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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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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 50 Cent - Outlaw [single] (2011)
[Intro:]
Outlaw, we lawless We ballin out nigga regardless Everything VVS we flawless When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest [Verse 1:] If niggas so hot, why they ain't got what I got My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot My fat knots, my swag is top notch My crack spots bring in cash in non stop My nigga Rock just came home from comstock I got shooters they ain't got what I got Got shit locked, I stunt non stop I get it and I blow it how I want, why not My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot Come through in the drop, hold the glock why not 9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock 9 carat stones, I'm in my own zone [Hook:] Outlaw yea yea we lawless We ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do Outlaw yea yea we lawless We ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do [Verse 2:] You wanna get shot, go ahead run up on my spot My lawyers will have me out by 1 o'clock Go ahead get dropped tryna get what I got My diamonds twinkle over my izod My gun pop, tell me why would you try that Porsche turbo, cayenne, I'll buy that G5 jet, pilot, I fly that Burn good shit, get as high as I get My minds sick, I'm criminal minded Shorty ass fat, I wanna bump and grind that Groupie love bitch, your left breast I'll sign that I'm CEO, Hoe you ain't know? [Hook:] Outlaw yea yea we lawless We ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do Outlaw yea yea we lawless We ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do [Verse 3:] New york party of the year, my spot These bitches look so good, oh my god Looking at the man in the mirror I'm so hot Shorty wanna cut, cool make sure the door lock Off with the Gucci, down go my Louis Out come my uuwee, do me, baby do me Like pornstar took ya to my spot My bed rock back and forth when I'm on top My backshots they are sorta like crack rocks I give it all I got, nonstop till sweat drop I damage I wreck shop, I come thru correct I, I give her what she need, till it's hard to breathe Eeyyyy [Hook:] Outlaw yea yea we lawless We ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do Outlaw yea yea we lawless We ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do |
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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 Karaoke Official: Originals (Volume 1) (2011)
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Uh huh So seductive I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop (yea) Boy, wanna taste what I got (uh huh) I'll have you spending all you got (c'mon) Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa You could have it your way How do you want it? You gonna back that thing up or should I push up on it? Temperature rising, ok Let's go to the next level Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle I break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a nympho, I be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teaching you about how strong I got you When you show me what you working baby, No problem Get on top, get your bounce around like a low rider I'm a seasoned vet, when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick I'm trying to explain baby, the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hand (uh huh) I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa Girl what we do (what we do) And where we do (and where we do) The things we do (things we do) Are just between me and you, yea (oh yeah, yea) Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before Cuz I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door, she kept pulling on my zipper It's like a race, who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic, how erotic it is to watch her in thongs Had me thinking about that ass after I'm gone I touched the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she whine Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind No she ain't stopping homie and I ain't stopping Dripping wet with sweat, man it's on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on And we gonna sip that heavy bubble man, every bottle is gone I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa |
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from Jeremih - Down On Me [single] (2011)
She want it I can tell she want it
want me to push up on it for she know when I'm all on it we get the party going liquor flowing this is fire 50 and jeremih number 1 there's nothing higher (what you gon do) get it get it (I see you baby) work it work it (won't you, just put it down) get it get it work it work it break it break it down... Ok she headed to the dancefloor and she slowly start to poppin it something like my wrist cause everybody got to watching it girl you go that secret treasure I'm gon put that lock on it don't care what they say I would be stupid to be not on it heard you go that sticky lets go and take 9 shots we'll just call it fifty and I'm gon lick it lick it lick it till the hicky have her River running keep you running til you empty (bang bang bang bang) Oh you look so sweet what you work in Bally's look at your physique girl you are a beauty well I am a beast they must have been trippin to have let me off the leash I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me Systems thumping party jumping shorty she's a perfect 10 she rock her hips than roll her hips than drop it down like it's nothing she shaped just like an hour glass she see how fast an hour passed time flys when I'm on that ass but I won't put our sh-t on blast work it like a pro pro pro sit and watch it go go go do her thing all on the floor she bounce it fast and shake it slow so sexual incredible she beautiful she edible I got her I won't let her go I aint seen nothing better yo look at how she twurk it the way she work it make me wanna hit it hit it heaven when I'm in it in it if I do not fit, I'm gonna make it girl you can take it don't stop get it get it I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me down with that booty on me shawty you a dime why you lookin lonely oh baby we can go go, low low low yeah I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me |
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from Soulja Boy Tell 'Em - The DeAndre Way [Deluxe Version] (2010)
