C. Lloyd

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


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


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

*featuring Young Buck

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

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

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

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

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Devil 'round the corner, corner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

(feat. Young Buck)

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

I gangsta
Let it go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arizona, money make the world go ?round

I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do
I Said
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Then she drop it low
to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Let that ass drop like my 64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Then she drop it low
to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Let that ass drop like my 64
I suppose to blow
you suppose to know
Not to go against me
or it R I P
I'm stupid rich
got retarded money
I'm special wit it
I got special bread
It's easy now please
believe me now
I dismiss a hoe
please leave me now
I fuck when I want
I do what I like
She want the same shit I want
the bitch is a dike
She a super freak
the freak of the week
I give her something a suck
she give her something to eat
It never enough
she like it rough
We keep it going and
we switch positions
listen
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do
I Said
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Then she drop it low
to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Let that ass drop like my 64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Then she drop it low
to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Let that ass drop like my 64
I need a dollar
for every time
that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track
and make money
Now how much is that
I'm getting money baby
my truck a Lamborghini
I'm in lebb
where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me
hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie
& say my eyes are dreamy

I'm in the club frontin
I'm in the club stuntin
10 Grand to buy the bar
Ma it ain't nothing
If home girl wit it
I'm get it hit it split it
She'll think about me
everyday hour minute
Second to nobody
baby check it
you look as good as
your chess
And when your neck it
I'm ready to fuck
A little head in the truck
If a turn gang good i'ma
let her come up
When the sun goes down
I'll be back in the town
Stash box down
put the magnum down
I'm with G Unit
Nigga you not
ballin a the G 2 jet

I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
She got a nigga
on the count down
Waitin on it like
Three two one
Yea right now
You got skills on them
high heels
When we leave this club
I'm take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out depending on
how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
and I ain't got to make it
rain money
Go getta and
she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it
but she already did it
I'm all on her back
when she move like that
You can find me
where every she at like that
I Said
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Then she drop it low
to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Let that ass drop like my 64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Then she drop it low
to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it
She put her back into it
Let that ass drop like my 64