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from 50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003)
(50 Cent)
New York City You are now riding With 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I gotta ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (50 Cent) If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers in Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? And in the bed if I use my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we can go do what you like, I know you like that (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (50 Cent) Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? Are you mad 'cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? Are you my soul mate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at ya' trying figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans girl we make mistakes To make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (Nate Dogg) Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us |
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from 50 Cent - 21 Questions [single] (2006)
(50 Cent)
New York City You are now riding With 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I gotta ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (50 Cent) If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers in Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? And in the bed if I use my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we can go do what you like, I know you like that (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (50 Cent) Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? Are you mad 'cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? Are you my soul mate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at ya' trying figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans girl we make mistakes To make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (Nate Dogg) Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us |
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from 50 Cent - 21 Questions [single] (2006)
(50 Cent)
New York City You are now riding With 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I gotta ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (50 Cent) If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers in Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? And in the bed if I use my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we can go do what you like, I know you like that (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (50 Cent) Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? Are you mad 'cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? Are you my soul mate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at ya' trying figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans girl we make mistakes To make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile (Nate Dogg) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl (Nate Dogg) Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
50 bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaZ gonna remember my name 50 (repeat) Yo black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that clap me He ain't the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you try'na get your ass layed out in gilmore Yes we soldiers, remind me of Troy and E-Bags When they came through they hollad like "What up Conrad?" Grimey niggaz they loved to get gully Summer time still had on black gloves and scullies The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread Them niggaZ from Philly would of called him an old head But he an OG remind me of ChaZ and Bump real low key Sounded like he didn't know nothing about drama For this money shit many men do trauma Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass The bulletproof glass was rolled up on the S-Class Heard in DC he kept mad blocks in order Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his spot from constop Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project changed His man just got fucking murked by Salene Heard he got it in the range nigga came popped one in his brain Over some-thing took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back Bow down baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What! I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his eyes Comin up wise emotions closed An' most buying round looking for wisemen toast Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More They sellin herion in Maryland reverse back to diesel Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only ment more cream First it was him and his brother now he got a team Went from 5 and a half grams to living the dream City pulled up Goddamn you know his format Bentley is all marble in the door and floor match Get the hats out the stash box popped two glocks Peace "All eyeZ on me" 2pac Everybody knows he a boss he still gotta floss He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north That's Dime in the blue TS stunting like he Nicky Barnes He broke but he talk like a Don Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitin cat Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack I peep his style son I know his steelo, He on the d-low He smile at niggaZ mumbling fuck you in Creole Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger Hold the iron horiZontally and send shots throug h ya Few niggaZ tried to murk him, most them got found Some turned away try to run they in wheelchairs now Banks hopped out bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat Got out a Black Hummer he blew 90 on that Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that lets go |
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from 50 Cent - The New Breed [single] (2005)
(50 Cent)
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-UNIT! (Lloyd Banks) This rap shit plays a major part of my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin' Swimmin' in barrels of money Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin' Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen The physical presence of a female, form of a demon That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' 'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'? You trippin', more records could get my ass in position Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards (Tony Yayo) You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you "Cheche, get the Yayo" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail "Cheche, get the Yayo" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble I'll make your money double Cook me in baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man into a hater Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards You tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (50 Cent) You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you The shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin' Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon) Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin' I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my contestants As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain" Bellagio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga you see me! I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back 'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat You pussy Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit Pussy, lets get it poppin' G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit! |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in Relapse you fat bitch, don't ever try that again All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin' But we have a bond and its not to be broken We got a love thing where you try to leave me But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me I heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl But boy, oh boy, fuckin' wit me is a whole 'nother world After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin' I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing" Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm fuckin' with you I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy We got a love thing where you try to leave me But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a fuckin' fiend Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should It was written long before, it was carved in a tree Forever me and you baby we were meant to be There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes We got a love thing where you try to leave me But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? [Verse 1 : 50 Cent] Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into They money I aquire mama make it all simple Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars" Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire The world is still turning, my records are still earnin' Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Oh give it (give it) baby (baby) give it (give it) oh baby give it (give it) baby (baby) give it give it baby (oh baby) [Verse 2 : 50 Cent] Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time When I smile your smile should be as big as mines Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Oh give it (give it) baby (baby) give it (give it) oh baby give it (give it) baby (baby) baby baby (oh baby) what ya gonna give me back your gonna make me fall in love OH |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
Shorty you aint gotta tick tock just move it to the side If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride It goes up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its only night I know what you like And I just had a break yall Good Evening Ladies I tell you from the start I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park There's lots of activities fun things to do And now I find my pleasure in pleasing you Some rides go fast some rides go slow If your heights went up high yeah I go low It tastes so sweet let's dig in cotton candy You can carry the weight we can start in a family It's a perfect time for a magic trick Girl you know there's no fun without the magic stick Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat Applause now it's the first half of my act Started as a pimp now I'm more like a mat I don't need your paper just don't fuck with my stats Oh it's like that Yeah it's like that Shorty you aint gotta tick tock just move it to the side If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride It goes up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its only night I know what you like And I just had a break yall Now you can ride the horse around the carousel Explosions Trojans all in the hotel Put me to the test girl I don't fail Now work it out Without a doubt There's plenty water rising I'm sure it'll get you wet in the pot Have your luster's seduction considered or not Throw a hoop around the bottle I'll be your teddy bear Whatever color you like you know I don't care I really want to thank you for attending this affair Now go and come with your friends to come have fun here I smile when I speak put up your hands sincere And your pass is valid all summer my dear So watch everything that you can always return There's so many tricks to the trade you should learn Suck that Lick that Swallow that lollipop Forget that Brick that Ride it non stop Shorty you aint gotta tick tock just move it to the side If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride It goes up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its only night I know what you like And I just had a break yall |
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from G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You [single] (2004)
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either dont eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be He might send for yall before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you dont need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need i shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a f**k! you can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole f**kin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E Hook x2
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from G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You [single] (2004)
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either dont eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be He might send for yall before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you dont need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need i shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a f**k! you can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole f**kin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E Hook x2
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me, I'll be aight Niggaz can waste ten while firin at me Cause I'm God's child, there's angels around me [Young Buck] Life's a bitch and then you die, this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week, or snatch this purse Clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani My eyes bloodshot red, I'm high but LET'S RIDE! I ain't scared, if I die it was meant to be He might send for you, before he send for me Gun-butt you with the back of the baretta The three-fifty-seven or, the black mac-11 We drive bulletproof Coupes nigga, go on take your shot We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for y'all You can run but they comin through them country walls Bang dropped me off and show me where he live at Think he tough? I'ma put six in his six-pack When you hear that click-clack bitch better get back quick One to the chest make niggaz do backflips [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] You don't think I know you niggaz want me to get murked Get lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed shirt Cold with two to the dome - the little niggaz don't get to see Disneyland, they'll settle for a funeral home You don't need hoes to know that the lead's hot I'm prepared for anything tonight as long as it's not a headshot The bigger the rim, the bigger the tire Hollow tips'll make him feel like a nigga on fire Everybody gotta go, it's the truth So I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggaz in wheelchairs, eye patches and crutches Arm |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
<b>50 Cent</b>
Something special Unforgettable 50 Cent-Cent Justin-tin Timbaland-land Goddamn, damn She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that it's right here for her I wanna see her break it down I'm ballin', throwin' money around She a workin girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money, money, she makin', makin' Look at the way she shakin', shakin' Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it now Don't stop, get it, get it The way she shakin' make you want to hit it Think she double jointed from the way she splitted Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it She's so much more than you're used to She knows just how to move to seduce you She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop <b>50 Cent and Justin Timberlake</b> She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her On the late night till daylight, the club jumpin' If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you <b>50 Cent</b> Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop Make it rain for her so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In her fantasy, it's plain to see Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking All into my set sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch till the club close Watchin' her do her thing on all fours Now that that there should be against the law From side to side, let the ride break it down-down-down You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you |
