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
*featuring Young Buck
[50 Cent:] I'm a work of art A ghetto version of Mozart Yeah... haha [Chorus: 50 Cent] I move the keys, they call me the piano man I'm classically trained nobody do it better man I do my thang with me and my beretta man I got that girl you want her come and get her man [Hook x4: 50 Cent] Call me the piano man [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Cartier glasses Cartier belt, Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else. Like Germany Sweden and Serbia, nigga one or two birds and I'm servin ya. I'm a ball like Julius Erving Iverson and Manning, I got that cannon in that two door phantom. Nigga hundred EX shit suicide doors, Get a top or low fade now the body lookin hard. This snake ass niggas is reptiles, Til I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles. Yay' got the best styles Yay' got the best clothes, Yay' got the best weed Yay' got the best hoes. (Yeah!) [Chorus] [Hook x4] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Yeah Fresh out the rimshot my wheels tick-tock, My steel six shot the paint flip flop. My charm truckie that's why they wanna fuck me, 207 McLaren body like Bucky. Old head get rusty and I'm a can of oil, And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil. Show up at your bougie event give your body harm, Slide you all over the stage like Omarion. Don't need a party calm on the pepsi and bacardi bomb, Bail ain't nothin I make a Gotti bond. Magician I can make a dollar flip, Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick. [Chorus] [Hook x4] [Verse 3: Young Buck] I'm richer than a muhfucka ridin in a dirty ass phantom, We kill undercovers down here we can't stand em. Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards, I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord. Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller, Hand of a hustler I'm all about a dollar. Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend, Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win. If I did it then I can do it now, When we get em in we can ship em out. A Gucci briefcase dressed in a suit and tie, Cartier's you can tell that I. [Chorus] [Hook x4] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[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] |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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