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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough Bury all ya hatin Cause hatred'll bury ya Learn not to talk tough talk through ya cellular Fuck gettin beef The president the senetor There is no peace You the prey or the pretedor While ya plottin on me I'm 10 steps aheada ya Black 40 calibur I'll putta infer-red on ya Nigga I'm special You mad cause you regular Man I don't want yo bitch I damn near remember her Refresh my memory? Oh yeah, I slept wid her No wonder she ain't mention you When I met wid her Mind on my chedda They remember me forever The groundwork I put in Make my lifestyle better... and better I like the fuckin street Right in them phantom lights Montana life Two women And my hand is ice But I don't forget where I come from Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough For that china white I'll lay a nigga momma down We can shoot it out Like Frank White did in Chinatown You know I got that hard white You know I got that tannin brown Automatic trey-pound Leave a nigga maned-down Murda murda homicide Real right niggas ride Gangstas, they never hide Thank God I'm still alive My pockets look like there's cracks on me My waist looks like I got the mac on me These hoes on my dick I got that axe on me You a R.N. Regular nigga that rap homie I'm crack homie I'm dope money I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money C-back, Maybach My shit two-toned Nigga run up on that Yo ass a tombstone I'm wood like a group home Ghetto like a payphone Jake the snake I'm low in the hood Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga Nine for a hard nigga Don't make me empty the chamber Even if I'm locked in a cell block You'll fall into shell shock When I open ya head wid the banger I cause a riot in the yard Make a mess in the mess hall Like I jus blew trial And I ain't got nothin left God, what's todays mathematics? Shit ain't addin up Get knocked wid 10 machine guns Only get 12 months? Ooohh weee, don't talk to me You talk to him, you talkin to them I got the best lawyers money can buy They said they woulda got me ten Or maybe nine I say "how do you explain how homie breathe? " He say "you keep ya mouth shut or you in wid G's" Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough Bury all ya hatin Cause hatred'll bury ya Learn not to talk tough talk through ya cellular Fuck gettin beef The president the senetor There is no peace You the prey or the pretedor While ya plottin on me I'm 10 steps aheada ya Black 40 calibur I'll putta infer-red on ya Nigga I'm special You mad cause you regular Man I don't want yo bitch I damn near remember her Refresh my memory? Oh yeah, I slept wid her No wonder she ain't mention you When I met wid her Mind on my chedda They remember me forever The groundwork I put in Make my lifestyle better... and better I like the fuckin street Right in them phantom lights Montana life Two women And my hand is ice But I don't forget where I come from Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough For that china white I'll lay a nigga momma down We can shoot it out Like Frank White did in Chinatown You know I got that hard white You know I got that tannin brown Automatic trey-pound Leave a nigga maned-down Murda murda homicide Real right niggas ride Gangstas, they never hide Thank God I'm still alive My pockets look like there's cracks on me My waist looks like I got the mac on me These hoes on my dick I got that axe on me You a R.N. Regular nigga that rap homie I'm crack homie I'm dope money I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money C-back, Maybach My shit two-toned Nigga run up on that Yo ass a tombstone I'm wood like a group home Ghetto like a payphone Jake the snake I'm low in the hood Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga Nine for a hard nigga Don't make me empty the chamber Even if I'm locked in a cell block You'll fall into shell shock When I open ya head wid the banger I cause a riot in the yard Make a mess in the mess hall Like I jus blew trial And I ain't got nothin left God, what's todays mathematics? Shit ain't addin up Get knocked wid 10 machine guns Only get 12 months? Ooohh weee, don't talk to me You talk to him, you talkin to them I got the best lawyers money can buy They said they woulda got me ten Or maybe nine I say "how do you explain how homie breathe? " He say "you keep ya mouth shut or you in wid G's" Nigga you so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-fifth kick The hypla spit You in deep shit Now yo ass sit You supposed to be hard muthafucka You so tough |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
DJ, please pick up your phone
I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on) Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> If you got a big [!], let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> I'd like to get to know ya so I could show ya Put the pussy on ya like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I could phone ya Your girl actin' stank then call me over Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Phone before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or won't ya Go downtown and eat it like a vulture See my hips and my tips, don't ya? See my ass and my lips, don't ya? Lost a few pounds and my whips for ya This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it, I need a glass of water Boy, oh, boy, it's good to know ya Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> If you got a big [!], let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> (Come on) If you a fly gal get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy, lift it up, let's make a toast-a Let's get drunk, that's gon' bring us closer Don't I look like a Halle Berry poster? See the Belvedere playin' tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me, never You won't find a bitch that's even better I make you hot as Las Vegas weather Listen up close while I take it backwards <i>Sdawkcab ti ekat I elihw esolc pu netsil</i> I'm not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want I love your braids and your mouth full of floss Love the way my ass go bum-bum-bum-bum Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong Take my thong off and my ass go vroom Cut the lights off so you see what I could do Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> If you got a big [!], let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys Why-thai, -thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Rock-thai, -thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Girl, girl, get that cash If it's 9 to 5 or shakin' your ass Ain't no shame, ladies do your thang Just make sure you ahead of the game Just 'cause I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir Picture black sayin', "Oh, yes a master" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor <i>(Whoa!)</i> Minnie Me and Big Ren can out last ya <i>(Whoa!)</i> Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya (<i>Whoa!</i>) When I come out you won't even matter Why you act dumb like "Uh, duh" So you act dumb like "Uh, duh" As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> If you got a big [!], let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> (Come on) To my fellas I like the way you work that To my ladies You sure know how to work that * "I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it" tocado ao contrário ** "Watch the way Missy likes to take it backwards" tocado ao contrário |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive (C'mon, c'mon) *Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Its your fremme neppa vetnette(*2) If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work it Its your fremme neppa vetnette Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky) She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me) Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club>> I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah Boy oh boy its good to know ya * Repeat If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah Listen up close while I take you backwards {*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards*} I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my ass ra-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ra-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ah-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do * Repeat Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys wang thang thanga thanga thanga thang(*2) Girls, girls, get that cash If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man, big men can outlast ya Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matt-ah Why you act dumb like madd dumb So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon * Repeat To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that {*scratching*} To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Edited Version] (2002)
[Scratching]DJ please Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ova Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta Sex me so good I say blah blah blah Work it, I need a glass of wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (2005)
[Intro]
Ohh The top feels so much better than the bottom So much better [Chorus:] [Clean version:] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Dirty version:] Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1] Summertime white porche carrera is milky I'm on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit try and stick me imma let off a full clip It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump When we rollin' rollin' rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin' [Chorus] [Verse 2] Niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off After that 5 hour flight from New York I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game Her best friend could potentially be next man Listen man, shit changed I came up from doing my thang Homey I'm holing, holing, holing shit man, the store owner watching you For something get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus] |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin? I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga It's not safe around here as soon as the street lights G-Unit nigga (random shout outs) (50 cent and G-Unit) We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE Ain't no money sellin' coke... WE GON SELL DOPE Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X And if niggaz wont by the X... WE GON SELL TECS (Lloyd Banks) My advice for y'all niggaz is stop frontin 'Cause 50 say pop somethin', I'm gon pop somethin', what up? (50 Cent) Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip Get in the whip, it's a wrap (Lloyd Banks) Nah fuck that (50 Cent) Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that's that Niggaz running with the steel out, now it's time to peel out (Lloyd Banks) 50 let me drive (50 Cent) Nah I got this, nigga chill out (Lloyd Banks) It'd be nice to get the niggaz ice, get it, give it back (50 Cent) Just get in the corner store cause it's full of them A-rabs They blowin' the shit up like it's okay I got a bomb on my waist I'm Kamikaze (laughing) I dare Ds to get next to me (Lloyd Banks) Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me (explosion) Yeah, yeah that's it, it's a freestyle The fuck you want for free? Fucking A-rabs just ran the planes into the fucking building Coke price went up 10 grand this fucking week |
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from 50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003)
G-Unit
Bo! We in here Bo! We can get the drama poppin' We don't care Bo! Bo! Bo! It's goin' down Bo! Cause I'm around Bo! 50 Cent, you know how I get's down What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? They say I walk around like I got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nuttin' the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You gettin money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it what? The mack I blast it, yeah D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama pickin' out your casket bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood. What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rollin stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin I won't touch ya I'll have your ass usin a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas. What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
G-Unit
Bo! We in here Bo! We can get the drama poppin' We don't care Bo! Bo! Bo! It's goin' down Bo! Cause I'm around Bo! 50 Cent, you know how I get's down What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? They say I walk around like I got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nuttin' the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You gettin money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it what? The mack I blast it, yeah D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama pickin' out your casket bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood. What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rollin stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin I won't touch ya I'll have your ass usin a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas. What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? What up blood? What? What up cous? What? What up blood? What? What up gangsta? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around. |
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from Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (2005)
[Intro]