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from 50 Cent - Ayo Tehnology [single] (2007)
<b>50 Cent</b>
Something special Unforgettable 50 Cent-Cent Justin-tin Timbaland-land Goddamn, damn She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that it's right here for her I wanna see her break it down I'm ballin', throwin' money around She a workin girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money, money, she makin', makin' Look at the way she shakin', shakin' Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it now Don't stop, get it, get it The way she shakin' make you want to hit it Think she double jointed from the way she splitted Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it She's so much more than you're used to She knows just how to move to seduce you She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop <b>50 Cent and Justin Timberlake</b> She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her On the late night till daylight, the club jumpin' If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you <b>50 Cent</b> Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop Make it rain for her so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In her fantasy, it's plain to see Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking All into my set sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch till the club close Watchin' her do her thing on all fours Now that that there should be against the law From side to side, let the ride break it down-down-down You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you |
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from Cool & Style With Shining Touch Beatz (2007)
<b>50 Cent</b>
Something special Unforgettable 50 Cent-Cent Justin-tin Timbaland-land Goddamn, damn She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that it's right here for her I wanna see her break it down I'm ballin', throwin' money around She a workin girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money, money, she makin', makin' Look at the way she shakin', shakin' Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it now Don't stop, get it, get it The way she shakin' make you want to hit it Think she double jointed from the way she splitted Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it She's so much more than you're used to She knows just how to move to seduce you She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop <b>50 Cent and Justin Timberlake</b> She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her On the late night till daylight, the club jumpin' If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you <b>50 Cent</b> Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop Make it rain for her so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In her fantasy, it's plain to see Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking All into my set sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch till the club close Watchin' her do her thing on all fours Now that that there should be against the law From side to side, let the ride break it down-down-down You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you |
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from 50 Cent - Ayo Technology (2007)
Something special
Unforgetable 50 Cent cent Justin tin Timbaland land god damn damn She she she want it I want to give it to her She know that it's right here for her I want to see her break it down I'm ballin' throw'n money around She work it girl she work the pole She break it down she take it low She fine as hell she about the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money money she makin' makin' Look at the way she shakin' shakin' Make you want to touch it make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her go crazy face it Now don't stop get it get it The way she shakin' make you want to hit it Think she double jointed from the way she splitted Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it She's so much more than you're used to She know's just how to move to seduce you She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop She always ready when you want it she want it Like a nympho the info I show you where to meet her On the late night till daylight the club jumpin' If you want a good time she gone give you what you want Let me talk to ya Baby it's a new age you're like my new craze Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here you got me saying Aayoo I'm tired of using technology why don't you sit down on top of me Aayoo I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh ooh she wants it uh uh she wants it Ooh ooh she wants it soo I got to give it to her Ooh ooh she wants it uh uh she wants it Ooh ooh she wants it soo I got to give it to her Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick the way she make it pop Make it rain for us so she don't stop I ain't got to move I can sit and watch In her fantasy there's plain to see Just how it be on me backstrokin' sweat soaking All into my set sheets When she ready to ride I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch till the club close What should I do one thing on all fours Now that that shit should be against the law From side to side let the ride break it down down down You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around Different style different move damn I like the way you move Girl you got me thinking about all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen Let me talk to ya Baby it's a new age you're like my new craze Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here you got me saying Aayoo I'm tired of using technology why don't you sit down on top of me Aayoo I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh ooh she wants it uh uh she wants it Ooh ooh she wants it soo I got to give it to her Ooh ooh she wants it uh uh she wants it Ooh ooh she wants it soo I got to give it to her Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you |
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from 50 Cent - Baby By Me [single] (2009)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Shawty said take it off, I take it off Climb right outta my clothes Want me to break you off, I break you off Till your love come down on them walls I’m extremely focused when I’m strokin’ I bet I’ll get you open I’ll leave your headboard broken, you think I’m jokin’ I bet I’ll get ya open First it’s her neck, yea then her back Yea I’m a freak, I get into all that Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star Till ya had enough then I just need a lil’ bit more New music new move new position New erotic sounds is goin’ down now listen I can hear your heartbeat your sweatin’ I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper I told ya I’d get ya I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe Your sex drive it match my sex drive Then we be movin’ as fast as a Nascar ride Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tounge baby, I’ll leave you sprung baby I’ll have ya head spinnin’ sayin 50 so crazy Shawty said take it off, I take it off Climb right outta my clothes Want me to break you off, I break you off Till your love come down on them walls I’m extremely focused when I’m strokin’ I bet I’ll get you open I’ll leave your headboard broken, you think I’m jokin’ I bet I’ll get ya open Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire |
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from 50 Cent - Baby By Me (2009)
Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open First it's her neck, yeah, then her back Yeah, I'm a freak, I get into all that Girl I perform for you, like a porno star 'Til you had enough then I just need a lil' bit more New music, new move, new position New erotic sounds is goin' down, now listen I can hear your heartbeat, your sweatin' I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper I told you I'd get you I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter, maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then we be movin' as fast as a NASCAR ride Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tounge baby, I'll leave you sprung baby I'll have your head spinnin' sayin, "50 so crazy" Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin? I bet I'll get ya open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Girl, I want you to gimme what you got, then gimme more Baby, you can start on top, or all fours You know I like it, when you get into it Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated Drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on a regular Tell me what you want shawty, that's what I'mma get for you I need you to give what I need, more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me reason to breath I need you, I'm tellin' you so now you know what I need I be your part-time or full-time lover, significant-other No matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter Girl, you can get it however you want to get it I'm feelin your style, I'm tellin' you right now, I'm with it Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin', I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken, You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open First it's her neck, yeah, then her back Yeah, I'm a freak, I get into all that Girl I perform for you, like a porno star 'Til you had enough then I just need a lil' bit more New music, new move, new position New erotic sounds is goin' down, now listen I can hear your heartbeat, your sweatin' I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper I told you I'd get you I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter, maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then we be movin' as fast as a NASCAR ride Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tounge baby, I'll leave you sprung baby I'll have your head spinnin' sayin, "50 so crazy" Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin? I bet I'll get ya open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Girl, I want you to gimme what you got, then gimme more Baby, you can start on top, or all fours You know I like it, when you get into it Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated Drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on a regular Tell me what you want shawty, that's what I'mma get for you I need you to give what I need, more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me reason to breath I need you, I'm tellin' you so now you know what I need I be your part-time or full-time lover, significant-other No matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter Girl, you can get it however you want to get it I'm feelin your style, I'm tellin' you right now, I'm with it Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin', I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken, You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(50 Cent)
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit! (Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent) Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need Now shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up Girl shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up (Chorus - 50 Cent) Baby you got Hips that hypnotize When you walk I can't help but watch you shake I love the way you shake (Baby you got) Hips that make a nigga fantasize I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got) Some kinda control on me Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got) My imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) It's something about your style, it's something about your smile It's something about you making me want you right now If you don't like me, then don't listen to me Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes I'm a professional when I become sexual You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty Come ride on my roller coaster Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin' Foreplay, you can have it your way I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game I have you saying "slow down baby" (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Young Buck) Baby it's hard to look and don't touch Girl the way you strut dressed in your Von Dutch I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body I'm parked outside in the blue Denali There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl You need a thug that can handle that One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh Don't hurt nobody baby When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy I done been around the world, and I finally found ya Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!) (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks) Baby you've got a hell of a first impression Making me wanna ask you a personal question Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?" Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok You got a body like Nicole ray, hey I need a drink, I'll be right back But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?" "Sure it does, now have some more" I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love You move like you work in a strip club (Chorus) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!
(Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent) Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need Now shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up Girl shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up (Chorus - 50 Cent) Baby you got Hips that hypnotize When you walk I can't help but watch you shake I love the way you shake (Baby you got) Hips that make a nigga fantasize I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got) Some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got) My imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) It's something about your style, it's something about your smile It's something about you making me want you right now If you don't like me, then don't listen to me Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes I'm a professional when I become sexual You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty Come ride on my roller coaster Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin' Foreplay, you can have it your way I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game I have you saying "slow down baby" (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Young Buck) Baby it's hard to look and don't touch Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body I'm parked outside in the blue Denali There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl You need a thug that can handle that One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh Don't hurt nobody baby When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy I done been around the world, and I finally found ya Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!) (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks) Baby you've got a hell of a first impression Making me wanna ask you a personal question Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?" Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey I need a drink, I'll be right back But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?" "Sure it does, now have some more" I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love You move like you work in a strip club (Chorus) |
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from 50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003)
Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! G-Unit!
