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I'm on parole, I used to be on probation
I'm with my gun I get full corporation I tell you "take it off" no hesitation Nigga you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patients My headachin', and I need my medication Niggas be hatin', they don't know what they facin' Nigga you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a mason Nigga witness against me, I'm a erase 'em If they try an runaway, I'm a chase 'em Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down That's how it's goin' down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somethin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don't live long in New York Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin' Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right Teachin' the hood rats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect? My S on 22's leave ya hos confused On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you" My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk I came to teach you how we put it down in New York That's how we get down [Chorus] In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life You should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'" "Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'" I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts Now we can hit the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with The pump, you can have it how you want But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh) Ya like how I break it down, want to get rich? I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces That's how we get down [Chorus] |
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| 2. |
| 3:47 |
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So you say you a gangsta, right
Are you really a rider, yea You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your motherfuckin' dough, lets go I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot Superman armor on the '69 drop 0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop I blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel My head light smooth when I move the steering wheel I ain't running from nothing, its top dollar to chill I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real Go head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later I'm hood like butter holes and pissy elevators I went from playing the same block to Bangkok So I can get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week And get so much pussy I cant sleep [Chorus] Poppa was a rolling stone Never came back home now I'm on my own So I had to learn a few things bout survival Like the ice pick done off the bottom If you scared don't come around here Guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it A nigga try me he wont see tomorrow I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep TV the same size as Kevin Garnett A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper White fan base cause Eminem is my partner I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper I ain't a regular nigga All the promoters pay 100 more to bring your boy to Singapore My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em Elvis's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo We don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricks We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips Watch your mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wrists And my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks [Chorus] A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone I'm in a class all by myself I'll whoop your ass all by myself I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me Cause my window got the glass from a taxi [Chorus] |
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| 3. |
| 3:44 |
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Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup I knock your wife up, yup, man, I don't give a f***, nah The Unit's in this b****, yeah , you know who I'm with, yeah Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah Hangin' out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playing the boarder Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big Not from New York to Georgia, they recognize the slaughter Diamonds around the boarder, a platin' 'em ice pick We in them Lambs the color of Candy Yams The only n****z in the city with Miami tints I picked up my advance and took off out to France Thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands Mummy I don't dance, I rock, I bop I half a ounce of s***** in my sock, I'm hot If I like it I'm a cop it on the spot, why not? These haters still won't give me my props, I'm shocked I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block All I got is the street, my word, my c*** These little n****z emulating' me know why? Know why, know why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup I knock your wife up, yup, man I don't give a f***, nah The Unit's in this b****, yeah, you know who I'm with, yeah Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah Hanging out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why Hey, pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs Hologram rims, a lot of Benjamin's I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want Rollin' b**** after b****, blowin' be'emp out the trunk Now I can take a s*** on all of y'all, d'emp after d'emp I'm high and I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk Don't front and get to rockin', and my click is popping Now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flocking I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whoolie that Now we got enough toys to knock the city back Beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap They copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's Big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never do is The illest never one at a time, just by the two's And ooh, you should see what my song make them do Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup I knock your wife up, yup, man I don't give a f***, nah The Unit's in this b****, yeah, you know who I'm with, yeah Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah Hanging out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why If you come from the bottom put your hands up The hood f*** up the rap then put your hands up You and your click get it popping' put your hands up And if you front I'm leaving' out of there in handcuffs Now put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up Yeah, man I don't give a f*** what you said Now put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up |
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| 2:46 |