Yeah Im fuckin with this.. Its that classic shit.. That gangster shit.. Yeah.. [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top Damn.. what if? [Verse] If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z Niggaz would think I bumped my fuckin head and went crazy If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady If I put out bullshit joints like AZ Every chance niggaz get they try n play me But I move around with a lil 3.80 A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do I see the world different through my dialated pupils If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya Man ima just keep doin' what I do.. Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top Damn.. what if? [Verse] What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def I probably be a cool ass nigga like Ice Cube Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz Shit I get that child support up with no problem If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught?? Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know You be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth" And if I let the top down on the Azure Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure Haha.. [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top Damn.. what if? |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks) Album: Blok Party Vol. 1 Song: What Goes Around [50 Cent] G-Unit haha [Lloyd Banks] I dont know where you from but out here we ride So if you scared of conflict don't come outside Get your hands on a gun Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1 I'm hear talkin' to the street now That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown You still strugglin down to your last rock G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot You thought you wouldn't hear my voice I'm in the hood cause I'm hood You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime Becardi in a party, you sorry I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste She look like she took a bag of flour in the face You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single [Chorus: 50 Cent] What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground [Lloyd Banks] My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire The 2003 McGwire, until I retire My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates I got enough 16's to battle 2 states I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J Armed with a new K So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday My charm get it usually You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps Start your career from the back of a milk carton Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier In my upbring we wore the same socks And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops [Chorus] [50 Cent] Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga... |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
[Verse 1]
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians, All these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting, Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin, The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton, Aftermath been here the beats been knockin, Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin, I got California love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit, And westside connection been had it locked bitch, I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin, I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman, All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, Faught that, not guilty im back, Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack, Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback, Homie i'll bring ur CA back, And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks, All u old record labels tryin to advance, Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin, Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini, Gang bangin is real, Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof, Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that, Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track, Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum, And get the clickin and clackin, You'll homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin, Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and In the dope spot playin John Madden, Homie I aint braggin, I took five, If u wanna die run up on that black 745 [chorus x2] [Verse 3] New York New York, big city of dreams, I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing, Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring, I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens, And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through, So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo, I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus, Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice, You niggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof, Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe, God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through, I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22, Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest, And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser, Got Compton on my back, Im startin to feel the pressure, I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records [chorus x2] |
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from Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (2005)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Intro]
Yeah.. 50.. Olivia.. We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) [50 Cent Verse] I'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about shit that you know I'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows I be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough You know if it aint the flow then it come from the O's Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes Every hood every city all the gangstaz know Front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow When the champagne finished baby order some more Keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor The way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke?? If you ready to roll shorty we could just roll When you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh) See everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh) So when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) [50 Cent Verse] Now look i know you into the shiny things The platinum chains and the diamond rings The 24 inch chrome on the range I see you in your projects buy your window payin' Now shorty me and you we came up the same The fact before rap i ain't have a thing I hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change I mean i got money out that ass mayne When niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin' Cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um Stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh) We leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh) And get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[Chorus]
I wanna get to know you I really wanna fuck you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy [Young Buc] Im lovin' how you look in my eyes Swingin' them hips when you pass I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby Jump on this Harley Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi Then go pull up at the afterparty I think we make a perfect couple But you think I'm trouble Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman" Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin' Your toes painted half fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do Making decisions shorty good things don't last long Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong Before I head home Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Bitches be frustrated with the baller Wonder why I call her Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spall her Hiccups annoy ya from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more She loves it when I'm in town Hate it when I'm not around I get her and wear down Next door neighboors hear the sound Pictures hittin' the ground Just enough to hold us down I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with her frame And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name Her panties wet over fame Fall in love with my chain I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie. [Chorus] [50 Cent] (Yeah) What would fuck me up more Watching her lick her lips Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right Look I'm legit now used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house big Benz girl it yours Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Don't indulge in my past fuck what happened before you Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night We can have a balla night [Chorus] I wanna get to know you I really wanna fuck you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy I wanna be your lover I really need to stand you, baby I wannt be your lover I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby. |
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from G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You [single] (2004)
(Intro/Chorus: Joe)
I wanna get to know ya I really wanna thug you, baby One dose of your lovin I know it gon' drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my lovin I know it gon' drive you, crazy (Verse One: Young Buck) I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?) She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy (Chorus) (Verse Two: Lloyd Banks) Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with her friend And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain? Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY (Chorus) (Verse Thre: 50 Cent) Yeah Don't know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right? Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you Cause to me some bunny's gon' hate you that never saw you C'mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night (Chorus) - repeat 2X w/ variations |
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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes *You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin * Repeat Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out * Repeat (x2) Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they gon merk 50 how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf beams, huh * Repeat (x2) |
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from 50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003)
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like that gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin Damn Homie, in high school you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step Guerilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin |
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from 50 Cent - In Da Club [single] (2003)
Busta Rhymes Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker Blowing niggas tops, what? Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga Check it, let me talk, check it, check it Busta Rhymes There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires Rampage Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed Smack you in your face with my chain Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein Everybody in the industry know my squad's name 1: Busta Rhymes Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin 50 Cent We do this all the time, right now we on the grind So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin with they mind, I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes 2: 50 Cent You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin Baby Sham I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em 1 2 50 Cent Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie What the fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let her Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet We in the club doin the same ol' two step Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out 2 - 2x 50 Cent Ah ha! |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like that gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin Damn Homie, in high school you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step Guerilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (Verse) Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me Hey yo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it My songs belong in the Bible with King David I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son *click* *click* you heard dat? dat mean RUN Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car From the last shootout, I got a dimple on my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while we starve, it's my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn Won't learn (Chorus 2X) If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me, dope, you not like me (Verse) Moma said.. Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man Cause I fear when I kill a man, God won't understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors 32 carrots in the cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me I'M THE ONE (Chorus 2x) If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me dope, you not like me (Verse) See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain't eligable for that I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines Grown ass men, WEARIN STARTER KEYSHAWNS You know them little pieces, with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me Haha (Chorus 2x) If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me dope, you not like me |