Haha... (Chorus) It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down. Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them Your succes is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that, if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade like to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectfull cuz to me you're a mistery I know niggas from your hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot ha, ha pussy... (Chorus) It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down. "This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud Southside till I die, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game shorty, to rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child Them niggas they just suck, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you man" Now stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own... bad guy Bad guy. (Chorus) It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down. I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extored It ain't over...G-Unit! I've been patiently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for you life well you done heard bout them guns I done bought, right? I ain't going nowhere, I done told you nigga I'm a G-Unit muthafuckin' soldier nigga They not gon like you I know, I know... haha G-Unit! "Oh, no he didn't say anything about Ja. Okay? Ja is my boo. Okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody. And y'all know! Big things come in small packages! Holla! Now, everything was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture. They better not put they hands on Jeffrey. Okay? 'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12-degree pink belt. Okay? I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery. Okay? 'Cause see, they don't know me. Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so. 'Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him and I will Jet Li his ass. Whoo-doo!" |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news (Lloyd Banks) I think little man mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here that the horses have Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all sweet like 99 bananas That's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I'm just a playa that found out where the cokes know That's why I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the 5th grade that's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade (Chorus) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again) (Tony Yayo) Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop, know their daily routine So the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please 3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time 5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep 8th meet in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes 9th rule don't say shit cause Po-Po listen Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system And the 10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading (Chorus) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) (50 cent) Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence level's high nigga can't tell Licking my lips at yo' bitch like I'm L L I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail From day one I came in the game they said I was hot They got scared, "Cent got money", and I got shot You so much pressure on me when you compare me to Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies you scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, know not to play with my check I come through with my knife cut that vein on ur neck (YEAH!) (Chorus) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
"Be A Gentleman"
(Chorus) It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that) Cuz Jesus Christ can't save you when you on ganster prey (50 Cent) Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish to fry Since 'How to Rob' a lot of niggas been naming names Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game Still niggas acting like I don't get down or something Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something You gonna talk about your chips till we run in your crib And you gone ask dumb questions like "Can I Live?" Look, If I shoot you, I'm famous If you shoot me your brainless, you said it yourself I'm slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you Swift enough to snatch the mack and pop that at you Take it personal see if I won't send you to hell I've done told Ton and Pok? they better have my bail But if its over a mil don't put the crib up dun Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run (Chorus 2x) It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh, nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend (bo! bo! bo! bo! bo!...It's gangsta) (50 Cent) Look I'm supposed to be cocky, I ain't a po' no mo' I ain't gotta steal from the corna' store no mo' Got my own crib, I ain't sleepin' on the flo' no mo' Bouncers don't try to play me at the do' no mo' But when they see me they say search him "He might have the nine He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne" It's been a while since a new nigga came tight like this Ya man, he aight, but he ain't quite like this Niggas is feelin' it The Benz pullin up on the set (uh huh) Me jumpin out 30 tho on my neck (uh huh uh huh) And since you said it was nothin' to sweat (what) That you was outta line so here's what you get A verbal ass kickin' Jesus Christ sent me to test ya Let's see how see how he act's under pressure Till Makaveli returns it's 'All Eyez On Me' Till the feds build up cases and find pie's on me (Chorus 2x) It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh bwahh, bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend (bo! bo! bo!, It's gangsta) It's gangsta, 2000 shit (Echoing) Ya'll know what you need to do, get together, make a We Are The World record, faggot ass niggas) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass [50 Cent] Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra You don't wanna bang wit the best I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin Eight outta eight on movin targets You run? You still dyin Check my resume, I am oh so loco Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco [Chorus - 50 cent] Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks [young buck] There once was some niggas that tried to murda me I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard A couple chest wounds0will make a nigga change his heart I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar Let's get it poppin' [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks These niggas tellin' out the blue So you hang em off the bridge At least they'll have to helicopter you The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown That's why them little niggas in the projects love me You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues I don't even freestyle for free I gave em a break, flew over seas But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga [Chorus] [Verse Two: Young Buck] Uhh, they never seen 26's on Hummer My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!) G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell Always in trouble, you can blame my mother Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak G-Unit! [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!) Don't take much to make my gun go off One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!) If you don't know you betta ask who I be Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me? From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit Same forty-cally glock, same full clip Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me [Chorus] |
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from 50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003)
(50 Cent)
G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em Buck (50 Cent) 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't fuckin' playin' I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain Fo' I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn) See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out) Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out) Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn) When witnesses around, they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn) My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that) I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at) (Chorus 2x) I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though (Young Buck) I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida') I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya) When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya) Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's You better stay in line bro' (in line bro') Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro') Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for) I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us) And I admit it, I live it I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa' (Chorus 2x) (50 Cent) My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin' And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey) They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me) When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn) If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn) But if you get away and come back another day My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn) Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn) Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn) Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn) (Chorus 2x) |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
Yea uh huh
I like the way that feel ) I built you up , what If ever I fall down N' I need you to pick me up Promise me you be around Hold me down I build you up Listen if you let me, I'll b the reason you shine It's a secret, I want the world to know dat you mine But on sum real shit, communications could be better So I'm writin' this song instead of a love letter. They gon play it on da radio a hundred times a day I figure, when you hear it, you gon stop n think of me I wanna get to know you, and b the reason you Smile Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get Down When times are tough, tell me dat I'm special Not rap, I mean me, dat I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girls best friend Precious stones, could you put me befo' them If so, I'll see to it dat they'll always around Nothin, but da best, now how does dat sound If I drop a jewel when we talk, you can keep it Girl, you on my mind all da time, dat's a secret, shhhh Baby, I build you up Girl, if I, have a show, I'd have you by my side Girl, I build you up Girl, I need to know fa sho, you mine Girl, I need to know fa sho, you mine Girl I think about you hopin' that u feel tha same way, or is it just ma imagination again runnin' away? If you ready to ride, girl come on, let's roll G5, how I fly, 'ma lets go It was hard to measure da pleasure of havin' you in my presence Yo smile makes me smile, I show you my style We can shop a lil bit, I'll pick out sum shit One pair at a time, till yo shoe game sick Now who knows, what the future holds We be together prolly, fo betta or for worse Like Whitney and Bobby If you wanna play house, we can play house then But wait.. why pretend when you can move in Befo I'll be yo buddy in bed, lemme be yo best friend Girl it's mo' then lust, I want yo trust You keep it reel wit me, I keep it reel wit'chu 'Cause I know wit'chu by my side, there's nothin' I can't do Baby, I build you up Girl, if I, have a show, I'd have you by my side Girl, I build you up Girl, I need to know fa sho, you mine When you up when you down If you smile, if you frown I'll b wit'chu baby La La La.................. Baby, I build you up Girl, if I, have a show, I'd have you by my side Girl, I build you up Girl, I need to know fa sho, you mine When you up when you down If you smile, if you frown I'll b wit'chu baby La La La.................. |
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from All I Need...In Summer (2007)
50 Cent