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Money, money, money, money
Cake I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap You won't have another birthday cake afta that Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back To get the money, the money The money, the money, the cake And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves Don't get moved by the tools Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate You ain't ridin' in dem 6s Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas Banks don't rap wit a back pack I'm in it for the money, the money The money, the money, the cake You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back I don't give a fuck, it's goin' down like that I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through Southside trama drama wit' gallamas I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though You fuckin' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet The home of the hommies, there's a body every week Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek Can't a mutha fuckin' breathin' tell me I can't eat Show me the money, the money The money, the money, the cake Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot 'Round here niggas get found upside down Ova the money, the money The money, the money, the cake Cake Money, money, money, money Cake |
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| 4:46 |
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G-Yeah I'm back [Chorus] I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules But I can make you move About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the oohs Now that'll make um move Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind I lashed out too fast to take my time I got to get in position to make her mine 'cause I ain't leavin' the club without my dime You know I got my nine Think twice before you cross that line Nigga you must have lost your mind Thinkin' you can get off my shines Shorty got to shakin' and I'm waitin' to take her home It's hot as hell in here and I'm bakin' up a Patron I know a couple different ways I can make 'um bone And when I'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome Give me a hour I have her blowin' up my phone Like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone Million dollar nigga I get it and show off But Doja, give ma minute with your boss, I'll fold ya New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover Holster, all over the shoulder I'm the sickest thing spittin' in N-Y Your plane ain't the same, it's different when I fly South side player play around and get shot Twenty four hours steak out on your block Don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop 'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop [Chorus] Yeah From what I hear niggas don't like me It's funny, they wanna be jus' like me You bummy, it's jealousy more than likely The money, they made a nigga all icey Four finger ring that boy doin' his thing V-V-S Bling my chain long as a swing Boulevard king over known in Beijing Fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring Sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps Murder is forever don't fuck around once Bottle after bottle I down 'um till I'm drunk If you ain't chipped in don't come around my blunt Grimey and gritty New York City's top gun First nigga act up gets a hot one B-P-V the bottom and top done I get there, I gets it, I'm done, one [Chorus] Yeah I don't know about you but I'm doin' it for the queue Whip brand new size twenty-two shoe Use your money don't let your money use you I got a cruise view, you know the usual My life's beautful, my pockets full of bread You get outta pocket I play soccer with your head And that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy Nigga I done killed more niggas than a liquor store I left somethin' on her when I seen her And she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena She will kill big niggas, cute big hips And she's pretty convincin', a video vixen If you lookin' for a mack I fit the description Chicks see him take pictures and kiss him Back blockin' nigga I get it and I'm good I'm hood, livin' life like you should [Chorus] Grew up in the Y New York that is Why-why-Ya know the name I handle my biz, kid |
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| 4:00 |
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I Wasn't gone if you missed me
Put 'em up Put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up Put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up Hands up shorty when you party with me we goin' way past quarter to three I said Hands Up I'm good in the V I P I got my hammer right here with me I said Hands Up You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the jooks I said Hands Up Everything ain't cruise to fame this shit ain't sweet as it looks I said Hands Up You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car We came to party You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar We came to party We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar We came to party You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star We came to party It feels so good to live sucker free I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me It mean the world to her it's nothing but a nut to me Look miss get a grip and let a motherfucker be I'm a rap star Who wants to be ridin' around in that car Two in the front and the back got the plasma This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas mile I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma And I'm busy so I move a bit faster You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya Huh I'm a bastard Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it Lights off and your body's stiff By the same niggas you used to party with Hands up shorty when you party with me we goin' way past quarter to three I said Hands Up I'm good in the V I P I got my hammer right here with me I said Hands Up You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the jooks I said Hands Up Everything ain't cruise to fame this shit ain't sweet as it looks I said Hands Up You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car We came to party You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar We came to party We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar We came to party You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star We came to party I cruise through the strip 22's on the whip New rule gonna hit Thousand dollar outfit Never snooze never slip Follow rules or get whip Nigga move or get hit I don't care who's on the strip It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same They don't see the faces