[Soulja Boy]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker You talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon [50 cent] AK47 got them dialing 9-11 I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya Keep thinking it's a game, n-gga's aint playing [Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain A n-gga talking all that sh-t Y'all n-ggas cannot represent F-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga Split ya I deal with ya [50 cent] Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga I won't tell ya twice B-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta's they love me These hoes they be all on me They can't help that they want me They want me back [Soulja Boy] Im on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy [50 cent] Yeah, we royalty dont talk to me B-tch you not worthy [Soulja Boy - Chorus] Mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who? Rob me? n-gga we gon rob you Choppers on me, n-ggas we don't give a f-ck I'm in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs F-ck your mean mugs N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug [50 cent] When I'm trippin' Im twisted, I slap my clip in When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin' I'm iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin' I lost count all this paper I be gettin' [Soulja Boy] Any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball And watch a n-gga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws I'm money over all, I don't really give a f-ck Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up [50 cent] Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop From the balls to the top She must do this sh-t a lot She's a freak she's a pro Got that paper it's a go Bring the Kush, bring the dro She might bless ya on the low [Soulja Boy] Man, Thats why I pick you up off the ground If you make a f-cking sound Disrespect my f-cking crew B-tch is you f-cking clown Get the f-ck back n-gga We up in the club High as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped [Chorus] Mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who? Rob me? n-gga we gon rob you Choppers on me, n-ggas we don't give a f-ck I'm in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs F-ck your mean mugs N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug [Outro] Yeah, misery loves company n-gga I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies |
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from Soulja Boy Tell 'Em - The DeAndre Way (2010)
[Soulja Boy]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker You talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon [50 cent] AK47 got them dialing 9-11 I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya Keep thinking it's a game, n-gga's aint playing [Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain A n-gga talking all that sh-t Y'all n-ggas cannot represent F-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga Split ya I deal with ya [50 cent] Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga I won't tell ya twice B-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta's they love me These hoes they be all on me They can't help that they want me They want me back [Soulja Boy] Im on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy [50 cent] Yeah, we royalty dont talk to me B-tch you not worthy [Soulja Boy - Chorus] Mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who? Rob me? n-gga we gon rob you Choppers on me, n-ggas we don't give a f-ck I'm in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs F-ck your mean mugs N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug [50 cent] When I'm trippin' Im twisted, I slap my clip in When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin' I'm iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin' I lost count all this paper I be gettin' [Soulja Boy] Any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball And watch a n-gga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws I'm money over all, I don't really give a f-ck Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up [50 cent] Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop From the balls to the top She must do this sh-t a lot She's a freak she's a pro Got that paper it's a go Bring the Kush, bring the dro She might bless ya on the low [Soulja Boy] Man, Thats why I pick you up off the ground If you make a f-cking sound Disrespect my f-cking crew B-tch is you f-cking clown Get the f-ck back n-gga We up in the club High as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped [Chorus] Mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who? Rob me? n-gga we gon rob you Choppers on me, n-ggas we don't give a f-ck I'm in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs F-ck your mean mugs N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug [Outro] Yeah, misery loves company n-gga I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies |
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from Jeremih - All About You (2010)
She want it I can tell she want it
want me to push up on it for she know when I'm all on it we get the party going liquor flowing this is fire 50 and jeremih number 1 there's nothing higher (what you gon do) get it get it (I see you baby) work it work it (won't you, just put it down) get it get it work it work it break it break it down... Ok she headed to the dancefloor and she slowly start to poppin it something like my wrist cause everybody got to watching it girl you go that secret treasure I'm gon put that lock on it don't care what they say I would be stupid to be not on it heard you go that sticky lets go and take 9 shots we'll just call it fifty and I'm gon lick it lick it lick it till the hicky have her River running keep you running til you empty (bang bang bang bang) Oh you look so sweet what you work in Bally's look at your physique girl you are a beauty well I am a beast they must have been trippin to have let me off the leash I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me Systems thumping party jumping shorty she's a perfect 10 she rock her hips than roll her hips than drop it down like it's nothing she shaped just like an hour glass she see how fast an hour passed time flys when I'm on that ass but I won't put our sh-t on blast work it like a pro pro pro sit and watch it go go go do her thing all on the floor she bounce it fast and shake it slow so sexual incredible she beautiful she edible I got her I won't let her go I aint seen nothing better yo look at how she twurk it the way she work