Uh huh Ciara I'm focused man Darkchild You should know this man Wooo Yes one dose of me will have you addicted To know me is to love me I handle my business Any city any town touch down I do my thing I'm a hustler baby I provide by any means I'm a bring conversations You should know what I'm about When you look at me baby you should see a way out Out the hood out the drama out the Bentley Azure Out the headache and stress you done been through before It's only been three months and I already got it bad So hooked that I keep on comin' back girlfriends tellin' me I don't know how to act But I'm tellin' them baby bye fall back He's so good and he knows how to love me But so hood and he's so heavy in the streets He's my dude and you better get used to things And I don't care what you say about me They say That he does it with the best Runs it in the west Padding on his chest uh huh I like it so what I like it And they say That he's gonna hurt me Just wait and see but they don't know me Cause I am what he wants His girl and I love it I can't leave' em alone I tried that good boy game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he knows what I want So bad I love that I can't leave' em alone I can't leave' em alone I tried that game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave' em alone So when I had a good guy he didn't do that much for me Tried to be hard but that he could never be Always tell me that no one could compare to me But couldn't matter when other guy was staring at me Now the time plays back so everyone could look at me From the A to hills up in Beverly He's so fly that he knows how to carry me First class when they talk we don't hear what they say That he does it with the best Runs it in the west Padding on his chest uh huh I like it so what I like it And they say That he's gonna hurt me Just wait and see but they don't know me Cause I am what he wants His girl and I love it I can't leave' em alone I tried that good boy game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he knows what I want So bad I love that I can't leave' em alone I can't leave' em alone I tried that game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave' em alone The more I get the more my ambition tell me there's more I'll move a A for that girl I'll move ahead on that boy Then I flip that double up kick back cuddle up Ya friends try to confuse but you know what My intentions are good I can't help it I'm hood I wouldn't change if I could you shouldn't tell me I should Baby you should take me as I am An be happy your my girl cause I'm happy I'm ya man I can hear his call It just takes one call I'll come running yeah Boy I promise I will be here for you All my heart it belongs to you I can't lose you yeah Boy I just can't leave you alone I can't leave' em alone I tried that good boy game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he knows what I want So bad I love that I can't leave' em alone I can't leave' em alone I tried that game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave' em alone I can't leave' em alone I tried that good boy game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he knows what I want So bad I love that I can't leave' em alone I can't leave' em alone I tried that game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave' em alone |
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from Ciara - The Evolution (2006)
50 Cent Uh huh Ciara I'm focused man Darkchild You should know this man Wooo Yes one dose of me will have you addicted To know me is to love me I handle my business Any city any town touch down I do my thing I'ma hustler baby I provide by any means I'ma bring conversations You should know what i'm about When you look at me baby you should see a way out Out the hood out the drama out the Bentley Azure Out the headache and stress you done been through before It's only been three months and I already got it bad So hooked that I keep on comin' back My girlfriends tellin' me I don't know how to act But I'm tellin' them baby bye fall back He's so good and he knows how to love me But so hood and he's so heavy in the streets He's my dude and you better get used to things And I don't care what you say about me They say That he does it with the best Runs it in the west Padding on his chest uh huh I like it so what I like it And they say That he's gonna hurt me Just wait and see but they don't know me Cause I am what he wants His girl and I love it I can't leave 'em alone I tried that good boy game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he knows what I want So bad I love that I can't leave 'em alone I can't leave 'em alone I tried that game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave 'em alone So when I had a good guy he didn't do that much for me Tried to be hard but that he could never be Always tell me that no one could compare to me But couldn't matter when other guy was staring at me Now the time plays back so everyone could look at me From the A to hills up in Beverly He's so fly that he knows how to carry me First class when they talk we don't hear what they say That he does it with the best Runs it in the west Padding on his chest uh huh I like it so what I like it And they say That he's gonna hurt me Just wait and see but they don't know me Cause I am what he wants His girl and I love it I can't leave 'em alone I tried that good boy game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he knows what i want So bad I love that I can't leave 'em alone I can't leave 'em alone I tried that game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what i want So bad I love that I can't leave 'em alone The more I get the more my ambition tell me there's more I'll move a A for that girl I'll move ahead on that boy Then I flip that double up kick back cuddle up Ya friends try to confuse but you know what My intentions are good I can't help it I'm hood I wouldn't change if I could you shouldn't tell me I should Baby you should take me as I am An be happy your my girl cause I'm happy I'm ya man I can hear his call It just takes one call I'll come running yeah Boy I promise I will be here for you All my heart it belongs to you I can't lose you yeah Boy I just can't leave you alone I can't leave 'em alone I tried that good boy game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave 'em alone I can't leave 'em alone I tried that game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave 'em alone I can't leave 'em alone I tried that good boy game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave 'em alone I can't leave 'em alone I tried that game But the dope boys turning me on It's just that he know what I want So bad I love that I can't leave 'em alone |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
Yeah
Uh huh So seductive I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop yea Boy wanna taste what I got uh huh I'll have you spending all you got c'mon Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa You could have it your way How do you want it You gonna back that thing up or should I push up on it Temperature rising ok Let's go to the next level Dance floor jam packed hot as a tea kettle I break it down for you now baby it's simple If you be a nympho I be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park it's whatever you into Got the magic stick I'm the love doctor Have your friends teaching you about how strong I got you When you show me what you working baby No problem Get on top get your bounce around like a lowrider I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat you could play with the stick I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl not in your hand I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa Girl what we do what we do And where we do and where we do The things we do things we do Are just between me and you oh yeah Give it to me baby nice and slow Climb on top ride like you in a rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before Cuz I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door she kept pulling on my zipper It's like a race who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs Had me thinking about that ass after I'm gone I touched the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off she like it from behind So seductive you should see the way she whine Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind No she ain't stopping homie and I ain't stopping Dripping wet with sweat man it's on and popping All my champagne campaign bottle after bottle it's on And we gonna sip that heavy bubble is every bottle is gone I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot whoaa |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah... Uh huh So seductive [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can have it your way, how do you want it You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it Temperature risin, okay let's go to the next level Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a nympho, I'll be a nypmho In the hotel or in the back of the rental, On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teasin' you 'bout how sprung I gotcha Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha) [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop With one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia] Girl what we do (what we do) And where we do (and where we do) The things we do (things we do) Are just between me and you (oh yeah) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before 'Cause I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin' on my zipper It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone I touch the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she winds Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind As long as she ain't stoppin, homie I ain't stoppin' Drippin' wet with sweat man it's on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle it's on And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) |
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from Karaoke Official: Originals (Volume 1) (2011)
Yeah
Uh huh So seductive I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop (yea) Boy, wanna taste what I got (uh huh) I'll have you spending all you got (c'mon) Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa You could have it your way How do you want it? You gonna back that thing up or should I push up on it? Temperature rising, ok Let's go to the next level Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle I break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a nympho, I be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teaching you about how strong I got you When you show me what you working baby, No problem Get on top, get your bounce around like a low rider I'm a seasoned vet, when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick I'm trying to explain baby, the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hand (uh huh) I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa Girl what we do (what we do) And where we do (and where we do) The things we do (things we do) Are just between me and you, yea (oh yeah, yea) Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before Cuz I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door, she kept pulling on my zipper It's like a race, who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic, how erotic it is to watch her in thongs Had me thinking about that ass after I'm gone I touched the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she whine Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind No she ain't stopping homie and I ain't stopping Dripping wet with sweat, man it's on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on And we gonna sip that heavy bubble man, every bottle is gone I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see Devil 'round the corner [50 Cent] Is that my dawg, that slap that cat? Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel Will throw it all away, I see you later today You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo We could do it in broad daylight In front of the White House for all I care I blow your heart out your body sucka Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber Black ski mask, the Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on [Chorus] [50 Cent] Devil 'round the corner, corner |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see Devil 'round the corner [50 Cent] Is that my dawg, that slap that cat? Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel Will throw it all away, I see you later today You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo We could do it in broad daylight In front of the White House for all I care I blow your heart out your body sucka Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber Black ski mask, the Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on [Chorus] [50 Cent] Devil 'round the corner, corner |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Unstoppable
Incredible Impeccable It's it's the unit Woo woo u know how we do it Woo woo I make u dance to it Woo woo throw up your hands to it Go ahead call the cops come on Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (50 Cent:) I've got that bentley ferrary that lambo lean My car game crazy I can't be seen The aston bugatti the range and the rovs Got me freakin off with some high class hoes U know with me man anything goes I have shoty in the telly working all 3 hoes Jesuse I bet u won't bealive this unless I let u see this She deep throat my whole coock Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block Yeah I just happen to be what she likes She said I'm special I'm like yeah babe u right A lil goose a lil patrone tonight I have a club lookin like a fucking zoo aiight New music u can't confuse it with the other cliques or crews it's the unit Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Lloyd Banks:) Shorty came over I told her I can mould her Turn her to a rider rub it with a roler Hold up like a cobra hold her till she sober Fold her in positions so it's hard to bend over I'm a very special kind I can't let u shine These rappers out their mind don't come get'em make em rime Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line U can't get on my level that will take a lifetime And what I got at 25 it'll take ya life time And I don't care about crime as long as it's not mine And I'm a be fine I'm stronger then white line If ya girl ain't home till the early morn She's probably with the g-unit geting it on I told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong And we went at it all night long Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Tony Yayo:) For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg But I ain't trickin I ain't nelly and spitzaw Shake that ass drop it low like a striper Shake that ass drop it low like a striper I'm in love again on them drugs again Same club same spot same girls again Girls comin in and were poopin them bottles By 12 o'clock we be poopin them models Yeah for settle the club go crazy like uh uhh uhh baby Okay bottle of Jose shorty she the portion her friend like heyy Girl jump in watch me go 0 to 60 Take u to the rich slope off your miss sixtys I know u heard of 50 I know u heard of yay I steve nash this hoes pass them all day Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side It's easy man Belive me man This is the unit This is how we do it Banks yay 50 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Unstoppable