they don't see the chains Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me This is regular shit the erryday mentality They charged up don't make me put in the battery Hands up shorty when you party with me we goin' way past quarter to three I said Hands Up I'm good in the V I P I got my hammer right here with me I said Hands Up You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the jooks I said Hands Up Everything ain't cruise to fame this shit ain't sweet as it looks I said Hands Up You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car We came to party You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar We came to party We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar We came to party You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star We came to party Put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up Put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up Put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up Put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up |
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| 3:55 |
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G-Unit
Uh, a one two, a one two Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make a shopper run out of the column Enough to make a weak nigga go mano why mano Guess what you strong as rum out of the bottle God bless you when he made me I mean he blessed me when he made you I got a little game to They know me everywhere I go that's what fame do Where we can get it on the low what's your name blue? You stuck in your ways but I know how to change you Arrange you tell you things like your my angel There's no rules when it comes to this, write down your number miss They call me Banks, my government is Chris They feel me in the burbs, love me in the bricks Four inch whips, on a buggy six First class trips and the bubbly's Cris I work so hard to live like this My past make me so weak But you make me stronger 'Cause everything was upside down Now I'm right back where I belong Help, I think Cupid got me Shock me all over my body I think I'm losin' my cool So I'm doin' things I don't do Yeah, I got it hop in the ride so I could holla My favorite girl outside of my Impala I ain't gon' say you a dream I don't gotta You could walk around in the street with no problems I pick up all the G that he speaks so don't bother The innocent role ain't workin' work harder I ain't tryin' to lock you down I'm no father But maybe we can go for it if you just listen It's hard as hell for a man in my position They pickin' your girl out you gotta know the difference I wonder if it's even in one in existence Enough to keep my attention to go the distance And I'm have to look hard to find a better one 'Cause you sex is a 187 'hon You get a nigga doin' shit I ain't never done So now even when I'm on tour I let her come My past make me so weak But you make me stronger 'Cause everything was upside down Now I'm right back where I belong Help, I think Cupid got me Shock me all over my body I think I'm losin' my cool So I'm doin' things I don't do You're not the ones like I'm used to I see us happy in our future I'm givin' you all I have My heart, my soul, my laugh 'Cause you are the only thing I need I could have everything and more Give you the feelin' you can't ignore My past make me so weak But you make me stronger 'Cause everything was upside down Now I'm right back where I belong Help, I think Cupid got me Shock me all over my body I think I'm losin' my cool So I'm doin' things I don't do |
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| 3:00 |
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Yea G-Unit
I think I gotta have it Its keeps pullin' me in like a magnet Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block Its like crack to an addict It ain't to hard for me to grab it Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block Uh man I think I'm addicted to the life that I had So I risk it runnin' the street with the heat boy Three deep in the S-U-V the bigger you blow the less you see The more you hear a real nigga lost his life right there Its hard to believe a flippers the reason he's not here Damn and still get killed over somethin' that ain't his And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids That's how it is cigs in old cribs dudes that tote pigs Live with broke ribs or went under the dirt with the worms The results of the colds pack funeral homes You know the names cause we tatooin' 'em on I'm gone just cruisin' back 2 in the mornin' So fuck rap I'm comin' at you in the song When you hear the (click clack) point it at you n your gone I think I gotta have it Its keeps pullin' me in like a magnet Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block Its like crack to an addict It ain't to hard for me to grab it Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block Ey I got my pockets right my rocks are bright The drop is blue n the watch is white Right that's why they watchin' me As far as I can see its all mockery And I'm tryna be all I can be Now that my foots in the door there's no stoppin' me Pure poetry I got a little pac in me Now internationally they jockin' me Cause my money green n blue like monopoly Yea I left a name all around the globe Yet still south side I was brought up by the code (south side) N I was told everything ain't gold its cause the glitter And had to drown the pain with the liquer The world don't turn unless the money move The early bird get the worm and the dummy's lose True you hear the struggle and the grind when I talk I breathe and I bleed new york I think I gotta have it Its keeps pullin' me in like a magnet Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block Its like crack to an addict It ain't to hard for me to grab it Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block |
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| 4:05 |