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from 50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (Verse) Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me Hey yo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it My songs belong in the Bible with King David I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son *click* *click* you heard dat? dat mean RUN Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car From the last shootout, I got a dimple on my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while we starve, it's my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn Won't learn (Chorus 2X) If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me, dope, you not like me (Verse) Moma said.. Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man Cause I fear when I kill a man, God won't understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors 32 carrots in the cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me I'M THE ONE (Chorus 2x) If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me dope, you not like me (Verse) See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain't eligable for that I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines Grown ass men, WEARIN STARTER KEYSHAWNS You know them little pieces, with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me Haha (Chorus 2x) If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me dope, you not like me |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
(50 Cent)
Uh huh...yea Verse 1 Shorty the Henny got me feeling right Ya heard me? My momma gone you could spend the night Ya heard me? I'm not playing I'm trying to f**k tonight Ya heard me? Clothes off face down ass up c'mon Shorty you roll with the winners right Ya heard me? You see now me I got my money right Ya heard me? I'm tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play When you come around my way Ya heard me? You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome Ya heard me? You could get in but don't touch the phone Ya heard me? Money come money go I know But everytime I flow it's mo money fa sho Ya heard me? In the street niggas sayin I'm nice Ya heard me? Watch flooded no more room for ice Ya heard me? Niggas be on tv struttin' hard And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin' robbed Ya heard me? You might hear I get shot but I don't get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog (Chorus) You like it when I back that ass up on you? (50 Cent) Ooh, baby I like it, I like it When I work that ass, that ass (50 Cent) Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile And baby I like it, I like it (50 Cent) Everytime we dance you make it worth my while And baby I like it, I like it Verse 2 Shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers and shot callers I wanna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? We rap now we rollin and I'm holdin' And I'm gonna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? I freak off with the video chicks Ya heard me? Sweatin' tracks out in back of the 6 Ya heard me? MTV they gonna play my hits Ya heard me? Even though I'm real ghetto and shit Ya heard me? I got a g niggas shoot that ace Ya heard me? Your ass bettin' I'm gonna cut your face Ya heard me? Last thing I need is to catch a new case I don't know nothing about them high heads but I sell base Ya heard me? The city boys trying to kill a kid Ya heard me? Shot me up in front of my crib Ya heard me? He had the drop I couldn't run from him Shot in the hand trying to take the f**king gun from him Ya heard me? Little homie saying "50 you tough" Ya heard me? 9 shots just wasn't enough Ya heard me? (Chorus) Verse 3 Nigga you best be commin' up with my cash Ya heard me? Don't make me go and get the Gat out the stash Ya heard me? I'll come back and pop one in your ass Ya heard me? Don't play wit the money, no not with the money Niggas get knocked when they start playing games Ya heard me? Stop telling the police my name Ya heard me? I don't mind givin chicks them tips Ya heard me? They let me play with then tits and hips Ya heard me? When I come through they know I'm a thug Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen's club Ya heard me? I rap but I'm still selling them o's Ya heard me? My man Mike still pimpin' them hoes Ya heard me? He said if the hoe knew better she'd come do better And make a pimp more chedder Ya heard me? (Chorus) (50 Cent) 50 make it crazy in the club I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me I come through niggas always show me love I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me Niggas want beef, y'all could see me in the street I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me |
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from 50 Cent - The New Breed [single] (2005)
(50 Cent)
Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit yeah.. (50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks) There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love (Except loyalty and love, between thugs) For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip (For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass (For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight 'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate) Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?) 'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies How could you not love a Thug like me? (Chorus) Would you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die - don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die - don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) (50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks) (Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack I'm the clip, you the gat I'm the glock, you the mac I'm the artist, you the trap I'm a pen, you the pad I'm the Dutch, you the bag I'm the knife, you the stab I'm the driver, you the Jag) I'm the ice, you the bezel I'm grimy, you ghetto I'm the bow, you the arrow I'm the shell, you the barrel I'm a pimp, you a player I'm dope, you the hustler I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler (Chorus) (Tony Yayo) You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow When you grind, it's Showtime at the Apollo Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand You want sixteen bars, in song format Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) [Verse 1 : 50 Cent] You wanna dance, let's dance nigga I'll take you to the prom I'm armed, tre pound in my palm I'm calm nigga, my mama made a baby boy The hood made a man, my first 14 grams took that and made a grand I do this, u knew this, I told you pussy You faked your death, hater fuckin comin from pussy I'll have like EE II EE II UH OH, after the fo-fo blow I get low That's how I go like a pro, it's a rap, I'm a ghost And you smoke like a roach, you been clapped And the fact there's no comin' back from that I'm the last of my breed Mo henny, no weed, just my vest and my semi In the back of the Bentley, I'm a nas and a rase I'm there and I'm gone My lawyers are strong, and my money is long So when I'm right, I'm right, and when I'm wrong, I'm right I'lll hit yo ass up right, nigga its nighty night! [Chorus : 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) [Verse 2 : Tony Yayo] Ayo I'm hotter than a pilot man I catch a body man, Bs an Ks are lyin on the polygram These OGs talk about back in the days I'll have a RIP sign on your Myspace page I'm in ya town nigga Drop ay nigga, GCT coupe in sour grey nigga I'm a 8 nigga, a gorilla in the mist I hold weight nigga, my connects gots bricks That's how it go, you want platinum We still got the same cars, same house, an still fuck the same broads Dreams of fuckin a R&B bitch Damn you look good girl, but get your teeth fixed I'm the Teflon Don boy, i get busy Your next two songs, do the shit with Pretty Ricky 760 drive by like tick With two hoes in the whip lookin like flip Yeah nigga [Chorus : 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
(Intro)
This is 50 (Chorus) I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit (Verse 1) I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothaf**ka out this bitch I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit I be a gangsta, nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks (Chorus x2) I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit (Verse 2) Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch You'l find me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips (Chorus x2) I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit (Bridge) Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit (Outro) This is 50 Yeah nigga cherish me Like the water you drink Like the air you breathe You need me to live Yeah |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
(Intro)
This is 50 (Chorus) I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit (Verse 1) I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothaf**ka out this bitch I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit I be a gangsta, nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks (Chorus x2) I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit (Verse 2) Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch You'l find me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips (Chorus x2) I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit (Bridge) Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit (Outro) This is 50 Yeah nigga cherish me Like the water you drink Like the air you breathe You need me to live Yeah |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[50 Cent]
leave me alone, i aint f-ckin with nobody, [Verse 1] keep f-cking with me you gon turn back to booboo, had me casing out your crib, tryna pop your f-cking noodles, she was 20 I was 12, man my nana said she raped me, i just smiled from ear to ear saying take it baby take it, since high school, n-gga i aint got no friends, i got 2 3 80’s like the ying yang twins haaaaaaaaank, thats spot clickin til the D’s run in then its bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ins, in freshman year I had that CBR hurricane and an ill herrin bone i got em slinging heroin, i shoot a n-gga in a heartbeat I aint no chump, then you can run forest run, retard when I dump, dont take kindness for weakness, n-ggas don’t respect that, so me im with that ruger, that pump and that tech at, so look at me im on that, i thought we was rich then, shipment man, you had like 20 bricks in rich man, we was in cocaine heaven, i was fishcal dreaming, we just got into town, we was strapped up scheming, first country caught a body, then country got a body, I popped a couple n-ggas then country shot everybody, its cold blooded, its real shit you got to love it, tree eight snub it, and dont think nothin of it its the way of the wolves thats how they train us to move, get it poppin when we shopping, n-gga hold down the tools, [Chorus] I see niggas getting rich then days went by, then days went by, then days went by, I was tired of not having shit, then days went by then days went by then days went by i see niggas getting hit then days went by then days went by then days went by we was slangin that sh-t then days went by then days went by then days went by [Verse 2] I bin sure since we was lil n-ggas, son since we was seven armed robbery, first degree my man did seven, n-ggas popped his whip up, hit his cab when he was sittin, he a lucky muth-fcker I bet he make it to heaven, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com my grandpa drunk, my uncle rock drunk, my uncle champ on crack, smoke my f-cking stash up, i had 250 grand stashed on the porch, i mean how much you gon smoke man, how much you gon snort, first the vcr went, then the tv went, he stole out of mommy purse, she thought it was me kid, i aint ask for no money son cos I was out hustlin, she was looking at me sideways like Imma thief or something, that hurt me, come on son that wouldn’t hurt you, I pistol whip that n-gga til his face was purple, i need anger management, see i hold onto a grudge, the same way I hold onto that nickle plate snub, the lord don’t have imperfections baby, so i think im perfect the way he made me, some say im cool, some say im crazy, some say i aint sh-t some say Im amazing, [Chorus] Here I am, |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
I had five-hundred grams in fifty, fifty-eight bags
Four hundred Benz, eighty thousand in cash Then the ball dropped, gun popped, banks got blast I make it so hot, one shot'll melt your ass Got popped up, cried 'til my eyes turned red And told myself in the mirror, "Nigga, you ain't dead" I'm far from eccentric, I'm so psychotic I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga, I got it When you see me in the hood, motherfucker, don't talk to me 'Less you want talk about usin' a Hawk for me When Al blew Black away I had 'em on some stupid shit Then my rap shit worked now I'm super, stupid rich All I do is stunt now, I'm so Maybach There I go frontin' again, I meant to say laid back Go ahead, move reckless, get banged for your necklace I serve 'em with the semi, feed 'em a clip for breakfast You want some? Come get some Nigga, it's murder one when I toss my gun You might see me let it off, you might see me run But you won't see shit time the police come, huh? You want some? Come get some Nigga, it's murder one when you see my gun I just squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done You just bleed and bleed 'til the police come Huh, you want some? I got a 8th of dope left, half a pound of purple Shooters in my circle, try me, I let 'em murk you Got more guns than a gun store, beefin', what you want, boy? You wanna be nice to me? You wanna shoot dice with me? You want a ace on purpose? Why you so nervous? Nigga, we from the same hood, we come from the same shit You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch! Gettin' money is necessary so me, I'm a visionary And I'm sayin' that house should be a crack house Now see it how I see it, or I bring straps out The Tec and the Mac out, the Sig and the Taurus The Koch and that Heckler then nigga, we warin' I let my pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign Click-clack, comprende? I'm criminal minded Toss money in the sewer, bet nobody find it Till it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun, what? You want some? Come get some Nigga, it's murder one when I toss my gun You might see me let it off, you might see me run But you won't see shit time the police come, huh? You want some? Come get some Nigga, it's murder one when you see my gun I just squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done You just bleed and bleed 'til the police come Huh, you want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, with it Come get it, huh, you want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, with it Fuck that nigga, huh, you want some? |