Incredible Impeccable It's it's the unit Woo woo u know how we do it Woo woo I make u dance to it Woo woo throw up your hands to it Go ahead call the cops come on Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (50 Cent:) I've got that bentley ferrary that lambo lean My car game crazy I can't be seen The aston bugatti the range and the rovs Got me freakin off with some high class hoes U know with me man anything goes I have shoty in the telly working all 3 hoes Jesuse I bet u won't bealive this unless I let u see this She deep throat my whole coock Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block Yeah I just happen to be what she likes She said I'm special I'm like yeah babe u right A lil goose a lil patrone tonight I have a club lookin like a fucking zoo aiight New music u can't confuse it with the other cliques or crews it's the unit Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Lloyd Banks:) Shorty came over I told her I can mould her Turn her to a rider rub it with a roler Hold up like a cobra hold her till she sober Fold her in positions so it's hard to bend over I'm a very special kind I can't let u shine These rappers out their mind don't come get'em make em rime Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line U can't get on my level that will take a lifetime And what I got at 25 it'll take ya life time And I don't care about crime as long as it's not mine And I'm a be fine I'm stronger then white line If ya girl ain't home till the early morn She's probably with the g-unit geting it on I told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong And we went at it all night long Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Tony Yayo:) For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg But I ain't trickin I ain't nelly and spitzaw Shake that ass drop it low like a striper Shake that ass drop it low like a striper I'm in love again on them drugs again Same club same spot same girls again Girls comin in and were poopin them bottles By 12 o'clock we be poopin them models Yeah for settle the club go crazy like uh uhh uhh baby Okay bottle of Jose shorty she the portion her friend like heyy Girl jump in watch me go 0 to 60 Take u to the rich slope off your miss sixtys I know u heard of 50 I know u heard of yay I steve nash this hoes pass them all day Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side It's easy man Belive me man This is the unit This is how we do it Banks yay 50 |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
Aight, check this shit out
Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car I'm'a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go I got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man? Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some get this money shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DA I sold dope in VA my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA I'll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case I'ma kill Guiliani It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes (Chorus - repeat 2X) NY ain't the same, it's OT playa you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down About my money man, about my money man |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[50 cent]
Yeah 50, I gave her books to read, feed her mind with knowledge, gave her street smarts, sh-t you can’t get in college, she’s a reflection of me, so you know she the sh-t, if imma star she a star, if Im rich she rich, thats my dog, I tell her stay she wanna go, i tell her go she wanna stay, thats my dog, you know a b-tch usually don’t mean nothing to me, thats right but thats my dog, i go left she go right, i go up she go down, she couldn’t listen now she aint around, so ungrateful screaming I hate you, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com she must got amnesia, b-tch I made you now, just think just think, that coulda been you, just think, that shoulda been you, yeah, with me I share the world with you, but you aint ride with a rider so I aint f-cking with you, [R-Kelly: Chorus] say say say girl, come here, no, you no, you, her yeah, you go, the reason you didnt get picked because you got your nose up your ass, you smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met your match, im smelling my sh-t too now how you like that, you coulda had this dude and anything you choose, and that girl you lose cos I aint f-cking with ya, shopping sprees drop top hat blowing in the wind, coulda been you, living lavish, instead its your girlfriend, but you tripping while we sipping, in the back of a big …. [50 cent] some say it hurts when you supposed to win and you lose, you were supposed to be sure baby, you was confused, i had a thang for ya, I had a ride for ya, house, cars, kids and a pet name for ya, p-ssy cat, I told you I’ll make it you ain’t believe, i guess coming up it was hard, it was easy to leave, I think about it maybe Im right, maybe im wrong, either way shorty life goes on, when your around my smiles a grin, my thoughts are a sin, you asked can we try again, i aint f-cking with you, its on the club jumpin, im tryna to get my liquor in you want sometin (?) again im staring at your thicker friend, i guess Im like Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness, in my hood we all hustle in pursuit of the same sh-t, just think just think, that coulda been you, just think, that shoulda been you, yeah, with me I share the world with you, but you aint ride with a rider so I aint f-cking with you, [Chorus] [R-Kelly] there aint no other way to put it except, i know you’ll understand girl its … … see us in the back of the club popping bottles and it coulda been you but no said it coulda been coulda been you yeaah, said it coulda been coulda been you. |
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from Eminem - Crack a Bottle [single] (2009)
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for... In this corner: weighing 175 pounds, With a record of... 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders, The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world: Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ok! Let's go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick frumunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut Fist the cup, the lady give her eighty some paper cut Now picture us, it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought 'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say with the center of attention, "It's true" Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen... Dr. Dre! <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> They see that low rider go by, they like, "Oh, my!" You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why I dip through in that six tre like, "Sick 'em, Dre" I'm an itch that they cant scratch, they're sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. 'Cause over and above all, it's just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Driving 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions, garage looks like precision collision Or maico, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though <i><b>Eminem</b></i> So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing... 50 Cent! <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang when you party with me It's what we into, it's simple We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe I'm the napalm, the bomb, the don, I'm King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marajaun do what you want Nigga on and on till the break of what? Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, Motherfucker, I'm grown I stunt, I style, I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want, so what? I trick Fat ass, burgundy bags, classy shit Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move a-bitch, move" <i><b>Eminem</b></i> So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[50 Cent -Chorus]
Yeah, yeh yeh yeh, pull the strap out you know what that bout, you do it my way, called a crime wave, whoaaa, waay, whoaa, waaay, I wave the heat to heat, wave my right to speak, plead the fifth ya’ll dont tell em sh-t ya’ll, whoaaa, wheey, whoaa, wheey, [Verse 1] I’m not telling you to shoot somebody, but if somebody try to shoot you, shoot em don’t waste time, lil n-gga just do it, any n-gga out of order must be serviced, see now now ya hesitating boy ya making me nervous, the feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet, front on me, try to run from me, hollow seat up your back b, pistol pop, drop the top, burn baby burn, revolvers spin again and again and n-ggas never learn, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com got an itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger n-gga, so if you hit me then you get me, I’ll be back to get ya, man I might bring the homies … thats necessary, see you might not be worried, but I think you should worry, the bullets come in flurries, the next thing u know u buried, yeah, I do away with 9 n-ggas in 9 days, my nine sprays, wish it don’t go my way, hold it sideways, f-ck around cause a crime wave, [Chorus] [Verse 2] I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry, them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man they into me, yeah, I’m number 1 on Forbes, yeah, they can’t f-ck with ya boy, title time is crank time I flip that get that back, Louie V napsack filled up with g-stacks, Im sick in the head, me I’m all bout the bread, go head f-ck with the kid, see it’s just what I said, see the stash Im making double make a key(?) bubble, jim stop before I cut you till your mum don’t no you, see when we play the warriors come out to play, want to play get your ass laid out today, see I’m back on the sh-t I was on before, so if a n-gga try to stunt we gon take em to war, [Chorus] [Outro] Man, I be on some other sh-t these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, yeah, ooohooohooo yeah, oooooh yeah, (no no no no) the homie said he f-ck with me, i have him meet ya up for me, yeh yeh yeh, (no no no no) |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
(Chorus - 50 Cent)
They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy Now those were the days, where crime really pay 9 milly spray, got the xxxx out the way The shootout, the shootout The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the time (Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 2 - 50 Cent) It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed Hood rats to get layed, money to get made Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich Woke up broke, gun in my hand Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig" Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth Sayin' "I dont get on" Im'a lay a nigga out Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny F**k with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 3 - 50 Cent) I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child Got my xxx whooped in Spotford but never that now When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk Send yo punk xxx to therapy to learn how to walk I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip Im take your shit Thats how the esse's play, for that s.s.k Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest And you niggas best be on your best behaviours I was bread for this shit, front Im'a blaze ya(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about |
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from 50 Cent - Still Will [single] (2007)
(Chorus - 50 Cent)
They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy Now those were the days, where crime really pay 9 milly spray, got the xxxx out the way The shootout, the shootout The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the time (Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 2 - 50 Cent) It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed Hood rats to get layed, money to get made Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich Woke up broke, gun in my hand Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig" Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth Sayin' "I dont get on" Im'a lay a nigga out Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny F**k with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 3 - 50 Cent) I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child Got my xxx whooped in Spotford but never that now When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk Send yo punk xxx to therapy to learn how to walk I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip Im take your shit Thats how the esse's play, for that s.s.k Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest And you niggas best be on your best behaviours I was bread for this shit, front Im'a blaze ya(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'