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Uh, Yeah [Chorus] Ay I'm focused now, they notice now Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down (You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill You know for reals, the only way that I can chill) Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fall From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all Can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel? Niggas better chill, for the Barretta peel Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill Nigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up, frozen up Range Rover truck color Coconut I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under [Chorus] Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine Besides, I gotta make the jewelery store on time I look like I bought the jewelery store this time And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover I got three Magnums, the gun, car, and the rubber I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit Nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot I prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four [Chorus] From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers You bastards heard of me I get the cash It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice I look like a cop car flashin' his lights All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him 'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup Niggas shoot, I done been around the world And I'm right here you won't hurt me I'll put your ass on ice yeah, cold turkey I'm blowin' Purple, the Haze mixed with Hershey I done gave you style, now reimburse me And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie" I'm a be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty [Chorus] |
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| 5:01 |
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Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga) Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped (get clapped get clapped) [Chorus] I know this feel different cause everything is good They actin' like I changed like I went Hollywood Like I don't keep it street like I ain't got the heat Like I ain't homicide all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef like I don't really care Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it any where There's diamonds in my chain there's diamonds in my ear A nigga come slippin' ill make him disappear Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead Stay low strapped up metal on inf red Too smooth won't slip new jewels don't trip Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip Oh shit, I'm hella rowdy and I'm nothin' nice Money ain't shit but a number name ya fuckin' price Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser Sucker for love, time to pick up the glass slipper Look around ass nigga before you add liquer Cause bein' an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya I'm seein' a bad picture of bein' a cab skipper Broke as fuck waitin' for Satan to come and get ya Keep ya clique tight know ya goals Don't speed slow ya role don't speak learn the code For they pop ya ass barbecue ya body With beans outta the shotty while I'm in the Maserati With somethin' that's gonna swallow me [Chorus] My trigga finger feenin' that nigga p a demon Nigga my fangs start showin' if I'm seein' you dreamin' Get to close and I'm bustin' it won't be no discussion I'm a boss I don't speak I just nod my head And you turn up missin' with ya own page in the feds I got power and I will flex on you real quick Call ya dawgs call ya trick hug ya moms for you split 'cause you ain't never gone see that bitch again And this ain't a war nigga we just havin' fun with ya Like a bed with a baby if I smack ya I might kill ya Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin' N I'm steady climbin' that means I'm still blowin up Got you burned while you lookin' see my Ferrari in Brooklyn On the corner of murda and duke so come through Ill light ya buildin' on fire that's why these rappers retire 'cause they tired of dealin' with niggas like me [Chorus] Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin' games kid I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with I need the block to feel the best that I came with I need the cops to get the fuck off of my dick Different day same shit media and paparazzi love Envy and betrayal my hearts as cold as hockey gloves I light up and take off that beef and broccoli high Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up Get money you ain't heard nothin' but a hit from me Quit dummy cause its a changin' of the guards Beat bitches over the head the caveman of the squad And he barely fell victim cause they raised him up so hard So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to god Cause we in a battle field where the razors lead to scars And the lazers lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes [Chorus] (Yea) Hey Yo p, fuck these niggas man Ill buck these niggas man, can't nobody else get no money Cause this is our year, next year is our year The year after is our year, the year after is our year (Yea) G,G,G,G,G G-Unit |
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| 3:10 |
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Uh! I'm doin' my thang (I'm doin' my thang)
G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang) Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine) All the day all the time (All the day all the time) Nigga you know how we roll (Nigga you know how we roll) Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's) I'm holdin' my ground (I'm holdin' my ground) In case somethin' goes down (In case somethin' goes down) Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile They set ya up you fuck around have to buck in the crowd Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday Niggas'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say In a land of attitudes A-K's and accidents Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin' since And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch Your perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks Plus your frontin' they only seen Paris in the books Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with Before you know it niggas be shootin' up yo' shit The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get And rev up all the broke niggas rockin' they old shit Before the night is done they be another murder Put your money to the side for another burner [Chorus] (Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that I feel like it's targets all over my back Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back Stashin' my guns cause I know they might rat I'm doin' my thang (I'm doin' my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang) Uh! I'm frontin' in my G62's the yellow and royal blues I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools The one that niggas admire many study all my moves And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze You a sucker for love, or maybe I'm a bit different If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon? I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon And I'm out poppin' Cris bitch I'll show you how I'm livin' I keep havin' them dreams bout niggas gettin' the drop on me Lettin' them things fly up and down the block for me True fear niggas don't feel ya they triflin' But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change It's probably the Maserati, Ferrari, yeah the Range This is Southside street talk the hood slang And my product, a open your nose like good Caine [Chorus] |