it make me wanna hit it hit it heaven when I'm in it in it if I do not fit, I'm gonna make it girl you can take it don't stop get it get it I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me Say you independent get it from your momma tell me if you with it do you really wanna wanna baby when you see me you know I be on it can you keep it open put it all up on me down with that booty on me shawty you a dime why you lookin lonely oh baby we can go go, low low low yeah I love the way you grind with that booty on me shorty you a dime why you looking lonely we'll buy another round and it's all on me as long as I'm around put it down on me just put it down on me put it down on me down down on me put it down on me don't throw it off the mound show me how its gon be girl all I really want is you down on me put it down on me |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open First it's her neck, yeah, then her back Yeah, I'm a freak, I get into all that Girl I perform for you, like a porno star 'Til you had enough then I just need a lil' bit more New music, new move, new position New erotic sounds is goin' down, now listen I can hear your heartbeat, your sweatin' I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper I told you I'd get you I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter, maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then we be movin' as fast as a NASCAR ride Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tounge baby, I'll leave you sprung baby I'll have your head spinnin' sayin, "50 so crazy" Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin? I bet I'll get ya open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Girl, I want you to gimme what you got, then gimme more Baby, you can start on top, or all fours You know I like it, when you get into it Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated Drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on a regular Tell me what you want shawty, that's what I'mma get for you I need you to give what I need, more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me reason to breath I need you, I'm tellin' you so now you know what I need I be your part-time or full-time lover, significant-other No matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter Girl, you can get it however you want to get it I'm feelin your style, I'm tellin' you right now, I'm with it Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin', I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken, You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[50 cent]
Yeah 50, I gave her books to read, feed her mind with knowledge, gave her street smarts, sh-t you can’t get in college, she’s a reflection of me, so you know she the sh-t, if imma star she a star, if Im rich she rich, thats my dog, I tell her stay she wanna go, i tell her go she wanna stay, thats my dog, you know a b-tch usually don’t mean nothing to me, thats right but thats my dog, i go left she go right, i go up she go down, she couldn’t listen now she aint around, so ungrateful screaming I hate you, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com she must got amnesia, b-tch I made you now, just think just think, that coulda been you, just think, that shoulda been you, yeah, with me I share the world with you, but you aint ride with a rider so I aint f-cking with you, [R-Kelly: Chorus] say say say girl, come here, no, you no, you, her yeah, you go, the reason you didnt get picked because you got your nose up your ass, you smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met your match, im smelling my sh-t too now how you like that, you coulda had this dude and anything you choose, and that girl you lose cos I aint f-cking with ya, shopping sprees drop top hat blowing in the wind, coulda been you, living lavish, instead its your girlfriend, but you tripping while we sipping, in the back of a big …. [50 cent] some say it hurts when you supposed to win and you lose, you were supposed to be sure baby, you was confused, i had a thang for ya, I had a ride for ya, house, cars, kids and a pet name for ya, p-ssy cat, I told you I’ll make it you ain’t believe, i guess coming up it was hard, it was easy to leave, I think about it maybe Im right, maybe im wrong, either way shorty life goes on, when your around my smiles a grin, my thoughts are a sin, you asked can we try again, i aint f-cking with you, its on the club jumpin, im tryna to get my liquor in you want sometin (?) again im staring at your thicker friend, i guess Im like Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness, in my hood we all hustle in pursuit of the same sh-t, just think just think, that coulda been you, just think, that shoulda been you, yeah, with me I share the world with you, but you aint ride with a rider so I aint f-cking with you, [Chorus] [R-Kelly] there aint no other way to put it except, i know you’ll understand girl its … … see us in the back of the club popping bottles and it coulda been you but no said it coulda been coulda been you yeaah, said it coulda been coulda been you. |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[50 Cent -Chorus]
Yeah, yeh yeh yeh, pull the strap out you know what that bout, you do it my way, called a crime wave, whoaaa, waay, whoaa, waaay, I wave the heat to heat, wave my right to speak, plead the fifth ya’ll dont tell em sh-t ya’ll, whoaaa, wheey, whoaa, wheey, [Verse 1] I’m not telling you to shoot somebody, but if somebody try to shoot you, shoot em don’t waste time, lil n-gga just do it, any n-gga out of order must be serviced, see now now ya hesitating boy ya making me nervous, the feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet, front on me, try to run from me, hollow seat up your back b, pistol pop, drop the top, burn baby burn, revolvers spin again and again and n-ggas never learn, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com got an itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger n-gga, so if you hit me then you get me, I’ll be back to get ya, man I might bring the homies … thats necessary, see you might not be worried, but I think you should worry, the bullets come in flurries, the next thing u know u buried, yeah, I do away with 9 n-ggas in 9 days, my nine sprays, wish it don’t go my way, hold it sideways, f-ck around cause a crime wave, [Chorus] [Verse 2] I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry, them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man they into me, yeah, I’m number 1 on Forbes, yeah, they can’t f-ck with ya boy, title time is crank time I flip that get that back, Louie V napsack filled up with g-stacks, Im sick in the head, me I’m all bout the bread, go head f-ck with the kid, see it’s just what I said, see the stash Im making double make a key(?) bubble, jim stop before I cut you till your mum don’t no you, see when we play the warriors come out to play, want to play get your ass laid out today, see I’m back on the sh-t I was on before, so if a n-gga try to stunt we gon take em to war, [Chorus] [Outro] Man, I be on some other sh-t these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, yeah, ooohooohooo yeah, oooooh yeah, (no no no no) the homie said he f-ck with me, i have him meet ya up for me, yeh yeh yeh, (no no no no) |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'