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from Real Steel (리얼 스틸) [ost] (2011)
클럽음악종결
카리스마영구 Take Over Control (Radio Edit) (Feat. Eva Simons) Afrojack Lionheart (Original Mix) Afrojack Surrender (Original Mix) (Feat. MC Ambush) Sidney Sam.. 곡 94 | 담기 19 | 추천 6 |
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from Lloyd Banks - Mo`Money In The Bank (2008)
(feat. 50 Cent)
[Lloyd Banks] I need the cake nigga G-Unit dont play We rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun 50 got the mack Spida got the streeper And u bound to hear it clap U wont have another birthday CAKE afta that Cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act Adn I been gone for the winter But now a nigga back To get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE And you muthafuckas lookin like steak Food on the plate for the wolves Follow wolves Dont get moved by the tools Battle wounds on ya shoes wait Control ya hate U aint ridin in dem 6s (WHY?) cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches I need the bread lil niggas need christmas Banks dont rap wit a back pack Im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE [50 Cent] You heard Banks said so i know i got the mag I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad I dont give a fuck Its goin down like that I done been through every hood Dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I dont complicate shit, yea i keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut i been through Southside trama drama wit gallamas I conversate wit killas its usually about life Politic wit lawness its usually about white Im da poster child of violence Im the boy on the poster When the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster Yeah listen up chicko I hustle i get dough U fuckin wit a sicko I spazz let a clip go Cannon out da rental Beam to ya temple I squeez blow your mental All ova ya friends [Lloyd Banks] Me im from the street We aint nothin sweet The home of the homies Theres a body every week Now i dont hear the sirens But they prolly gonna creep Plottin to pull me ova Plant the CAKE in my jeep So ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek Cant a muthafucka breathin tell me i cant eat Show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE Niggas slow down pump ya breaks No mistakes Cause the jakes Run the plates Then u headed up state For rollin round wit a steak Niggas start up the beef And run straight to the cops You a bitch ass nigga The cupCAKE of the block Any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot Round here niggas get found upside down Ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE |
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from Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (2005)
(Intro)
Yeah! Ha Ha! (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 1) I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga 50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 2) Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy Ronda she told me that nigga a freak And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 3) I love 50 Cent, that's my dad But even my mom talk about him bad She says since he blew up, he changed for sure He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes I don't know why but there personalities collide And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 4) Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up He left us in the hood we fucked up Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me (Verse 5) That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car I tought him what it takes, to go this far Boy I'm the reason you are what you are (Chorus) Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me |
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from Welcome to 2008 (2008)
(Feat. 50 Cent)
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 1: Freeway] I made you why would I play you? Not only showered you with gifts I bathed you Plus I hit the first night and I stayed too I know it's early but I just thought I would page you Hey you! More then I'm willing and able You get tired from all the presents that I gave you Still you Be acting like you someone faithful You swear I'm fucking on a rendezvous When you think of freaking I be on my girl Even when we not freaking you be on my mind I'm more mature I'm flipping them dollars So I can't give you all of my time cause I'm, 24 hours a day stuck in a war Atleast 8 hours or more cooking them rhymes up So 16 hours just you can hit the store and you complaining you want more free time? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 2: Freeway] You got to believe me baby I'm making it easy baby My SWA you watching Feezy baby I got a mean Mercedes and got a cleaning lady Heres some advice for you, you better heat it baby Long as your whip in the room and got a strip on them booms So what the fuck do you care cause I live on the road I'm busy gripping them Ole's that's how you gripping them clothes Home I ain't getting no dough I can't be sitting in there So what they worth is they own baby I'm different then them I bring them benjamins in look at the kitchen in there Look at the living room set look at that thing on your neck Matching that thing on your wrist but got some digits in there I give a fuck if they stare I give a fuck what they think I get them budgets in check and put the diesel in there Don't let them people in there Gas you up and get you all upset You win my heart and I'm a keep you there [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 3: Freeway] And since these feelings at heart are not right I, Put in position to rock ice right and, Them other niggas be singing the same song they might, Have what it takes but they handle things wrong You in your mens. or something you want the meaner man You got to believe yourself cause I believe in me I got the Beamer keys I'm just as clean as these I smoke the greenest trees Them other niggas be fronting [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee [50 Cent:] She see me by tha bar She watch me blow stacks Her man ain't a hustler Man he can't do that He got a 9 to 5 Used to pump packs Got knocked once And he neva came back I had her in my bentley I had her in tha lac We do it like tha dogs do Rite in the back I give that xxx a smack N she like it like that Get deeper n deeper in tha kitty cat [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee (Tony Yayo) She ova hea with me He tryna call her ova there She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... She drop it down to tha flo' I'm like Shawty u Can go She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... Shawty With me Cherry M3 Ps up in tha Red shwaty gimme head... Ahhha... ahhhahhhahhhh [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee [Lloyd Banks:] If u hearin I f**ked yo girl I prolly did Had her butt naked making breakfast in tha crib If u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u woodnt wan her no more Left xxx in her jaw... unh 1 nutt 2 nutt 3 nutts 4 5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more Have it how u want I rather have it hardcore Ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor [Young Buck:] Nigga that's my bitch I don't wanna hear shit She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... U can't do it like this Nigga you are not rich Tell her; F**K THAT NIGGA... Dope Boy with my top droped Got ya baby mama hot Beggin me to stop but I'm a rock star Look wat I got for her sum dirty south nutts In her dirty south mouth she a dirty south slut... WAT? !? [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Chorus:]
Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee [50 Cent:] She see me by tha bar She watch me blow stacks Her man ain't a hustler Man he can't do that He got a 9 to 5 Used to pump packs Got knocked once And he neva came back I had her in my bentley I had her in tha lac We do it like tha dogs do Rite in the back I give that xxx a smack N she like it like that Get deeper n deeper in tha kitty cat [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee (Tony Yayo) She ova hea with me He tryna call her ova there She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... She drop it down to tha flo' I'm like Shawty u Can go She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... Shawty With me Cherry M3 Ps up in tha Red shwaty gimme head... Ahhha... ahhhahhhahhhh [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee [Lloyd Banks:] If u hearin I f**ked yo girl I prolly did Had her butt naked making breakfast in tha crib If u wooda saw wat she did to tha boy u woodnt wan her no more Left xxx in her jaw... unh 1 nutt 2 nutt 3 nutts 4 5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more Have it how u want I rather have it hardcore Ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor [Young Buck:] Nigga that's my bitch I don't wanna hear shit She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... U can't do it like this Nigga you are not rich Tell her; F**K THAT NIGGA... Dope Boy with my top droped Got ya baby mama hot Beggin me to stop but I'm a rock star Look wat I got for her sum dirty south nutts In her dirty south mouth she a dirty south slut... WAT? !? [Chorus:] Lil mama so hood... I f**ked yo girl Lil mama so fly... I f**ked yo girl Man tha xxxxx was good... I f**ked yo girl Man I ain't gone lie... I f**ked yo girl We was all ova tha bed... I f**ked yo girl Man she even gave me head... I f**ked yo girl From Time to time I hate to tell u that yo xxxxx b mineeee |
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from G-Unit - G Unit - Stunt 101 [single] (2003)
Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent) I teach you how to stunt My wrist stay rocked My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz I teach you how to stunt You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz I teach you how to stunt My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn I teach you how to stunt I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn (Verse 1)(50 Cent) 7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz 24 inches, Giovanni rimz All one, one wheel, when I want one of them Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga (Chorus) (Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks) I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin, but the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one. On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah I'm fairly new but I demand some respect cause i already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers Already figured out what to do with all my features decorate the basement, full of street sweepers. When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us, We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt! (Chorus) (Verse 3)(Young Buck) The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors let up on a car before Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go (Chorus) |
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from G-Unit - G Unit - Stunt 101 [single] (2003)
Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent) I teach you how to stunt My wrist stay rocked My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz I teach you how to stunt You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz I teach you how to stunt My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn I teach you how to stunt I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn (Verse 1)(50 Cent) 7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz 24 inches, Giovanni rimz All one, one wheel, when I want one of them Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga (Chorus) (Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks) I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin, but the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one. On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah I'm fairly new but I demand some respect cause i already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers Already figured out what to do with all my features decorate the basement, full of street sweepers. When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us, We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt! (Chorus) (Verse 3)(Young Buck) The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors let up on a car before Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go (Chorus) |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent] I'll teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz I'll teach you how to stunt Nigga you can't see me My bently GT got smoke-gray tints I'll teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man I'll teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven series BM, Six series benz Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims All on one wheel when I'm on one of them Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold As long as the VS bling, look at that light show In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin But the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers I already figured out what to do with all my features Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT [Chorus] [Young Buc] Chain so icy, you don't have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed is the numbers on the range I bought me an old school and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is getting old The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors lift up on a car before Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go [Chorus] |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