Yeah, yeah Nigga try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start gettin' loose on ya Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message We gon' fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya This ain't the Carter nigga, this is Sparta It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific, nah, it's terrific I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist it Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me That 430 Spider, carbon fiber And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my niggas while they whoop your ass My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
Lil mama
show me how you move it Better yet put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake sh sh shake that ass girl Lil mama show me how you move it Better yet put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake sh sh shake that ass girl Go go go 50 in the house Bounce y'all already know what I'm about The flow sound sick over Dre drums nigga I ain't stupid I see Doc then my doe come quicker whoa Shorty hips is hypnotic she moves it so erotic Girl watch I'm like bounce that ass girl I get it crunk in here I make it jump in here Front in here we'll thump in here ohh So gutter so ghetto so hood So gully so grimey what's good Outside the Benz on dubs I'm in the club wit the snub Don't start nothing there won't be nothing uhh Lil mama show me how you move it Better yet put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake sh sh shake that ass girl Lil mama show me how you move it Better yet put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake sh sh shake that ass girl Let's party Everybody stand up Everybody put your hands up Let's party Everybody bounce wit me Some champagne and burn a little greenery It's hot Disco inferno Let's go You're now rocking wit a pro I get dough to flip dough to get more fa sho' Get my drink on then get on the dance floor Look homie I don't dance all I do it this It's the same two step wit a lil twist Listen punk I ain't new to this I'm true to this Pay attention boy I'll teach you how to do this shit You mix a little Goose little Dom Perignon And a little Hennessy you know we fin' to carry on I'm hollering at these shorties in the club trying to get right We gon be up in this bitch till we break daylight Lil mama show me how you move it Better yet put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake sh sh shake that ass girl Lil mama show me how you move it Better yet put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake sh sh shake that ass girl You see me shining lit up wit diamonds Cause I stay grindin uh huh Homie you can catch me swooping Bentley Coupe and switching lanes haha If you see me rolling you know I'm holding I'm bout my paper yeah Nigga I'm serious I ain't playing I'll embed it in your brain I'm off the chain G Unit Next level now turn it up a notch Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot Front on me oh no you know I'm loco Hands up on the dance floor okay let's go Lil mama show me how you move it Better yet put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake sh sh shake that ass girl Lil mama show me how you move it Better yet put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake sh sh shake that ass girl |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
You think about money when you think about me huh,
thats what my ex, my ex you don’t want to be her, she used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker, i had her eating lobster now she eating pizza, i think about easter when I think about Keyshia, shorty stay fly thats why I keep her, round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa, she good if I leave her she got her own visa, think about them when you about frontin think about stuntin when you think about me, im the boss bentley or the porsche, overseas see jet skis slide across, i love the way you dress, now take it off, put your legs high on my shoulders across, Im racing through your mind but you already lost, im at the finish line and your the friend of mine, come on lets ride [Chorus] just a lil bit everynow and then god damn girl we used to be friends just a lil bit just a lil bit just a lil bit [Verse 2] I think like a hustler, im thinking bout a shipment, she thinking im her hustle, so she thinking bout commitment, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com its like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head, fell in love with a b-tch walked away with one leg, she aint even have to run to get away with the bread, thats some f-cked up sh-t think about that kid, im thinking what this b-tch thinking when she take me to court, i pay my child support, what the f-ck she want, this relationship, shit its too much for me, i wanna f-ck be friends and live comfortably she wanna shine and blow minds on shopping sprees, she should have what she wants just not for me, im thinking bout my future she part of my past, she don’t care bout me she just want some cash, im thinking damn girl, we used to be friends, how did sh-t become all about ends. [chorus] do you think about me, i know you think about me, just a lil bit just a lil bit just a lil bit I know you think about me, you were so special to me do you think about me, |
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from 50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003)
I need you pray for me and
I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win, I need to know where I'm headed, 'Cause I know where I been Flows, bones crushin', it's nothin' I come up with sum'n Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin' It's sum'n you want 745 chrome spinnin's, Haters hate that I'm winnin' Man, I been hot from the beginnin' Muthafuckas, envy the kid Control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control ma temper I'm in to catch a felony Pistol in hand, homie I'm down to get it top Who wants to squeeze da first shot You know I ain't stop, 'til ma clip is empty I'm simply, Not that nigga used to try your luck, What da fuck, wait-- Holla tip shells is strup Wit' yo bones broke, gun smokin', still open, What-nigga lay yo ass down, paramedics get ya up Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy I almost lost my bigga nigga, and I didn't cry Too young to understand The consequences of a man Livin' a lie, I, Gotta get that money, I be damnin' from bummin' Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'Cause they fun in 20 years And watchin' ma momma tears, got me heated Heavenly weeded Smokin' that bomb, 'cause I need it These niggas don't want me ballin' they want me buried Balled in the dirt from shots flurried Layin' wit' bombs all on my shirt I got plans to hop up in da Hummer 'Cause I'm a stunner I sit back and wonder When dem angels gon' call my number Under My chest is a heart of a lion, lion, lion Pound me, honeys got me flyin' Wit' my iron Eyes are giant I'm runnin' from nuthin' My stomach is touchin' While I'm clutchin' To give you more than a concussion End the discussion My brothers told me so I'm bolder And to see a solder Hurt on my shoulder Look in the mirror I see a soldier Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears This I shit that I saw with my eye balls, my ears This is me who's gotta be What you see on TV What you hear on CD What appears easy Man, these teeny-boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies, in these rags Live in fantasies, frontin' Like its all fun 'n games, 'Til the shoot-'em-up, bang And you see your brains hang, And you see we ain't playin', Ain't sayin' we ain't layin' down at night 'n ain't prayin' I bullied my way in this game And I'm done playin', man I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin' I'ma start, layin' any of dese, mothafuckin' cocksuckas There's no way I'ma back down like a god damn coward, I can't How would I look as a man, bowin' to his knees, Like the mad cow disease Let somebody lash out at me, And not lash back out at 'em Please, Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall I try to show you art, but you jus' pick it apart So I see I hafta start Showin' you fuckin' old farts A whole other side, I wanted to not show you, So you know you not Dealin' with some fuckin' marshmallow Little, soft, yellow, punk pussy whose heart's Jell-o (kuz) Right now, I'm on da edge So don't push me I aim straight fo' yo head So don't push me Fill yo ass up with lead So don't push me I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy |
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from Jeremih - All About You (2010)
She want it I can tell she want it
want me to push up on it for she know when I'm all on it we get the party going liquor flowing this is fire 50 and jeremih number 1 there's nothing higher (what you gon do) get it get it (I see you baby) work it work it (won't you, just put it down) get it get it work it work it break it break it down... Ok she headed to the dancefloor and she slowly start to poppin it something like my wrist cause everybody got to watching it girl you go that secret treasure I'm gon put that lock on it don't care what they say I would be stupid to be not on it heard you go that sticky lets go and take 9 shots we'll just call it fifty and I'm gon lick it lick it lick it till the hicky have her River running keep you running til you empty (bang bang bang bang) Oh you look so sweet what you work in Bally's look at your physique girl you are a beauty well I am a beast they must have been trippin to have let me off the leash I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me Systems thumping party jumping shorty she's a perfect 10 she rock her hips than roll her hips than drop it down like it's nothing she shaped just like an hour glass she see how fast an hour passed time flys when I'm on that ass but I won't put our sh-t on blast work it like a pro pro pro sit and watch it go go go do her thing all on the floor she bounce it fast and shake it slow so sexual incredible she beautiful she edible I got her I won't let her go I aint seen nothing better yo look at how she twurk it the way she work it make me wanna hit it hit it heaven when I'm in it in it if I do not fit, I'm gonna make it girl you can take it don't stop get it get it I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me down with that booty on me shawty you a dime why you lookin lonely oh baby we can go go, low low low yeah I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me |
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from Jeremih - Down On Me [single] (2011)
She want it I can tell she want it
want me to push up on it for she know when I'm all on it we get the party going liquor flowing this is fire 50 and jeremih number 1 there's nothing higher (what you gon do) get it get it (I see you baby) work it work it (won't you, just put it down) get it get it work it work it break it break it down... Ok she headed to the dancefloor and she slowly start to poppin it something like my wrist cause everybody got to watching it girl you go that secret treasure I'm gon put that lock on it don't care what they say I would be stupid to be not on it heard you go that sticky lets go and take 9 shots we'll just call it fifty and I'm gon lick it lick it lick it till the hicky have her River running keep you running til you empty (bang bang bang bang) Oh you look so sweet what you work in Bally's look at your physique girl you are a beauty well I am a beast they must have been trippin to have let me off the leash I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me Systems thumping party jumping shorty she's a perfect 10 she rock her hips than roll her hips than drop it down like it's nothing she shaped just like an hour glass she see how fast an hour passed time flys when I'm on that ass but I won't put our sh-t on blast work it like a pro pro pro sit and watch it go go go do her thing all on the floor she bounce it fast and shake it slow so sexual incredible she beautiful she edible I got her I won't let her go I aint seen nothing better yo look at how she twurk it the way she work it make me wanna hit it hit it heaven when I'm in it in it if I do not fit, I'm gonna make it girl you can take it don't stop get it get it I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me down with that booty on me shawty you a dime why you lookin lonely oh baby we can go go, low low low yeah I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
[50] Sh-sh-sh-SHA-DY! Aftermath