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| 3:35 |
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Yea uh
I like the way that sounds Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Now Check Check Nigga you feelin' like a frog when you jump One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk From the trunk to the dump I'm a rain on em, put the chump on a slump Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want Don't ya?, This ain't ya typical story The fore I don't fall in the category I'm cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist Especially, if ya rest next to me Nigga come testin' me you'll get the gun recipe These old niggas want the new born sound Actin' like they don't know who hold New York down Yea I use to buy Knick's, ten years later Now I'm super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit I slip 100 proof till I'm ripped And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close That kind of shit don't fly like Mama jokes We got em long, short, all kind of toast Boy I done left shit trails all around the coast To places you gettin' 'round by boat I get a pound, I smoke, I put it down, I'm dope I'm on scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop A product of everything that made the apple rot This apple jacks, way long before the platinum plaques The pro-tools and the wax Take a step back before ya catch a contact The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped I'm a bomb on these niggas till they can't bomb back The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack [Chorus] A lot of shit has changed since I came Y'all done came around here fuckin' up the game Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain You playin', I'm hungrier than a motherfucka' man Rob a store before you walk around poor Cause you ain't gettin' from me you grown boy You fuelin' up my fire when you hate So I'm a lean on you till you make a mistake I can't wait And to the curtains close Its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's, Endo overload, drive like I own the roads These niggas is puss, that's why my shoulders cold Mac by the toilet bowl I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer Cause I can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor You drown in deep water Every nigga around come from the street corner Where you need your heat on ya I'm on recline while my next CD climb South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9 N-Y-P-D grind, why?, it ain't a easy grind A nigga try to get mine I'm a feed him nine And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin' your mural For tryin' to be a motherfuckin' hero I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi I can't wait [Chorus] Ha ha ha Yea, ugh, G,G,G,G,G-Unit Boy |
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| 13. |
| 3:30 |
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Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay You scared, get the f*** out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play Nah, I can't play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat But I can c*** back and blow your blather out your back Take that, I'll show you n****z how to rap I'm c****, that's snowy white p***** on the track I told 50 I was going to take it to the top Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot And my goons are loony and strip you naked on the spot Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops And speaking' 'bout cops, you n****z better stop quelling And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay You scared, get the f*** out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play I roll up 'cause it's a hold up, ain't nothing funny Stop smiling, it be the reason the crowd piling Don't complain and die over a chain Bang, bang, gang green neighborhood game You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets I throw a b**** out the crib like Jazzy Jeff All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next 'Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties, yes My ride thumping, talking s***, stunting It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button Just for bluffing, hit for nothing You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle's custom Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay You scared, get the f*** out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play I'm from New York, New York n****z die for the cheese I air your house out like a can of Fabreeze, at ease Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover Click clack, ya whole life over Baking soda and your work they go' buy it, nope 'Cause them fiends getting tired of that dying coke I'm back baby, mad hype like a c**** baby Ask Slim Shady, my g** game crazy Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay You scared, get the f*** out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play |
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| 14. |
| 3:57 |
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<i>[Lloyd Banks (Singer) Intro]</i>
Uh... (Oooooohhh) Uh huh... (Ooohh) Yeah... <i>[Singer]</i> I'm one night standin' My joy ride has just begun Girl I'm the one that can get the job done And not fall victim to the hit and run I'm one night standin' No breakfast in bed today Soon as day break I be on my way MIA back to JFK <i>[Lloyd Banks Verse]</i> Yeah.. Shorty damn near mine without the whip and chain bet if I don't get the ass, I'mma get the brain whether she knows or don't know what the scriptures sayin' I'm a player with a league pass, ma I get the games whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name (Banks!) Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga with the change a frozen hand on the metal when I whip the Range I'm sittin' sideways, dazed and switchin' lanes there's a 60-inch plasma in the master room and we can sleep the whole morning and fuck the way to afternoon I had a way with words since I had a half a moon and I'm tourin' the world all winter, I'll be back in June you ain't gotta handle a mop, or push back a broom there's Maids for that, this where the paper with the papers at scars are a part of my story I can't take it back maybe that's why I look at shit like that (Yeah!) <i>[Singer]</i> I'm one night standin' My joy ride has just begun Girl I'm the one that can get the job done And not fall victim to the hit and run I'm one night standin' No breakfast in bed today Soon as they ring shots I be on my way MIA back to JFK <i>[Lloyd Banks Verse]</i> Uh... And it's the same thing around the way just a lot more drama, you have to swing around the K I never got the ones I wanted just the ones that wanted me look at her, she got the vapours 