You ain't strong enough nigga
You probably go against me and win But you, you don't stand a chance nigga I do more than talk that, I motherfuckin' walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless Man, everybody know about 50, I'm famous New York, New York, I run New York Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop In different boroughs I have different moments On different days niggas know how I'm on it I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, South Side 'til they bury me BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles R1 one wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spar with me start some shit send the shooters out Come out the club we out front with the Rugers out Nah, ain't no sense to talkin' peace my brother That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We getting' paper in God we trust These sucker ass niggas These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We getting' paper in God we trust Suck on this nigga When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya As a kid I wasn't kiddin' then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup? I'm rich now, niggas know about my dividends Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin' in Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now Crib the size of the New York City clock now Okay, okay, try me and get shot down I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes I'm the fuckin' general, I run my clique right It was five of us, all of us millionaires Now one's a fuckin' junkie and one's a fuckin' queer Now it's three of us, that's the way we started They call me crazy, cold blooded and black hearted I don't play no games, niggas beg for mercy Then we T-O-S, put that ass to rest These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We gettin' paper in God we trust These sucker ass niggas These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We gettin' paper in God we trust Suck on this nigga |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
Uh, yeah, 50 Cent
It's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga Take that, yo, aiyyo Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Ace and Jack Fuck that, if I was you, I be scared of me too Yo Stretch, roll the weed, while I tell 'em what I need I need cream by the stacks, shells for the mac Rims for the 'Ac, and a bitch to blow her back I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats I need the police to chill, stay the fuck off my back See a nigga in a Benz, sway peddling crack I need a stash box son, so I could stash the gat I need a stadium light, to leave 'em blind as a bat Flipping from under my plate, while I'm running from Jake I'm making mistakes, look I need extra pace My man up north, need the new Stretch Mix Tape I'm physically fit, nah for real son I'm in shape I need that Beyonce bitch, to take me out on a date Niggas follow my footsteps, 'cause everything I say, slick But I need y'all niggas, to get off my dick My description in three words, real witty cat I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the titties at What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Arm-Strong Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going down |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose
That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah Your favorite bad guy's gone, the Joker's dead So from now until forever you're stuck with the kid I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat He was comfortable with me 'round 'cause I blast my heat '9-4 I was tryin' to catch Mason for bricks of raw Charlie fucked up the jux, they took Nana's little boy, stretch The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus Get hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, 'Candy Rain', 'I'm Soul For Real', yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah I'm the dope man, coke man, smoke man, whatever man The X man, Tec man, you better respect man Get the cream, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, mo' lean Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasn't me Tell the cops it wasn't me, you saw me right? It wasn't me It's not my M.O., see me I make it stretch Get in the way I'll put a body on my Tec Call me crazy, I'll die for what I stand for I'll have ammo flyin' out the Lambo Like 'Commando', nah, like 'Rambo' I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go Woopty-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day Stretch, we gon' bag up all night We ain't goin' nowhere 'til the count back right, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne I got Spider-Man high, I made Batman fly Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten Look around kid, it's a cold world we're in If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson Yeah, me fallin' off is really far fetched I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch In come the Franklin's, then come the Benji's Fiends by the crack house, dirty and dingy, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah |
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from 50 Cent - Straight To The Bank [International Version] [single] (2007)
(intro)
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit (verse 1) im in my lambo maggot my fo fo fagget doors cliffed up im like go go gadget see this shit I got on homie i'd hate to my teflon on boy my goverment issue I hit your vertebrate,bullet went through tissue your wife on the futon huggin her shit soon homie you a bitch you got feminime ways heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got four fifths and bananas on the case they got more whips than a runaway slave me and yayo go back like some high top fades when I made 50 mil Em got paid when I made 60 mil Dre got paid when I made 80 mil Jimmy got paid I ain't even got to rap now life is made said I aint even got to rap, i'm filthy man (chorus) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4 I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (verse 2) I think nothin but hundred dollar bills on the bank role I got the kind of money that the bank cant hold got off the street movin mongoose and hoes seven three capris old school when I role ways pass fuck the toe no more paltinum i'm wearing gold im internationally known as the kid with the flow that brings enough dough theres never enough dough shit I need more get that shit out the stove baby blue was dough fresh off the flow stash blocks by the dash some by the wall make the purple bring the green and fuck the law im also raw im hot im sure im like the coolest motherfucka around the globe boy I sent the club on fire I told ya im the general saluting his soldiers (chorus) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4 I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (verse 3) now work it out now shortie work it out, I want see you brake it down now back it up now ,you know what im about just like I bank job I'm in and I'm out now work it out now, work it out work it out, now work it out now, work it out, work it out |
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from 50 Cent - Straight To The Bank [International Version] [single] (2007)
(intro)
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit (verse 1) im in my lambo maggot my fo fo fagget doors cliffed up im like go go gadget see this shit I got on homie i'd hate to my teflon on boy my goverment issue I hit your vertebrate,bullet went through tissue your wife on the futon huggin her shit soon homie you a bitch you got feminime ways heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got four fifths and bananas on the case they got more whips than a runaway slave me and yayo go back like some high top fades when I made 50 mil Em got paid when I made 60 mil Dre got paid when I made 80 mil Jimmy got paid I ain't even got to rap now life is made said I aint even got to rap, i'm filthy man (chorus) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4 I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (verse 2) I think nothin but hundred dollar bills on the bank role I got the kind of money that the bank cant hold got off the street movin mongoose and hoes seven three capris old school when I role ways pass fuck the toe no more paltinum i'm wearing gold im internationally known as the kid with the flow that brings enough dough theres never enough dough shit I need more get that shit out the stove baby blue was dough fresh off the flow stash blocks by the dash some by the wall make the purple bring the green and fuck the law im also raw im hot im sure im like the coolest motherfucka around the globe boy I sent the club on fire I told ya im the general saluting his soldiers (chorus) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4 I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (verse 3) now work it out now shortie work it out, I want see you brake it down now back it up now ,you know what im about just like I bank job I'm in and I'm out now work it out now, work it out work it out, now work it out now, work it out, work it out |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
(intro)
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit (verse 1) im in my lambo maggot my fo fo fagget doors cliffed up im like go go gadget see this shit I got on homie i'd hate to my teflon on boy my goverment issue I hit your vertebrate,bullet went through tissue your wife on the futon huggin her shit soon homie you a bitch you got feminime ways heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got four fifths and bananas on the case they got more whips than a runaway slave me and yayo go back like some high top fades when I made 50 mil <a href="/Eminem" title="Eminem">Em</a> got paid when I made 60 mil <a href="/Dr._Dre" title="Dr. Dre">Dre</a> got paid when I made 80 mil Jimmy got paid I ain't even got to rap now life is made said I aint even got to rap, i'm filthy man (chorus) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4 I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (verse 2) I think nothin but hundred dollar bills on the bank role I got the kind of money that the bank cant hold got off the street movin mongoose and hoes seven three capris old school when I role ways pass fuck the toe no more paltinum i'm wearing gold im internationally known as the kid with the flow that brings enough dough theres never enough dough shit I need more get that shit out the stove baby blue was dough fresh off the flow stash blocks by the dash some by the wall make the purple bring the green and fuck the law im also raw im hot im sure im like the coolest motherfucka around the globe boy I sent the club on fire I told ya im the general saluting his soldiers (chorus) I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4 I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (verse 3) now work it out now shortie work it out, I want see you brake it down now back it up now ,you know what im about just like I bank job I'm in and I'm out now work it out now, work it out work it out, now work it out now, work it out, work it out |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o Crack rap, million dolla bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangsta But really ain't tho I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier No vaseline in the M-16 I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean And gotta body like I feed it creatine My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII My name is Yayo A crazy nigga he don't play tho I hitcha planters peanut with the .80 Al Qaeda expert merkin When all my niggas die They gon have 80 virgins I'm the 'Burb swervin Cause I'm drunk and I'm high With that glock and pump, that mac and .45 Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale Mini me niggas wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach Nigga it's Boo-Boo But you can call me 50 Fuck with me the police will have to get me 760 I-I ride I'm a rider Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon You shootin back, but u ain't hittin Shit I'm still standing When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man Yea, nigga I'm straight outta southside I'm back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit Stunt witcha mouth wide We move around militant We trained for some iller shit Southside |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o Crack rap, million dolla bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangsta But really ain't tho I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier No vaseline in the M-16 I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean And gotta body like I feed it creatine My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII My name is Yayo A crazy nigga he don't play tho I hitcha planters peanut with the .80 Al Qaeda expert merkin When all my niggas die They gon have 80 virgins I'm the 'Burb swervin Cause I'm drunk and I'm high With that glock and pump, that mac and .45 Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale Mini me niggas wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach Nigga it's Boo-Boo But you can call me 50 Fuck with me the police will have to get me 760 I-I ride I'm a rider Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon You shootin back, but u ain't hittin Shit I'm still standing When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man Yea, nigga I'm straight outta southside I'm back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit Stunt witcha mouth wide We move around militant We trained for some iller shit Southside |