Yeah, yeah Nigga try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start gettin' loose on ya Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message We gon' fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya This ain't the Carter nigga, this is Sparta It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific, nah, it's terrific I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist it Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me That 430 Spider, carbon fiber And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my niggas while they whoop your ass My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
You think about money when you think about me huh,
thats what my ex, my ex you don’t want to be her, she used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker, i had her eating lobster now she eating pizza, i think about easter when I think about Keyshia, shorty stay fly thats why I keep her, round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa, she good if I leave her she got her own visa, think about them when you about frontin think about stuntin when you think about me, im the boss bentley or the porsche, overseas see jet skis slide across, i love the way you dress, now take it off, put your legs high on my shoulders across, Im racing through your mind but you already lost, im at the finish line and your the friend of mine, come on lets ride [Chorus] just a lil bit everynow and then god damn girl we used to be friends just a lil bit just a lil bit just a lil bit [Verse 2] I think like a hustler, im thinking bout a shipment, she thinking im her hustle, so she thinking bout commitment, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com its like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head, fell in love with a b-tch walked away with one leg, she aint even have to run to get away with the bread, thats some f-cked up sh-t think about that kid, im thinking what this b-tch thinking when she take me to court, i pay my child support, what the f-ck she want, this relationship, shit its too much for me, i wanna f-ck be friends and live comfortably she wanna shine and blow minds on shopping sprees, she should have what she wants just not for me, im thinking bout my future she part of my past, she don’t care bout me she just want some cash, im thinking damn girl, we used to be friends, how did sh-t become all about ends. [chorus] do you think about me, i know you think about me, just a lil bit just a lil bit just a lil bit I know you think about me, you were so special to me do you think about me, |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds) I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down [Lloyd Banks] Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Oh I think she like me, hell yeah she like me My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy She like it when I stunt, me I'm what she want I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread (get it get it get it) Got money out the asshole, the money on my head Don't mean nothin, I said don't mean nothin (get it get it get it) The Rose in the Rover I'm drinkin and I'm drivin That nigga try and get at me I'm pullin out and firin To see if I'm stuntin, the piece it ain't nothin Royal fees ain't nothin, I just blow a lil' somethin Now shorty got a thing for me she feel like I'm the shit My guess is I'm the kind of nigga she wanna be with [Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50)] Hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot (She want me, yeah yeah, she want me) (She want me, why you think she on me?) Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot (She want me, yeah yeah, she want me) (She want me, why you think she on me?) Get it get it get it [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed. She'll be an A student time she get out my bed I'm flashy, I'm rollin with the stones Get at me, I'm movin with the chrome (get it get it get it) A made man, a Don Corleone No matter where I'm at I'm doin what the fuck I want I'm shinin, my wrists all canary Now try me, I keep a shooter near me I'm grindin, like I ain't made my first mil' Like I ain't signed a first deal, like I ain't at the first meal I'm hungry, I really want it all Now watch me, I'll show you how to ball (get it get it get it) [Chorus] [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Life in the fast lane, fast car fast cash Freak bitch, fast ass (get it get it get it) I'm where the money at mayne, fast on the draw Fast runnin from the law (get it get it get it) She like the bad boys, the bad boys The bad boys (get it get it get it) She like the bad boys, the bad boys The bad boys (get it get it get it) [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Get it get it get it Get it get it get it Get it get it get it |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[Chorus:]
I promise to keep you close to me you give me a sense of security Through drama now I need you to hold me down hold me down I need you to hold me down hold me down I need you to hold me (down) [Verse 1:] Do ever your altercation I'll put no one above you omm omm I love you this shit goes to my truxium We see how they be lookin' it's frightenin' like lightnin' we crack off they start lookin' It's beef until I get out in brook they want my shit out that's when I say I'm illin' That's when I get the killin' now my baby she precious I warn not to test this I am atta head nigga mutha fuck the vestles I'm man type social quit actin' like ya know me Befo' I go postal you know I got to own me I'm ridin' witta old cocked allay hard 8 drop Feel the wind blow twist the indo smoke it up it's fundamental you can get whole poke it up When we get intimate that's when I get into shit she 32 I'm 34 she revolve 6 times Then I fiend her more [Chorus] [Verse 2:] When niggaz get the trippin' I need you by my side so that they can't catch me slippin' I take you out shoppin' Get you clean git it poppin' use my finger get ya hot girl I know ya spot yeah I love you if you love me back You'll never jam when I react dat sucka shit when they git hit when we take off then you'll get tossed I want you back so I'll be back I'll never change I'll be the same if niggaz stunt I'll let it rain I'm off the chain I'm all in mayne I'll hit ya up you think I'm playin' I'll be strapped don't fuck around I'll be strapped 24/7 I'm back holdin' mistake me for a chump last night you were nearly chewed up that's more beef than you want Come thru repeatedly I'll show you wut bananas about I'm a mechanic find out when the hammers come out [Chorus] |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