[Em] Ha ha, G-G-G-G, G-Unit! [50] Ha ha! (Ha ha) [Chorus: 50 + Eminem] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let′s bounce toniiiiiight And if they don′t let us in through the front do′ Come through the siiiiiide Cause I don′t wanna ever leave the game without at least saying goodbyyyyyye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right scream one last tiiiiiime [Eminem] Get your ass up for the Doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the Doctor, c′mon now! Here we go, cliffhanger, it′s another club banger Got you hangin on the edge of your seat, get on down [Dr. Dre] Time′s up, game′s over, you lose, I win Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year, next phase begin Look who′s got you goin crazy again I′ma trend, I set one every time I′m in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you somethin that we already had But once you′re gone you don′t come back [Eminem] Too bad, you′re off the map now, radar can′t even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin Sit and observe, listen you′ll learn if you pay attention Why I send multi-platinum albums, later three diamond Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin [Chorus] [Em] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk! [Dr] Get it crunk (CRUNK, CRUNK, CRUNK) [Em] And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and [50] Jump (JUMP, JUMP, JUMP) [Dr. Dre] The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists censored I don′t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches [Eminem] We keep the party rockin off the hinges We ain′t showin off, we′re just goin off, popular contentions [Dr. Dre] But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin? Doctor′s this, Doctor′s that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record {*crackle*} WHAT? We gon′ have this motherfucker hoppin in a second (PUMP PUMP) That′s why we always save the best cut last to make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass [Eminem] Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers whom if it wasn′t for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the back and forth all day like the hot potato game that′s why we came to [Chorus] [Eminem] 50 Cent, c′mon! [50 Cent] Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump, everywhere we go It′s no secret, everybody know When Dre′s involved, there′s plenty money involved [Dr. Dre] And plenty honies involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, every day is just another party from the valleys All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let′s rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre′s about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week [Dr. Dre] You can catch me in the studio, bangin out the beats to provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker [Eminem] So never say never cause Shady/Aftermath together along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of The, The Doc (and Shady) no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that uh [Chorus] [Eminem] Yeah! Ha ha Still Aftermath, 2006 And don′t worry bout that ″Detox″ album, it′s comin We gon′ make Dre do it (ha ha) 50 Cent, G-Unit Obie Trice, D-Twizy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain′t leavin Let′s go! Ha ha Ladies and gentlemen Thank you all for comin out PEACE! {*crowd cheers to fade and chants ″Em-i-nem*} [Eminem] Oh shit, I almost forgot, you′re comin with me! {*gunshots*} [Eminem] {*laughing*} {*scream*} [Eminem] {*laughing*} Bye bye! |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(Chorus)
Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga (get 'em Banks) (Lloyd Banks) You can't hold me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe papa wasn't around so i had to let my brother know, never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow, most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo, south side jamaica neighbour yeah thats where i come from, if you see a nigga with me then it's more than one gun, five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one, or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun, we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it, some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit, smiling all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick, but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich. (Chorus) Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga (Young Buck) Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga, Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga, Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there was a shootin', but they found no shells, New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails, I got love for them and i ain't even from there, Now bust a shot for them boys on the block, I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga, There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound, That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down, See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off, And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way, And come to find out this niggas softer than shawty, I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice, you can call me the don. We want tha eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyyyyin', ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryyyying, cause my niggas ain't goin'stop riiidin', so you gone (chorus) Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, Iput a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga (50) I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it, When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it, I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas, Front and i'll put ya brains on that curb fast nigga, I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit, Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch, Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit, Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me, I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled, I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles, You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times, Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind, It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust, First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black herse, We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam, View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man. (Chorus X2) Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
(Chorus: *Scratching*)
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In The Ass " Fuck You" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" (Verse) Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em There's a lot of talk in the streets about me Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up LET'S GO Chorus (Different Variations) (Verse) Maaaaaaaaan I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy I been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic" If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight How dare these niggaz take me lightly? I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind" Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine Chorus (Different Variations) (Verse) Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot" When I drop, I'ma sell like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me The D's call me by my government name I be dumb and shoot up parks Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'" There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart So when they come home, the come home Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede" Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+ See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me in the street Ha-ha Chorus (Different Variations) |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
Fire!!! I make it hotter Friction turns to fire You're what I desire I'm comin to getcha girl That's right, that's right It's on tonight Your just my type You're what i like I bring that heat Ya heard me right Everywhere I go, go Let's go Somethin new It's another episode Music bumpin and sweatin Drippin on the dancefloor I like it when shorty get it back in the bag When she do it like that I don't know how to act Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll pay to play it If its worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Baby work it (yeah) Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want i could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what i want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I burn it down on stage I make it hot Til the fire marshals come shut down the spot I had the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggas ain't got the style I got I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down You can hate this but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent Yes the star at the bar, I'll get ya bent You wanna party, let's party You wanna freak, be a freak You wanna creep, we can creep Tell me what it's gonna be So you can... Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what I want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) Fire!!! Now all you really ready I said are really ready I make the temperature rise Now don't be suprised I had a ice on stunt and heavy I got a hell of a flow You should already know So over 30 million records already It's the third time around You know how I get down I'm hands down pound for pound The best around Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll play to play If it's worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Work it (yeah) (Woo) |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(50)
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones Big got hit in that passenger seat Pac got hit in that passenger seat Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin' Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours Southside tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two 380's and a nine Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin' (Chorus - repeat 2X) You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, bitch Follow Me (Tony Yayo) I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five Y'all niggas wanna die? I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder That's why the mac react like a king cobra Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country (Chorus) (Lloyd Banks) Still walk around wit' the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cutt, packin' middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings It's 8 class karats in the border I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter Brown colored from shit, he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes (Chorus) |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 f**kin' crazy 50 dont know how to treat a lady They wrong, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt you But I call a square a square and a circle a circle So if you act like a bitch, I call you a bitch then hang up Probably call you right back and shit And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me for tellin' lies Like Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch" As Bobby said "Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie" I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okay You can be my Beyonce I'll be your Jay I gotta great sense of humour, questions make ya smile then I whoo ya! You know how I do ya, or do ya? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It's New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stop I told you, Im'a Don you goin' on ma'dam After you shop 'till your feet hurt in Malones Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish They say the scene of me was made for lovers out in Paris The risers and the beleivers sayin' "50 we love you" But out there, theres no me so I love them You may not recognize this, the reason I exist Deliver best than the best so perfection I guess Just like I miss the stress, I'll pass the test Everytime I drop, Im burnin' hot I dont care If she loves me or loves me not As long as I enjoy the time that we spent I dont care, baby we could f**k and be friends Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz You know its me... [Chorus: 50 Cent] Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 f**kin' crazy 50 dont know how to treat a lady They wrong, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt you But I call a square a square and a circle a circle So if you act like a bitch, I call you a bitch then hang up Probably call you right back and shit And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me for tellin' lies Like Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch" As Bobby said "Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie" I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okay You can be my Beyonce I'll be your Jay I gotta great sense of humour, questions make ya smile then I whoo ya! You know how I do ya, or do ya? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It's New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stop I told you, Im'a Don you goin' on ma'dam After you shop 'till your feet hurt in Malones Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish They say the scene of me was made for lovers out in Paris The risers and the beleivers sayin' "50 we love you" But out there, theres no me so I love them You may not recognize this, the reason I exist Deliver best than the best so perfection I guess Just like I miss the stress, I'll pass the test Everytime I drop, Im burnin' hot I dont care If she loves me or loves me not As long as I enjoy the time that we spent I dont care, baby we could f**k and be friends Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz You know its me... [Chorus: 50 Cent] Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
"Walk with meeeee..."