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from 50 Cent - Still Will [single] (2007)
Oooo don`t even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain`t nothing changed still holla at my homies Oooo and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don`t want to, nigga but I will if I got to kill If niggas get the f**kin around If niggas get the f**kin around Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire or me or you can catch one in your wig See the testorossa the toasta is right on my lap So if a nigga get outta line a nigga get clapped I got a arseanal an infatry I`m built for this mentally Thats why I`m the general I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I`ll be the end of you Forget your enemies and think of what your frieds'll do I drop a bag off, they let a mag off That ---- glock will tear half your ass off I`m not for the games I`m not for all the playin The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lines or get the message Paint a picture with words you can see me when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off all at the same time (yeah) Oooo don`t even look at me wrong when i come through the hood Ain`t nothing changed still holla at my homies Oooo and when i hit the block i still will kill And i don`t want to, nigga but i will if i got to kill If niggas get the f**kin around If niggas get the f**kin around Where im from death is already in the air homie Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me I come creeping through the hood wearin teflon Hit the corners Muthaf**kers get left on Niggas know if not they better check my background Tryna stick me i'll fill your back with mack rounds Ask preme nigga 50 don`t back down I keep it funky like fiends in the crack house Cross the line boy imma air ya ass out Screw your face at me i wanna know what thas bout Nigga i know you aint mad i done came up And if you are f**k you cuz i aint change up The OG's wanna talk but i dont know these niggas And I ain`t did no business with em I don`t owe these niggas A minute of my time I did it cuz I grind All across the globe like the worlds mine (yeah!) Oooo don`t even look at me wrong when i come through the hood Ain`t nothing changed still holla at my homies Oooo and when i hit the block i still will kill And i don`t want to, nigga but i will if i got to kill If niggas get the f**kin around If niggas get the f**kin around (convict) Now tell me have you eva looked up in an instance And seen a mack aimin at your head mayne (head mayne) Before you know it life is flashin Remanissin' And your body is drippin and full of lead mayne (lead mayne) I done been there (uh-huh) I done copped that (uh-huh) But it aint neva been a question about that (uhhh) Don't go there (uhhh) You'll get claped at (uh-huh) And if ya play me f**karound and re-route that (uh-huh) You'll neva catch me ridin around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic whippers in the loaded with dum d's Stash under the carpet like a can of seabreeze Fifty dont make me ride on these niggas (ay) Cuz i will kill dip and hide on these niggas (oooohhhhh) Fifty don`t make me ride on these niggas (ay) Cuz I`ll be long gone like the rippa (soooo) Don`t even look at me wrong when i come through the hood Ain`t nothing changed still holla at my homies Oooo and when i hit the block i still will kill And i dont want to, nigga but i will if i got to kill If niggas get the f**kin around If niggas get the f**kin around |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way I've been down that road and now I'm back, sittin' on square one Tryna pick myself up where I started from <i><b>Obie Trice</b></i> I never woulda thought that I'd see you outta control Even though my penis was deep down in your hole You should know between us we was like mates to soul Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes You was more or so the chalant type, I chose To more shows, haunted you nights I suppose That's how it go, with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning, friends we decided to roll So who's responsible when you get excited, explode And Obie's grinning, then you invite that Obie's cold But bitches the gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate We established this way before we became mates So whats required is that you chill with all that fire Get your desire when I retire Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine <i><b>Eminem</b></i> I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters Till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall I used to treat you like a groupie broad When we fucked I refused to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me It's true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are But see, when you're in it it's too hard to see Till you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision that's life altering And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine <i><b>Stat Quo</b></i> In most cases, Stat's attitude is fuck-a-bitch My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was different, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in public, we sufferin' because of this Shorty on some whole 'notha other shit Tryna play sick thinkin' i'mma trick off rick I'll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit Feed you the best of me, I shoulda fed you piss We started off closer than close But who coulda predicted to know, your triflin' ways woulda stopped our growth And the final result, back in that same boat I ask myself, do I love these hoes? NO! <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> Em introduced us, "50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50" Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said you have very nice lips With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast Had her comin' over in a cab to give me some ass Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind She got to talkin', talkin' like an opportunist too Why talk when suckin' my dick is the real career move? Said she's an inspiring actress, she do videos for practice Yeah, yeah, now how many times have I heard that shit? Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine |
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from 50 Cent - 21 Questions [single] (2006)
(50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking)
(Hook) (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (50 Cent) It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks But the eagles I got own sixteen shots Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis (Hook) (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin') (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) (Lloyd Banks) It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next Duck nigga, everdays war I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store Don't make me send the piece at you I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo Look creampuff, you can get killed here Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star So I'mma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya (Hook) (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin') (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) (Tony Yayo) I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber Four five six feet, I off ya feet I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em Give it up, Burger King is hirin' You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime I jump out with a nina and a mack I have you like Khia, my neck, my back |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[50 Cent - Chorus]
I’m so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful, I’m so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful, [Verse 1] You daddy f-cked your momma then f-cked your sister, then climbed in your bed playing with your sh-tter, go ‘head take your belt off and hang yourself, matter of fact grab your strap and bang yourself, Jay’s a big man, he’s too big to respond, Imma big d-ck you know the one everybody on, your gon make me sing murder was the case pull this trigger sh-t ping ping, should start at the face, I’m international, Im never home mayne, i’ve gon so long my accent changed, better watch who you f-ck with mayne, or you gon make me carve you up now straight come on Game you’ll never be my equal, your homie shoot dogs, my n-gga shoot people, see me Im what your never gon be, I’m in that tax bracket your never gon see, when you cross me.. [chorus] [Verse 2] That n-gga Buck like Game tell momma he don smoked the TV, I didnt know he f-cked with more dope than BG, plus a n-gga sipped more syrup than Pepsi, man keeping these muthf-ckers rich aint easy, especially when a n-gga wanna stunt like Jeezy, and his cds didn’t sell like his CD’s, man that n-gga blew all of his chips like breezy’s, mad cos the world won’t treat him like Weezy, I don’t give a f-ck n-gga please believe me, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com no n-gga in the vocal booth around can see me, it’s crazy how I make this sh-t sound oh so easy, they say fifty not on Buck with him he oh so greasy, yeah he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy, its funny how they sh-t on n-ggas then they need me, see me I’m number one Im loading up my gun, i catch ya if you dun, you p-ssy n-gga run, [Chorus] [Verse 3] They say first comes love then comes marriage, Instead I got Shaniqua in the baby carriage, then came the cash then the baby momma drama, I gave the b-tch a half a mill, she blew it on prada, I remember when I met da b-tch and she aint had nada, now got my son on some fly sh-t, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com now i got to buy sh-t, man I can’t even flunk sh-t cos everybody want sh-t, everybody mad, damn even my dad, and I don’t even know him now how the f-ck I owe him, i aint giving nobody sh-t Imma show them, I gave Game hits, he told me to suck d-ck, start screaming Wesstside and Dre aint say sh-t, now we just eat of ‘em and when I talk to Em a smile comes on his face, he told me whats the case, enemies stay enemies, but friends they change, n-ggas go crazy over money my mayne, [Chorus] |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
Summer winter spring and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls Cause you're my baby you're my baby And I adore you You always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby you're my baby And you're amazing so amazing I'm from city to city to shop the show See me I been gliding across the globe I hustle hard to get the grib fa sho' So when I make time to call you you should pick up the phone Tell me whats on your mind when you're alone Have ya touching on yourself girl all in the zone Now if I told you all What things I say would I be wrong Well then I wouldn't be right Matter fact I'd be on the next flight tryna get it on wtih you tonight Do the things you like Touch the right spot have ya piped and hot While the wind blow through your hair in the drop Just lay back relax to the sounds of the sex And let me to what I do until you climax You can go straight to sleep after its all over In the morning roll over we can start over Summer winter spring and fall I'll be around to catch ya calls Cause you're my baby you're my baby And I adore you You always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby you're my baby And you're amazing so amazing I called just to say hope you having a nice day You're special I get into you oops I mean I'm into you Every chance I get I find time to spend with you Jet to bring you to me just to watch a movie Better yet to watch you climb into the jacuzzi Bubbles in he bath don in the glass Funny how time flies when you full of laughs Its fun but before long a nigga gotta dash For the lifestyle I live a nigga need cash To come quick so I don't fuck with the stash I know you like pomps and boots I like jeeps and coupes so I grind all the time just gimme some loot I put a spell on you I like to call it a spell In the bedroom working it well I don't kiss and tell But I don't care if you kiss and tell You can tell your girlfriend the details Summer winter spring and fall I'll be around to catch ya calls Cause you're my baby you're my baby And I adore you You always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby you're my baby And you're amazing so amazing Summer winter spring and fall I'll be around to catch ya calls Cause you're my baby you're my baby And I adore you You always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby you're my baby And you're amazing so amazing |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y'know, somethin epic Lloyd Banks, you know Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't ..Wanna see you smile baby ... Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile I wanna be the reason you smi-ile I wanna be the reason you smile After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes [Lloyd Banks] I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge From the conversations we have and the way it ends You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz It all depends, maybe if we make amends We can start from scratch Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact We plan to be platonic but the hearts in tact So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back You're amazing in the sack Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black God Bless whoever gave you all of that If you seen her from the back You'd understand why dis feel like that And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows Her pussy good enough to miss award shows And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes Up and down [Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)] Whenever I'm not around , and you feelin down Let the thought of me be (be the reason you smile) I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown I wanna bring you joy and be (be the reason you smile) Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down I provide by any means to be (be the reason you smile) We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while I'm just happy I'm around to be (the reason you smile) [Lloyd Banks] The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful What about the half of this shit I done did to you Violated and tip toed into a crib or two I've come clean to be a bigger individual Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz when you tease 'em with your physical She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left Wild drama, section 8 princess My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed Cause it's hard to communicate Cause she don't speak no ingles I been around the world from state to state But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on Cause I'm leavin in a hour flat, really dont matter, shes mad Even when I holla back All I really need your attention for a while And, I bet you I can make you smile [Chorus - 2X] |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