I don't really think she want me back then
She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm It's why you're not me, nah nana nah nah She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wantin' Bottle after bottle by the bar I be stuntin' It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat Big doofy gat hit you in your kufi hat You know me, I told your ass in '03 'Get Rich or Die' G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky Pick a island on the map, I been to it Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked up shinin', flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringin' 'Sexy Back' Louis belt wrapped around right where the Tec be at I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up Gettin' paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone One false move and clap, now your brain's gone You like me, you aight with me, me? I'm into me I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread Say somethin' slick out yo' mouth I'll come for yo' head She likes me more than you can imagine Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant Closest I'ma get to heaven in this lifetime Is right below her waist, in between her thighs Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together Oh, you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up You want me? I want you Plug one? Plug two I'm infinitely special, girl the Lord's gonna bless you If you do what I tell you to do You want me? I want you You want Benz? I'll buy two You should want me like you want success Girl with us together we'll be better than the best Why settle for less? I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[Intro:]
Okay okay okay [screwed] Okay okay okay Okay okay okay [screwed] Okay okay okay [Chorus:] When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw) I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah) Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw) Okay, alright (they sick) Okay, you're right (I'm rich) Okay, alright (I grind) Okay, you're right (for mine) [Verse 1:] I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay) [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless You could come and work me over baby on the night shift Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay) [Chorus] [Outro:] Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right Okay okay okay okay - you know you right Okay, alright, okay, alright Okay, alright, okay, you're right |
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from 50 Cent - Before I Self-Destruct (2009)
[50 Cent]
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry [50 Cent] Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44 Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher 'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven The system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to me They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections? They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it [Chorus] [Eminem] Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid You pop off the top it's like opening vats of acid Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah there's something to jack a batch in Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out It's past your curfew when its dark, I'm searchin for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top. [Chorus] [Eminem] I'm as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me, Killing so villainously, Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers, You know what we're like on the muthafucking mic so try us And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers. [50 Cent] It's operation time they got em hooked up to wires, Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead, He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn. [Eminem] Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn, I'm debating, mutilating the lady, You've been waiting for shady And Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby, There's a baby in the drive, there's a torso in the washer, I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her, Arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her, Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her, And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub. [50 Cent] When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up A hard rock, a soft fuck Get caught up and get washed up, In Detroit or Northfolk, When it's disrupt and nauseas, Look deep in my eyes, see Many Many Men die, I swing gym stars faster than Samurai. [Chorus] |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - Baby By Me (2009)
Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open First it's her neck, yeah, then her back Yeah, I'm a freak, I get into all that Girl I perform for you, like a porno star 'Til you had enough then I just need a lil' bit more New music, new move, new position New erotic sounds is goin' down, now listen I can hear your heartbeat, your sweatin' I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper I told you I'd get you I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter, maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then we be movin' as fast as a NASCAR ride Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tounge baby, I'll leave you sprung baby I'll have your head spinnin' sayin, "50 so crazy" Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin? I bet I'll get ya open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Girl, I want you to gimme what you got, then gimme more Baby, you can start on top, or all fours You know I like it, when you get into it Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated Drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on a regular Tell me what you want shawty, that's what I'mma get for you I need you to give what I need, more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me reason to breath I need you, I'm tellin' you so now you know what I need I be your part-time or full-time lover, significant-other No matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter Girl, you can get it however you want to get it I'm feelin your style, I'm tellin' you right now, I'm with it Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin', I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken, You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire |
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from 50 Cent - Baby By Me [single] (2009)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Shawty said take it off, I take it off Climb right outta my clothes Want me to break you off, I break you off Till your love come down on them walls I’m extremely focused when I’m strokin’ I bet I’ll get you open I’ll leave your headboard broken, you think I’m jokin’ I bet I’ll get ya open First it’s her neck, yea then her back Yea I’m a freak, I get into all that Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star Till ya had enough then I just need a lil’ bit more New music new move new position New erotic sounds is goin’ down now listen I can hear your heartbeat your sweatin’ I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper I told ya I’d get ya I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe Your sex drive it match my sex drive Then we be movin’ as fast as a Nascar ride Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tounge baby, I’ll leave you sprung baby I’ll have ya head spinnin’ sayin 50 so crazy Shawty said take it off, I take it off Climb right outta my clothes Want me to break you off, I break you off Till your love come down on them walls I’m extremely focused when I’m strokin’ I bet I’ll get you open I’ll leave your headboard broken, you think I’m jokin’ I bet I’ll get ya open Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire |
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from 50 Cent - OK, You`re Right [single] (2009)
when they talk about me'
they say i be tripping what they say about me doesn't make me mad i think they hating 'cause they see me when I'm rolling man' i can't help it that they really doing bad ok' alright they sick ok' you're right i'm rich ok' alright i grind ok' you're right for mine i'm in that 760 leaning when i'm stunting i blow 50 gs' i mean with ease like this is nothing please don't interrupt me when i'm talking to my jeweler he's putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller me' i get busy' i put that work in if it's worth it come through' hit you up' i'll make a crime scene perfect niggas talk about me all the time behind my back they don't talk about me in my face because i'm strapped see me in the club' i got that henny and that yak a couple cups of that and i just don't know how to act by the second bottle' that's when i just get to buzzing i say i run new york and ain't nobody saying nothing when they talk about me' they say i be tripping what they say about me doesn't make me mad i think they hating 'cause they see me when I'm rolling man' i can't help it that they really doing bad ok' alright they sick ok' you're right i'm rich ok' alright i grind ok' you're right for mine i blew a hundred gs on my bitches in miami they think i'm the sweetest thing invented since candy me' i catch amnesia when you ask me bout the shotty i don't even know my name' switching my lanes in my bugatti nigga' i ain't crazy' bitches like me 'cause i'm paid they want me' Lebron' Kobe' or Dwyane Wade when i say i'm balling' i'm not talking 'bout a ball i'm talking about Tiffany Co stones out the mall niggas' they can hate all they want but they know they like this me' i'm like that painting on the wall' baby' i'm priceless you can come and work me over baby on the night shift catch me on the night shift' see how freaky i get when they talk about me' they say i be tripping what they say about me doesn't make me mad i think they hating 'cause they see me when I'm rolling man' i can't help it that they really doing bad ok' alright they sick ok' you're right i'm rich ok' alright i grind ok' you're right for mine ok ok ok ok sho ya right ok ok ok ok ya know ya right ok alright ok alright ok alright ok you're right |
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from Eminem - Crack a Bottle [single] (2009)
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for... In this corner: weighing 175 pounds, With a record of... 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders, The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world: Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ok! Let's go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick frumunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut Fist the cup, the lady give her eighty some paper cut Now picture us, it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought 'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say with the center of attention, "It's true" Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen... Dr. Dre! <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> They see that low rider go by, they like, "Oh, my!" You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why I dip through in that six tre like, "Sick 'em, Dre" I'm an itch that they cant scratch, they're sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. 'Cause over and above all, it's just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Driving 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions, garage looks like precision collision Or maico, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though <i><b>Eminem</b></i> So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing... 50 Cent! <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang when you party with me It's what we into, it's simple We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe I'm the napalm, the bomb, the don, I'm King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marajaun do what you want Nigga on and on till the break of what? Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, Motherfucker, I'm grown I stunt, I style, I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want, so what? I trick Fat ass, burgundy bags, classy shit Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move a-bitch, move" <i><b>Eminem</b></i> So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk |
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from 50 Cent - Get Up [Expicit Version] [single] (2008)
Man I'm gonna do my thing,
it's crazy in the club when I'm in there, man trust me homie, I'm not playin' the dance floor of the chain I say (Get Up!) I came to bring you that California Love in the middle of New York, haters all of the above. I'm not playin' I said I'm off the chain you niggers better follow instructions, I say (Get up!) I ball 'till I fall I stunt 'till I drop I'm off the showroom floor, not the used car lot. You buy a bottle, I but the bar. I make any other week feel like Mardi Gras. When I get into, I get into it Everybody can't do it the way I do it I make it rain, then the sun comes out. A nigger playin' then the guns come out, now My question is who they goin' to blame when I' back number one on that billboard again. Shit chip now The Game don't change. Since Mike made Triller and Prince made Purple Rain. I guess I make they kids want slangin, then N.W.A. made the West Coast bangin' Nah, It's just music Man it's just music Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here I say (Get Up!) I make it hot I make it hot in here your feet hurting I really don't care I say (Get up!) I wanna see, I wanna see you move and get on a little groove I said (Get up!) I'm getting money man I really don't care now lemme see you put your hands in the air I say (Get Up!) You look good, I want to get to know you better you look good in them jeans and them red stilletos You got a Bentley Coup booty baby I wanna drive See I tell you what your mileage is just when I'm inside I wanna take you for a spin, you know round and round switch gears until your love come down I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn, just how a nigger earn I got money to burn. While The Game ban bitched she dropped the bomb on me she suck it down and up and down, gracefully Rick James would have said she a brick house But 50 you should go ahead and see what that bitch bout'. I found out she like hard I like it huh back it up and get you some I know how to get you sprung tune you up pierce your tongue under the hood it's so good she said so good god damn I'm so good Nigga what up? I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here I say (Get Up!) I make it hot I make it hot in here your feet hurting I really don't care I say (Get up!) I wanna see, I wanna see you move and get on a little groove I said (Get up!) I'm getting money man I really don't care now lemme see you put your hands in the air I say (Get Up!) and get into it you now rock the building you know that I said (Get Up!) and get into it Imma show you just how we do it I said (Get Up!) Aftermath, still Shady aftermath I said (Get Up!) aftermath, still Shady aftermath |
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from 50 Cent - Get Up [single] (2008)
(50 cent):
Chours 1: Man I'm gonna do my thang,(Get up!) It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man. (Get up!) trust me homie I'm not playin (Get up!) now get on the dance floor off the chain I say(Get up!) I came to bring me that California love and a lil new york hatin it's all of the above And when I'm playin I'm sayin I'm off the chain you niggas better follow the instructions I said (Get up!) Verse 1: I ball till i fall I stunt till i drop I'm off the show room floor Not the used car lot You buy a bottle I buy the bar I make every other week feel like mardi gras When i get in to it I get in to it everybody can't do it the way i do it I make it rain (rain) Till the sun come out A nigga playin (playin) we make the guns come out Now, my question is Who they gonna blame when I'm back number one on the billboard again shit, shift now the game done change since Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rain I guess I make the kids wanna slang and NWA made the west coast bang Nah it's just music man it's just music Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it Chorus 2: I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here I say(Get up!) I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin I really care I said (Get up!) I want to see yo, I want to see you move and get all into the grove I said(Get up!) I'm getting money man I really don't care let me see you put your hands up in the air I said(Get up!) Verse 2: Girl, you look good I want get to know you better You look good in them jeans and them red steletos You got a bently coup booty baby I want to drive see i tell you what mileage is when i'm inside i'ma take you for a spin You know round and round switch gears till your love come down I take you to the point of no return If you listen you learn just how a nigga earn I got money to burn While the Gap Band play she dropped the bomb on me it's up and down and up and down Gracefully R |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see Devil 'round the corner [50 Cent] Is that my dawg, that slap that cat? Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel Will throw it all away, I see you later today You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo We could do it in broad daylight In front of the White House for all I care I blow your heart out your body sucka Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber Black ski mask, the Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on [Chorus] [50 Cent] Devil 'round the corner, corner |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see Devil 'round the corner [50 Cent] Is that my dawg, that slap that cat? Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel Will throw it all away, I see you later today You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo We could do it in broad daylight In front of the White House for all I care I blow your heart out your body sucka Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber Black ski mask, the Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on [Chorus] [50 Cent] Devil 'round the corner, corner |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Unstoppable