(Young Buck) Ay if you hear me out there "Walk with meeeee..." (Young Buck) I get down on my knees every night and say "Walk with meeeee..." (Young Buck) Hahahaha, yeah "Walk with meeeee..." (Young Buck) I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR! (Verse One: Young Buck) You never know when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street People act like they don't know who did it, but they notice me Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that But I'ma just step back, and focus on Buck Tired of ridin in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz (Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X) First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God don't walk with me, he carry me man (Verse Two: Young Buck) You don't know what I been through to get what I done got If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock When you holla G-Unit on some other shit You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza She's scratched my Beema, but I ain't seen-her When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows You know me nigga (Chorus) (Verse Three: Young Buck) Half of these kids never read the Bibles But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it (What?) Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin 'em know where I'm from Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin So when they see 'em snitch niggaz'll know who got 'em We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga (Chorus) (Young Buck) I know you prayin I get killed nigga He who fears death is in denial 50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz Banks! FREE YAYO! And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on I'M HERE NOW! |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
[Intro]
High-speed Ferrari movement 3rd lane switching lanes, whuddup? Brooklyn, whuddup? Fa'rock, whuddup? [Chorus] While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm), kissin' I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen While Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you boo" I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah) I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 1] You wann' problem wit' me? - No problem, it's all good I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when ya see me I appear and disappear wit' the heata like Houdini They parry wit' bullshiit - git'cha azz popped Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot I'm in the cut like germs, I do durrt like worms Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn I fire on ya azz, dem hollow-tips burn, baby burn I'm screamin' "Fuck the cops!", 'fore I 'round my glock Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck dat box! Dat's how P. got knocked, dat's how jewl got drop But Dre beat dat nigga, go 'head, repeat dat nigga You might learn a lil' summin' if you learn to stop frontin' My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in' I'm runnin' wit' the Dope-man [Chorus] When Jenny and Jumaine was (Mm mm), kissin' I was baggin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen When Puffy just tellin' Cam, "I love you boo" I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 2] Have the dice game, I'm bet it all, you hear what I'm sayin'? Take grand and I fall betta nigga, I ain't playin' I tryinna git it, holla at me if ya wit' it And lace up the chuckas, wit' can ? mothafuckas My stomach is growlin', they say dat I'm wyllin' I'm doin' my numbas, I'm gittin' violent They hearin' me rap and they think dat I'm playin' Till they see the barrel and they see the flame I need full co-operation man, give us the chain The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain't playin' I fire dat thang, it sound insane Holla, I got dat news candi mayne [Chorus] When Jeezy and Keysha was (Mm mm), kissin' I was baggin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen When Trina was tellin' Wayne, I love you boo she was just runnin' games, she told Buck dat too I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Outro w/ ad-libin "I got-I got fully loaded clip"] Now nigga, lemme show ya whudd I do this right here! Now, the rugger hold 16! I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got dat! One in the head, 'till it fell! I put anutha one in it the clip, I put it back! Let the bullets burn! |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(hook-50 cent)
(aahh, yeah, uh huh) aint it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feels like my emotions are froze (I stay g'd up) its the thangs i dun seen and the shit i been through that make my heart turn cold (i stay g'd up) im a gangsta you'll find out fa sho if u eva step on my toes (i stay g'd up) when im hangin out that window with that ak fillin yo punk ass wit holes (i stay g'd up) (1st verse, 50 cent) cocaine, heroine,ecstacy,marijuana im new on the grey hound from NY ta the carolinas paper chase different names same face dont catch a case my roll dawgs on paroll baby girls four years old we play the block pistol cocked you either shoot or get shot can you feel yo crack spot take everything yo ass got simi-automatic spay bust back or run away niggas talkin in the hood we'll handle 'em some other day in November we make my shit that u did you can catch on christmas ill send you a gift niggas ill come and leave yo ass twisted them hollow tip shells burn baby burn I seen niggas get murked they babies born then the world turns i seen it all crystal clear so i keep my pistol near hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware on whats goin on around me mutha fuckas want me dead i go with a smile on my face when its my time kid (hook 1x) (2nd verse, lloyd banks) Lord nigga i dun paid the way yall should thank 'em but if you think otherwise bring ya boy over here so i could spank him ill put an end to yo career bitch before you speak on 50 buy 40 and a spare clip these niggas gassed up gettin too used to rap like i wont give em more blood clots than supercat niggas'll snatch ya im like a back catcha nigga ill give ya a sign and then throw sumthin atcha 'round here niggas die off hydro and even when it aint 4th of july i sound like pyro we smart enough to creep and lay ya dumb brains down a pound will spin you around like the young james brown (yea) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy too rocks will hit you from a block away like a beat from dr. dre we're takin over this year the kings and the soldiaz is here everyone knows that ya scared (YEA) (hook 1x) Young Buck My poppa never bothered to show me what is was to be a man he'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram i would hop in my impala and ride all through the night they gave my home boy life so when you do it do it right my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two no other solution you think we're hollin and hootin until you wake up, and then you got to hear bout the shootins I take a pull from a loose one and put the clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im gon pull it and pop it and if theres beaf my nigga then letcha guns do ya talkin the graveyard, has got plenty of room for a coffin they say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate they say that we the reason why these young niggas buyin weight but im gon keep this glock on my waist till my dyin day its nothin but a G thang, g-unit and dr. dre (hook 1x) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit! Haha! [Young Buc] Vacate your home I come to break your bones Americas nightmare we at it again A desert eagle and a black mack 10 And never know what happened When we come through them cowards dont want none They screamin’ that they murderer’s but walkin' with no guns Come here nigga don’t wanna die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement These niggaz is talkin' thinkin security gunna save ‘em Nobody gon’ speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it" Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police The fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin' no sleep You betta get used to it you know how we do it Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. [Chorus] We got action where you don't Show up places where you won't G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit [50 Cent] Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco Betta than so so the games in the choke hold Diss me is a nono I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the gogo In L.A.they ride on lolo's G-Unit in the house, oh no You ain't ready it's heavy 65 chevy Old school rollin' im holdin' 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's Non-stop make it hot we on top regardless You could be the hardest We'll just be the smartest I warn you not to start us We're not your average artist's My bitch is like a goddess When paparazzi spot us Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip You can try any one of my shoes on none of ‘em fit Your hundreds are shorter I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer Condom packin' a bitch and I'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was I got expensive habits I can't afford it cuz G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise She's givin' up the buns on her cushion Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' And i'm leavin', on to the next city Stashbox in the bus so I can bring the techs with me I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older you niggas ain't gettin over G-U-NIT [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
(50 Cent - Talking)
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown off nigga, you know? (Chorus 50 Cent x2) They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that (50 Cent) I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack But when I come through, shh... the talking stop My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit I'm marking my music like diesel on the block So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM! (Chorus 50 Cent) They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that (Young Buck) You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers! (Chorus 50 Cent) They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that (Lloyd Banks) Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps Begging niggas don't understand though Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft 'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, the danger they might have My niggas buying so much ammo If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT! (Chorus 50 Cent) They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
[50 Cent] I'm on my way [Chorus - 50 Cent] I got a gatman There's a problem I'm a solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady The worst baby, put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe But dude if you try me, I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV I'll leave no witnesses when I ride, B You fuck with me, you see I react like an animal,and tear you apart If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art. Niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo) So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber Will daint ya, anger will change ya And make ya aim there and squeeze [Chorus 50 Cent] I got a gat man There's a problem I'm a solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man [x2] [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it Got a money scheme I'm plottin in the county and I'm with it You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it Shellcases drop, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get hit with copper tops When drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops this aint new, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it Its not a game, perfect aim, you feel the flame Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained [Chorus - 50 Cent] I got a gat man There's a problem I'm a solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed. |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
[50 Cent] I'm on my way [Chorus - 50 Cent] I got a gatman There's a problem I'm a solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady The worst baby, put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe But dude if you try me, I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV I'll leave no witnesses when I ride, B You fuck with me, you see I react like an animal,and tear you apart If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art. Niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo) So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber Will daint ya, anger will change ya And make ya aim there and squeeze [Chorus 50 Cent] I got a gat man There's a problem I'm a solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man [x2] [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it Got a money scheme I'm plottin in the county and I'm with it You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it Shellcases drop, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get hit with copper tops When drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops this aint new, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it Its not a game, perfect aim, you feel the flame Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained [Chorus - 50 Cent] I got a gat man There's a problem I'm a solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and i'm back, man What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed. |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[50 Cent] Yeah, it's the Unit! Yeah (showtime) Swizz! OHH! (M, C) Wooooo! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it Me? I gets down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down [50 Cent] I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah) Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this [Tony Yayo] In the hood, you rat you die In the hood if you rap you die I'm out the hood gettin fat and high Private jet, it's time to fly Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai And my wolves come out when the moon comes up Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway Niggaz talk money just not around me I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga In the street rapper, industry bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh) I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose Unit rider, my clique don't play I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam [Chorus] [50 Cent] You know if God bless the child with so much swag Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash? Seats less pussy got, all that ass Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we They don't know how to rock the spot like me Smell like I just got out a brand new V My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's Work with me lil' mama, let's get it Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it I'm on that shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz] Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!) That flo', flo' (wooo!) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[50 Cent] Yeah, it's the Unit! Yeah (showtime) Swizz! OHH! (M, C) Wooooo! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it Me? I gets down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down [50 Cent] I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah) Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this [Tony Yayo] In the hood, you rat you die In the hood if you rap you die I'm out the hood gettin fat and high Private jet, it's time to fly Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai And my wolves come out when the moon comes up Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway Niggaz talk money just not around me I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga In the street rapper, industry bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh) I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose Unit rider, my clique don't play I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam [Chorus] [50 Cent] You know if God bless the child with so much swag Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash? Seats less pussy got, all that ass Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we They don't know how to rock the spot like me Smell like I just got out a brand new V My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's Work with me lil' mama, let's get it Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it I'm on that shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz] Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!) That flo', flo' (wooo!) |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-04-08
Subject : 50 Cent - Get Rich or Die Trying (Shady/Aftermat,2003)