Intro)
Yeah I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin I'ma catch you sumthin (Chorus) nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought for me that chain is nice that's what you bought for me them earrings is nice That's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money (Verse 1) You wanna spray at me? Go head The last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Ya little sister callin you stupid Reason why? Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted your pussy, bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys My black g-unit hoody just reaked of marijuana Cocaine coming out my pores in the summer Im serious man I'm so sincere This the flow right here that f**ked up Jeffery's career Make money, take money Yeah nigga yeah (Chorus) nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought for me that chain is nice that's what you bought for me them earrings is nice That's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money (Verse 2) Whos dat peepin in my window Wow The feds on me now They know when im sleeping They know when im wake I know they got my phone taped im screamin f**k jake Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switch states Bad news V-A now that sounds great I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy waitin to get f**ked I holla at A-I peoples to get gats They charged me 500 a piece for two macs Then im back doin me Im back out on a spree Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me The more product I take the more paper we see Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key (Chorus) nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought for me that chain is nice that's what you bought for me them earrings is nice That's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
Intro)
Yeah I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin I'ma catch you sumthin (Chorus) nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought for me that chain is nice that's what you bought for me them earrings is nice That's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money (Verse 1) You wanna spray at me? Go head The last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Ya little sister callin you stupid Reason why? Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted your pussy, bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys My black g-unit hoody just reaked of marijuana Cocaine coming out my pores in the summer Im serious man I'm so sincere This the flow right here that f**ked up Jeffery's career Make money, take money Yeah nigga yeah (Chorus) nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought for me that chain is nice that's what you bought for me them earrings is nice That's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money (Verse 2) Whos dat peepin in my window Wow The feds on me now They know when im sleeping They know when im wake I know they got my phone taped im screamin f**k jake Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switch states Bad news V-A now that sounds great I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy waitin to get f**ked I holla at A-I peoples to get gats They charged me 500 a piece for two macs Then im back doin me Im back out on a spree Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me The more product I take the more paper we see Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key (Chorus) nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought for me that chain is nice that's what you bought for me them earrings is nice That's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money |
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from Justin Timberlake - Futuresex/Lovesounds (2007)
I can tell you want girl
You ain't gotta worry no more You keep my bottles cold and you pop 'em As soon as I walk in the door These dude don't know me from Adam and Eve That's why they can't mess up my flow And when this beat drops, your heart stops You feel it from your head to your toes If you know what I'm talking 'bout Let me see you work it out Girl that's what I'm talking 'bout I got sexy ladies all over the floor You're talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now I'm back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more Let me take it off I know a little girly from uptown Just waiting just to cater to me I know a little betty from downtown That'll do anything that I please All my other people that dance around When they hear me rocking the groove Now it might sound cocky But is it really cocky if you know that it's true If you know what I'm talking 'bout Let me see you work it out Girl that's what I'm talking 'bout I got sexy ladies all over the floor You're talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now I'm back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more And let me take it off Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Now break it down Now move a little bit to the left Now move back over here to the right Now let me see you walk, walk, yeah Let me see you walk Here comes your part girl Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body (Slow down girl) Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body (Slow down girl) Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body (Slow down girl) Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body I got sexy ladies all over the floor You're talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now I'm back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more And let me take it off [Let Me Talk To You (Prelude)] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (I'm tired of arguing girl) Hey, hey, hey, (I'm tired of arguing girl) Hey, hey, hey My love, uh huh, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love My love I love the way you're standing Lips look so sweet, like cotton candy (My love) That don't mean you gotta stop dancing 'Cause the way that you move is so demanding (My love) Let's put it on cruise control Let me take you to the crib, let me ease your soul (My love) I gonna take it really nice and slow But first let me, let me, let me talk to her My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love My love Walk into my great place, cozy I'm glad you came, let's make a toast (My love) Let me make an indecent proposal Let me take you to the back and do what we're suppose to (My love) Let's take a trip to the bayou You can be the investigator, I'm your Private I (My love) You know I want a piece of that pie But first let me, let me, let me talk to her My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey |
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from G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline It only take one time, for you to send a death threat And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat You ain't met me yet I been camoflauged in the bushes And I'm co-signing Fifty, 'cause them niggas all pussies Bustin' shots at ya convoy You don't want war No surrender, no retreat this is Vietnam boy Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades You won't make it to the general, without getting sprayed Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men You continue troops and get 'em all blowed back Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what! General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you Look nigga, I suggest you go home 'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher Stand alone, provide my own supper Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I'm gon' fuck her Don't tryta pick up for them lames around you You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown Got niggas running like the KKK's around My album's coming, a new year's approaching My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach 'em There's a very fine line between a pool and the ocean Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where they make head bounce And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce These niggas really want war, 'cause if so Get on your vest, 'cause all you gotta do is say that General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
50 Cent - Ryder Music Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back, crew [Verse 1] Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my teflon on and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't f**k with these clown niggas In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stocks sore I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get me confused Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth T&T around, I can still make blow move [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] [Verse 2] Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good On the low, I done f**ked like half of Hollywood Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows In my favorite position, you know how it goes In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made They make you wanna run across they head wit a switch blade They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug My flows crack you listen, your f**kin' brains on drugs Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] [Verse 3] My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin' Like the stones on my wrist Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit I'm fallin', in love with success Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turns Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid In '99, I had a vision and made a decision Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] |
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from 50 Cent - The Massacre (2005)
50 Cent - Ryder Music Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back, crew [Verse 1] Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my teflon on and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't f**k with these clown niggas In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stocks sore I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get me confused Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth T&T around, I can still make blow move [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] [Verse 2] Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good On the low, I done f**ked like half of Hollywood Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows In my favorite position, you know how it goes In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made They make you wanna run across they head wit a switch blade They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug My flows crack you listen, your f**kin' brains on drugs Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] [Verse 3] My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin' Like the stones on my wrist Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit I'm fallin', in love with success Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turns Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid In '99, I had a vision and made a decision Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] |
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from 50 Cent - Guess Who'S Beck? (2002)
50 CENT LYRICS
"Rotten Apple" (50 Cent) I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation ***** you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation ****** be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin' ***** you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason ***** witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down That's how it's goin' down (Chorus) Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don't live long in New York **** around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three In every hood in the US, I'm that**** they feelin' Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect? My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you" My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk I came to teach you how we put it down in New York That's how we get down (Chorus) Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life You should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'" "Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'" I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts Now we can hit the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump, you can have it how you want But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh) Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich? I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces That's how we get down (Chorus) Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down |