'cause I'm on TV lookin' like a million dollars in that blue GT and my Reeze and my blue EV's, bitch please I have you feelin' like you hit the jackpot 'cause my backshots, equivalent to crack rock I have you hooked off, dick prank callin' you bitch going back and forth with your friends paintallin' my whip besides I done gave you the sign, you just wouldn't read it now you feelin' like Keyshia Cole and "You Should've Cheated" so fucked up, I pay it to never mind mind on my money, money keep shit together, I'm probably goin' where you drove and lookin' listenin' to the radio and half way out of Brooklyn, good lookin' <i>[Singer]</i> I'm one night standin' My joy ride has just begun Girl I'm the one that can get the job done And not fall victim to the hit and run I'm one night standin' No breakfast in bed today Soon as day break I be on my way MIA back to JFK <i>[Singer (Lloyd Banks) Outro]</i> I'm one night standin'... (You know how it goes...) I've got to leave you girl... (I be here today... Goin' tomorrow...) I'm one night standin'... (Uh!) I've got to leave you girl (Ha ha... Pick me up yeah...) I'm one night standin'... Wish I could stay... But I gotta play.... La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa.... La la laaaaa... La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa.... La la laaaaa... |
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| 5:27 |
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Yeah! Uh, I'm back
Uh, ha ha Uh, ooh [Chorus] Yeah yeah, they know me 'round here, they call me Iceman I ain't your friend boy, I'll fuck your wife man Look at my left, now look at my right hand Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo There's white rocks on my neck, and my wrist's blue So don't trip, cause you know I got my pistol You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin' it Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them hoes love the shit Diamond after diamond, and I climbed up out the bottom So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em I'm stylin' they grillin' cause my whip can buy a skyscraper Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater!" I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later You'll be here when I get back, ain't got no time to drink that Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat Know who you playin with Black, then holla back [Chorus] My name is Buck, but you can call me Icey I keep spillin' Cristal on my white T Don't give a fuck, bitch you ain't gotta like me I pop my trunk and have you runnin' in your Nike's Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive? My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags Them hoes followin' us, let me stop and get some gas Liberace, the cops watch me I'm ice skatin' like a nigga playin' hockey ? holla back [Chorus] Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece In the streets, I'm a G; on the mic, I'm a beast Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, I'm a pimp Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son Gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause I ain't fin' to run In my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white In other words, come my way with that shit you gon' lose your life [Chorus] What the fuck are they yellin' Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, fuck the homeboy sellin' I've got a problem with him - if I can't touch it Then he can't slang it, and these streets get dangerous Corny niggas pull up in cargo vans Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad Born into flossin' flashin' got his mark-ass, smashed The Iceman is in the buildin' chillin' Big game huntin' and this lame's, stuntin' Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription He's sleepin' I'm on a mission to beat him in my position It's fucked [Chorus] They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman Watch out They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman Watch out, I'll fuck yo' wife man They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman Watch out They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man Watch out, yeah |
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| 4:00 |
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Yeah, ooh
You n****s know what time it is? It's time for that gangsta s*** We ain't got s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your way to Gilmore In the middle of the real war 'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for I make a million out, yeah I don't care about a muthaf***a out there My heart cold and my wrist rock And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill 'Cause if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a will I went double but I still tuck the s**** I'm the truth, why the f*** you think 50 cut the deal Rollin' in a bag of * when you cut the seal When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son Nobody to go get, so I ain't never run They chat behind my back but they quiet when I come They treat a lil' n**** like a giant with a gun I walk with a swagger like I always had money 'Cause I know, they rather see my black a** bummy Ain't nuthin' funny just a whole lotta anger Mind of a leader, drama of a gang banger If a n**** come on property I ain't gonna call There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't paint ball We ain't got s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your way to Gilmore In the middle of the real war 'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for I make a million out, yeah I don't care about a muthaf***a out there My heart cold and my wrist rock And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop I don't follow no rules I'm gettin' in here with the t*** And if I don't, we gonn' burn this muthaf***a down I'm comin' through swingin' like they do in H-Town And I roll down the window and spin ya b**** face around I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the Hummer Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to sleep F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan's on his feet Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya daughter on the street I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it Now n****s die in the car, my whole whip had it I worked too hard to let a n**** have it So I pack the A******** for the sideline static, yeah We ain't got s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your way to Gilmore In the middle of the real war 'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for I make a million out, yeah I don't care about a muthaf***a out there My heart cold and my wrist rock And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop |
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