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Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that
Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed Keep thinkin' its a game get your man tooks I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook Blood money album drop, hell broke loose All the drama ain't no tellin' who I'm gonna shoot Check my motherfuckin' resume Catch Hav where the motherfuckin' cheddar be Slide through with your own risk Chain gat on the train with your low bitch Tears drop cause death is a tear jerker Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder It's foul how they took out Tookie All this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie Smoke it, mmm, that's a slow toke Liquor for the homies, gonna small toast I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I smoke that nigga like a purple stick Smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp Elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is Plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep Put the pipe down, pick up the CD, in a hood near you We got all the things, they sell they couch and they TVs Just so they can get a few tokes of the dope New shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin' new laws So they can ban us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck Twisted, twisted and they throwin' up, they nauseous Because it the Porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing We got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone And love when we re-up I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, sqeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no |
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| 3:57 |
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Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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| 3:57 |
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Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that
I don't got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin' back You can have me a P.O. absolute and it's a rap It's a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped No, I won't say your name 'cause it just put you on the map And I ain't, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that Shorty love the way I swing my game, I got a better bat Know I'm lethal with this rap shit, c'mon baby holla back Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain't no stoppin' that I don't sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap Spit a verse,then I eventually watch the cheddar stack I'm shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like it's a got to get slack This a standin' ovation for homey with a Tek clap F that, we takin' over baby and that's that Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can't stand rap I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me Yeah, gun powder resi' on the sleeve of my Pele I had to burn my leather and toss 'My Buddy' Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly I had to cut the ringer like, "Fuck e'rybody" Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali Lay low for a month or so gettin' very high Where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones Back on the East Coast I bury now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it So niggaz started grillin' me Like they was gon' take my things So I assumed I had to set it Now it's blood splashed all on the ice in my jewelery They don't know who did it 'cause I did it smoothly Take my ass back to Queens, it's not like I look for trouble It seems trouble always finds me, then I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me Look, I got tons of old beef and a brand new forty A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me A high-priced lawyer just in case a nigga snap And can't take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap A horrible splatter in a matter of a second Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it My crew greater, yeah, I'm talkin' to you hater I'm too major, two-tone blue gator New blazer, big gun, little razor So raise up, that ain't how your momma raised ya They wire-tappin' to hear somethin', they ear-hustlin' They won't bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him It's nothin', there's more 'mati's at the spot One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot Stash box, with the nine magnum with a wop I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me |
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| 4. |
| 4:02 |
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That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode
Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through Oh, ya man live out here, don't go and get comfortable Don't know what he told you ain't sweet around here And I don't care what he told you ain't sweet around here See you riding that infinity, now that's not fair What's that a 2006? Okay Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us Letting' that slide's not up for debate Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait She don't know right now but trust me the bitch bait I won't get all in the business that shorty is mad cool My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here You ask me all these rappers is bums Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse We emerge on the scene Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so But once we get in the air that's a wrap bro Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have fans New York, New York, we the kings of the dam We party too much and smoke too much grass And we never see the bright side we only see the bad Fuck all that, it's a lot of niggas dead And I won't let ?em get me how they got them Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', "Where the money at?" My hood Southside, riders ride that's right Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know Shit it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it yo Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat I ain't say wassup to you, nigga you don't know me I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here |
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| 5. |
| 3:11 |
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<i>[Havoc]</i>