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from Nicole Scherzinger - Right There [single] (2011)
[50 Cent]
50, Nicole It’s just another one Another number one I’m complex, difficult to understand I don’t know if it’s staged It’s just to make a better man I wanna it in the morning Right early I want it I rise as the sunrise Baby now get up on it Give to me good Shawty work it like it should You follow instructions Then I follow instructions The ultimate seduction More kissing and touching Feels super natural First chance I’m at you [Chorus] Come here baby and be my baby And be my baby oh oh oh Come here baby put your hands on my body Hands on my body oh oh oh Right there keep it right there I love when you put it right there oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Yeah [Nicole - Verse 1] Me like the way that you hold my body Me like the way that you touch my body Me like the way that you kiss my yeah yeah yeah yeah me like it Me like the way that he put it on me Me like the way that he push up on me Me like the way that he goin’ down down down down down No you never gonna let no girl take him from me Never gonna let no girl steal him form me Never gonna let the girl keep the close now I tell’em eh eh don’t too close now [Chorus] Come here baby and be my baby And be my baby oh oh oh Come here baby put your hands on my body Hands on my body oh oh oh Right there keep it right there I love when you put it right there oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Yeah [Nicole - Verse 2] I like the way that you talk dirty Don’t wash your mouth I I like it dirty You like to please yeah I like that yeah yeah yeah yeah me like it I like the way that you keep me coming That yeah you so good you had me running Me like the way that he goin’ down down down down down No I ain’t never gonna let no girl take him from me Never gonna let no girl steal him from me Never gonna let the girl keep the close now I tell’em eh eh don’t too close now [Chorus] Come here baby and be my baby And be my baby oh oh oh Come here baby put your hands on my body Hands on my body oh oh oh Right there keep it right there I love when you put it right there oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Yeah [50 Cent] I like it when you freaky I’m freaky I’ll explore your body completely Til you feel like you need me Chest to chest I reckon I get to kiss you in neck Come correct to make a sweat It’s making us wet Say my name, say my name Positions we change I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking I ain’t playing no games Jackpot, backshot Still roughly taken My pleasure is pleasing you You should feel the same too [Bridge] Do we know how to work it? You got that got that Put it on you work it You got that got that Do you feel good for your let down good for you yeah He got that got that All my girls if you mad put it down let me hear you say yeah All my girls if you mad put it down let me hear you say yeah Do we work that like you like that? When you got up on that you do you right back? Say yeah all my girls say yeah [Chorus] Come here baby and be my baby And be my baby oh oh oh Come here baby put your hands on my body Hands on my body oh oh oh Right there keep it right there I love when you put it right there oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Yeah |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent - Chorus]
I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head [50 Cent - Verse 1] I'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on' The choir at your funeral singin' for so long The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots The more paper the more strength we gone get it The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin' Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip [Young Buck - Verse 2] Nigga its G-Unit Fuck ya clique, like sifiless bitch you stuck with this Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine Even If 50 dropped me I still wouldn't sign Either lost 'yo mind, or pumped 'yo head Tryna stop my shine, but I got bread And I ain't got time, to hear what they said When I catch them cowards Im'a bust they head [50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga trip i'll come for your head [Lloyd Banks - Verse 3] Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw Big ass cheque, they show I score Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer of war Im hot, five hundred degrees or more My door'll block an M16 or more Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before Black card swiping, green galore [Tony Yayo - Verse 4] Yeah yeah.. I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin' The FEDS keep comin', the money we buryin' Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip [50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent - Chorus]
I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head [50 Cent - Verse 1] I'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on' The choir at your funeral singin' for so long The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots The more paper the more strength we gone get it The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin' Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip [Young Buck - Verse 2] Nigga its G-Unit Fuck ya clique, like sifiless bitch you stuck with this Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine Even If 50 dropped me I still wouldn't sign Either lost 'yo mind, or pumped 'yo head Tryna stop my shine, but I got bread And I ain't got time, to hear what they said When I catch them cowards Im'a bust they head [50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga trip i'll come for your head [Lloyd Banks - Verse 3] Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw Big ass cheque, they show I score Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer of war Im hot, five hundred degrees or more My door'll block an M16 or more Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before Black card swiping, green galore [Tony Yayo - Verse 4] Yeah yeah.. I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin' The FEDS keep comin', the money we buryin' Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip [50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head |
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from Joe - And Then (2004)
[Joe]
Everybody say ride wit u, ride wit u, yea its [50 Cent] 50 cent, yea and lloyd banks, yea, and young Buck, yea, and joe. G-Unit! [Lloyd Banks] Baby were gonna rock 'n' roll, with joe to the cover we'll still hit the blocks and i'm sold with you can you picture, me and you none of your friends, no crew we gonna do whatever you wanna do i'll take ya mind off whatever you goin through just sit back and relax to the sound of the sax i'm hood but that dont mean i ride around with the rats i work and make ya lose a couple pounds in the sack [Joe] Look at what we got right here such a work of art someone i'll give my heart to any thing, its what i'll do just so that she would be mine, i give her all my time, every part of me my mind, soul, and my body what's up? [Chorus] Ride with ya, ride with ya, i wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, i wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya, i wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, i wanna ride [Joe] The type that just dont care if its you i want im gon' come and get you and see whats really good with you please believe i'll take you there but first lets see if your intellectual matches up with your physical baby [Chorus] [Young Buck] Come on and ride with a thug we can do what you like a baller baby you see the blue in my ice drop the top and let your hair blow back them j.lo jeans girl that ass so fat Buck know just what to do with all that chest to chest so ill hit it from the back i do it like a pro, wont nobody kno lets pop some more ride and listen to joe [Joe x2] I just want to let u kno that, that ooo your so beautiful (your so beautiful) and that Nothings impossible the places that we can go (we can go anywhere baby) [Chorus x2] [Joe x2] I just want to let you know that, that ooo your so beautiful (your so beautiful) and that Nothings impossible the places that we can go (we can go anywhere baby) [Chorus x2] |
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from Joe - And Then... (2005)
[Joe]
Everybody say ride wit u, ride wit u, yea its [50 Cent] 50 cent, yea and lloyd banks, yea, and young Buck, yea, and joe. G-Unit! [Lloyd Banks] Baby were gonna rock 'n' roll, with joe to the cover we'll still hit the blocks and i'm sold with you can you picture, me and you none of your friends, no crew we gonna do whatever you wanna do i'll take ya mind off whatever you goin through just sit back and relax to the sound of the sax i'm hood but that dont mean i ride around with the rats i work and make ya lose a couple pounds in the sack [Joe] Look at what we got right here such a work of art someone i'll give my heart to any thing, its what i'll do just so that she would be mine, i give her all my time, every part of me my mind, soul, and my body what's up? [Chorus] Ride with ya, ride with ya, i wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, i wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya, i wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, i wanna ride [Joe] The type that just dont care if its you i want im gon' come and get you and see whats really good with you please believe i'll take you there but first lets see if your intellectual matches up with your physical baby [Chorus] [Young Buck] Come on and ride with a thug we can do what you like a baller baby you see the blue in my ice drop the top and let your hair blow back them j.lo jeans girl that ass so fat Buck know just what to do with all that chest to chest so ill hit it from the back i do it like a pro, wont nobody kno lets pop some more ride and listen to joe [Joe x2] I just want to let u kno that, that ooo your so beautiful (your so beautiful) and that Nothings impossible the places that we can go (we can go anywhere baby) [Chorus x2] [Joe x2] I just want to let you know that, that ooo your so beautiful (your so beautiful) and that Nothings impossible the places that we can go (we can go anywhere baby) [Chorus x2] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV Ecstasy especially out the GT You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims Why say somethin about my name? Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes, ready or not Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone Keep it cocked - and ready to pop The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born Stop drop, or get lead in your knot I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome Here it comes - ready or not [Tony Yayo] Yeah, yeah My little shooter's 16 from the projects Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant You? You live life like a barbaric peasant Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet Fuck the pigs on the street They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers Get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz You die if it's rated R If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle Of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto These rappers ain't kings, they pawns And got dust bunnies on they guns [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I think God spent a lil' extra time on me Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes Givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV Ecstasy especially out the GT You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims Why say somethin about my name? Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes, ready or not Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone Keep it cocked - and ready to pop The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born Stop drop, or get lead in your knot I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome Here it comes - ready or not [Tony Yayo] Yeah, yeah My little shooter's 16 from the projects Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant You? You live life like a barbaric peasant Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet Fuck the pigs on the street They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers Get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz You die if it's rated R If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle Of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto These rappers ain't kings, they pawns And got dust bunnies on they guns [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I think God spent a lil' extra time on me Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes Givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him [Chorus] |
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from Pusha T - Fear Of God II : Let Us Pray (2011)
디스 이즈 힙합 ..
ttj25 Party On Fifth Ave. Mac Miller Stereo Hearts (Feat. Adam Levine Of Maroon 5) Gym Class .. Let`s Go (Feat. Jay-Z) Jaz-O, T.. Jaz-O The Immobilarie 곡 60 | 담기 11 | 추천 3 |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-04-08
Subject : 50 Cent - Get Rich or Die Trying (Shady/Aftermat,2003)