C'mon, yeah yo, it's all about the murders and the killings Bitches they catch feelings, niggaz mixin' Business with pleasure won't measure, will it? Summer's my home skillet, just came home from penet' I tried to look out for him, now I can't fuck with him He had distorted vision, thought I ain't deserve this How he the streets, and I ain't put no work in Nigga I ain't lock you and take all your years You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made I ain't complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid Yeah I'm up, boilin' blood to see me bust Even worse they ask for help, like I'm the Red Cross I don't knock niggaz when they down, I try to lift 'em But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em Can't happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw) It's a ten year road, but niggaz ain't tryin' to hear it <i>[Hook: Havoc - 2X]</i> Orders that we makin', they be takin' too easy Niggaz can't get any money cause they palms so greasy Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be Niggaz better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely <i>[Prodigy]</i> You listenin' to the world's most Infamous This is different than what you used to Them other niggaz, they ain't killin' it We come through militant, niggaz be grillin' it Screwin' up they face, but my adrenaline Is at a maximum, I can't be touched Just as soon niggaz move, niggaz get tore up We so confidant in ourselves, it's not fair While you still tryin' to overcome your childhood fears We settin' up shop, takin' over the blocks In e'ry hood, e'ry boy, and e'ry girl gon' cop Now we chillin' in, new airplanes and Rolls Royces My watch is my president - and guess who's the first lady? Yeah, my big fat princess cut She a little overweight, but I love her so much So charged up right now, you niggaz better stop If I squeeze we gon' breeze to the top of the charts <i>[Hook: Havoc - 2X]</i> |
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| 3:06 |
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It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes On the kid; they all wanna touch On a nigga skin, they love me so much They all got P on they brain And at the show they do anything to get backstage Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks." Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch Just help me get down with the G-unit!" Man, little groupies, they make me sick You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel - unless we grip And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah) Shorty, hit me high then hit me low You get around girl, I know I seen your face before Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass You was at the last show with your backstage pass [repeat] Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga I'm trying to fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga I'll tear it up, in the tele you'll be loving a nigga I'll work that, work that. yeah, I'll work that, work that It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage Harder than the politician on the campaign No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring Face fuck, girl go for broke So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat Then Havoc on the floor I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show Half-ass dress, smelling like sex Dried up nutt on her neck They don't call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing We destroy good girls; send them home with pussy soft from fucking Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus Here's the hot line bitch, call us Shorty, hit me high then hit me low You get around girl, I know I seen your face before Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass You was at the last show with your backstage pass [repeat] |
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| 3:08 |
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Yeah
[Chorus: Havoc] If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me Don't play games, jus' give it to me baby The waitin' is drivin' me crazy You can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight I'm gon' give it to you baby I ain't playin' games I'ma give it to you baby The waiting's been drivin' you crazy Your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight Yo Girl quit playin' why you tryin' to stall me Not on the first night come on that shit corny I'm tired of finger fuckin' this phone Phone calls bore me you got me horny Is you against me or is you for me Is you into dick pleasin' if so you leavin' Cell phones off so they won't be ringin' Might aswell get off when you get home you beastin' Motherfucker already think you cheatin' Homie wouldda cried then give him a reason I'm tired of you tellin' me how he's cheatin' Girl don't get mad get even [Chorus] Don't hurt nobody when you move that thang You a make a nigga jus' lose his brain When you make that ass clap and swing your hips Put your head in my lap then lick your lips Come on dip baby dip, yeah I'm about my pimp With a whole lotta ice twenty-fours on my whip You can all take a trip the after party Thirty two room mansion and ten garages Make a home flick, how them real minages So tell your girls it's just me and my partners We don't throw dollaz we start with twenty's And there's more where that came from, come get with It, yeah [Chorus] Yo yo I just wanna get you hot and wet I'm so seductive I make 'um fiend for the sex I just wanna stroke your brain For the first half hour then I smoke your thang This is exclusive sex we a star couple On the lee-low though we too much trouble And your friend's is hot, and my friend's is the shit We can have our own private party at the crib The haze the licks, your legs can sit On top of my shoulders while I'm goin' in Yeah I talk dirty and we jus' met But you feelin' the vibe you gotta admit [Chorus] |
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| 4:25 |
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[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You want to be who? You can't be me Shorty gave me that ass on GP Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon And there ain't that much room for all us Limited space, the game like a tour bus I won't break, I just take, take and take Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities Ain't my fort챕 makin' pennies They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's Like ???, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em The AK'll do em, like nobody ??? 'em Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot [Hook: Havoc - 2X] We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click [Tony Yayo] It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt I'm in that two-door Range Stormer My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone Listen homes, everything glisten homes Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago My connect is a Cuban named Flaco With my aim, you a human taco Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah [Hook: Havoc - 2X] [Prodigy] You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk One, two, three hundred shots Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block Old people, the pets and the kids Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P If they could kill me, believe me, they would That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good When them street, lights, come on nigga You best, have, your gun on nigga Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl) As soon as I walk up, or drive-by [Hook: Havoc - 2X] |
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| 4:17 |
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Yeah
Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose It's been along time comin' I done paid my dues Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news I know a lot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to Around the same time KRS was writin' Black Cop I was busy tryin' to pump cracks in the black blocks Poppin' shit to my homeys about how my gat pop Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock P ninety hold ten but I had six shots I used to walk around with it and risk gettin' knocked I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my hand Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you take a good look and look into my face And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space Som' I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to clean my slate And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin' The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson And clean my act up and go straight to perfection Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven Start everything from everything from heads to the worries And had half the hood damn near wanted to mirk us Found myself askin' God what the fuck is my purpose You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now homey if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates Tell the boss man we got beef And tell his only son, I'm a see him when I see him And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie For leavin' us out to dry on straight poverty For not showin' me no signs they watchin' over me Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit Nigga show me where the cash at The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits Man my life is painful, pray to angels I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin' Ain't nobody gon' save you In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit We dealin' within, these survival times Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood |
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| 4:25 |
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M J be, M O be be Fifty, it's alright
Your love's in 187 baby it's alright, it's alright When we beefin' we ain' speakin' Feels like I'm dyin' inside but it's alright Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life Come to me runnin' trust me baby I make it right You with me lil' mama, let's breeze lil' mama We start with a lil' bit and take it to a lotta that Love gettin' hotter you can if you wanna Have it all it's yours just ask and you got it The trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks I do these things for you 'cause you my done Girl, feel special 'cause I don't spend Nuttin' but time with certain other broads I rip You belong in minks, bracelets and rings Not handcuffs forget about that locket chain And just leave lil' mama, this P lil' mama I ain't them, I'm me lil' mama My baby, you crazy and I'm hooked Your body right, your smile light up the room That man you got, that nigga's a fool Guess one man's trash is the next man's jewel This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance When we first middle sex fif, knew that you was that chick Wooly sayin' holla at her, whip sayin' girl get in Remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress Asked if she had a man, couldn't tell if no or yes Hell, I just dipped her number and talked more When I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues Who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice Last one before that, found out homie had a wife Looked so secure, but yet so delicate Can't come back in the crib without a search for evidence Baby girl, I ain't here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you Ain't your fool model them other dudes don't deserve you What you tryin' to do, scare me off and leave you low Funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone The accuser got me curious, I asked who it was He like the 'Sold-a-soul' man, who the fuck you 'cause? I'm out This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance Every time I hurt you it's because of what someone else Has done to me and I know it's not really fair No I just can't trust you 'cause I just got outta something And I'm running, boy you know that I'm running scared You treat me so good that it's just too good to be true And I don't think that I really deserve To be treated like a woman should 'cause I been so hurt in the past I'm still carryin' bags This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance We can ball to the fullest baby (It's alright, it's alright) You can style if you want, go ahead stunt (It's alright, it's alright) If it's diamonds you like go ahead pick 'em up (It's alright, it's alright) Get the first Bentley spurs His & Hers (It's alright, it's alright) |
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| 4:01 |
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[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s I splurge with it, im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin` If theres money to be made, i`m all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Havoc Verse] You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license Shot high prices, shook all vices Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip 10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin` them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Prodigy Verse] Listen.. You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD My Range alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years i`m so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out I got a team of dimes they all dogged out Ray the line, you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy... |
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[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha) We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!) [50 Cent]: You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know how I do my thang) I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burnin that backwood Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho' I got the info you already know Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go I bang I shine I play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just lookin for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it |
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