Incredible Impeccable It's it's the unit Woo woo u know how we do it Woo woo I make u dance to it Woo woo throw up your hands to it Go ahead call the cops come on Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (50 Cent:) I've got that bentley ferrary that lambo lean My car game crazy I can't be seen The aston bugatti the range and the rovs Got me freakin off with some high class hoes U know with me man anything goes I have shoty in the telly working all 3 hoes Jesuse I bet u won't bealive this unless I let u see this She deep throat my whole coock Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block Yeah I just happen to be what she likes She said I'm special I'm like yeah babe u right A lil goose a lil patrone tonight I have a club lookin like a fucking zoo aiight New music u can't confuse it with the other cliques or crews it's the unit Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Lloyd Banks:) Shorty came over I told her I can mould her Turn her to a rider rub it with a roler Hold up like a cobra hold her till she sober Fold her in positions so it's hard to bend over I'm a very special kind I can't let u shine These rappers out their mind don't come get'em make em rime Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line U can't get on my level that will take a lifetime And what I got at 25 it'll take ya life time And I don't care about crime as long as it's not mine And I'm a be fine I'm stronger then white line If ya girl ain't home till the early morn She's probably with the g-unit geting it on I told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong And we went at it all night long Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Tony Yayo:) For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg But I ain't trickin I ain't nelly and spitzaw Shake that ass drop it low like a striper Shake that ass drop it low like a striper I'm in love again on them drugs again Same club same spot same girls again Girls comin in and were poopin them bottles By 12 o'clock we be poopin them models Yeah for settle the club go crazy like uh uhh uhh baby Okay bottle of Jose shorty she the portion her friend like heyy Girl jump in watch me go 0 to 60 Take u to the rich slope off your miss sixtys I know u heard of 50 I know u heard of yay I steve nash this hoes pass them all day Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side It's easy man Belive me man This is the unit This is how we do it Banks yay 50 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Unstoppable
Incredible Impeccable It's it's the unit Woo woo u know how we do it Woo woo I make u dance to it Woo woo throw up your hands to it Go ahead call the cops come on Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (50 Cent:) I've got that bentley ferrary that lambo lean My car game crazy I can't be seen The aston bugatti the range and the rovs Got me freakin off with some high class hoes U know with me man anything goes I have shoty in the telly working all 3 hoes Jesuse I bet u won't bealive this unless I let u see this She deep throat my whole coock Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block Yeah I just happen to be what she likes She said I'm special I'm like yeah babe u right A lil goose a lil patrone tonight I have a club lookin like a fucking zoo aiight New music u can't confuse it with the other cliques or crews it's the unit Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Lloyd Banks:) Shorty came over I told her I can mould her Turn her to a rider rub it with a roler Hold up like a cobra hold her till she sober Fold her in positions so it's hard to bend over I'm a very special kind I can't let u shine These rappers out their mind don't come get'em make em rime Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line U can't get on my level that will take a lifetime And what I got at 25 it'll take ya life time And I don't care about crime as long as it's not mine And I'm a be fine I'm stronger then white line If ya girl ain't home till the early morn She's probably with the g-unit geting it on I told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong And we went at it all night long Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side (Tony Yayo:) For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg But I ain't trickin I ain't nelly and spitzaw Shake that ass drop it low like a striper Shake that ass drop it low like a striper I'm in love again on them drugs again Same club same spot same girls again Girls comin in and were poopin them bottles By 12 o'clock we be poopin them models Yeah for settle the club go crazy like uh uhh uhh baby Okay bottle of Jose shorty she the portion her friend like heyy Girl jump in watch me go 0 to 60 Take u to the rich slope off your miss sixtys I know u heard of 50 I know u heard of yay I steve nash this hoes pass them all day Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge I know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side It's easy man Belive me man This is the unit This is how we do it Banks yay 50 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[50 Cent] Yeah, it's the Unit! Yeah (showtime) Swizz! OHH! (M, C) Wooooo! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it Me? I gets down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down [50 Cent] I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah) Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this [Tony Yayo] In the hood, you rat you die In the hood if you rap you die I'm out the hood gettin fat and high Private jet, it's time to fly Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai And my wolves come out when the moon comes up Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway Niggaz talk money just not around me I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga In the street rapper, industry bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh) I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose Unit rider, my clique don't play I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam [Chorus] [50 Cent] You know if God bless the child with so much swag Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash? Seats less pussy got, all that ass Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we They don't know how to rock the spot like me Smell like I just got out a brand new V My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's Work with me lil' mama, let's get it Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it I'm on that shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz] Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!) That flo', flo' (wooo!) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[50 Cent] Yeah, it's the Unit! Yeah (showtime) Swizz! OHH! (M, C) Wooooo! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it Me? I gets down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down I get down, I get down down down [50 Cent] I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah) Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this [Tony Yayo] In the hood, you rat you die In the hood if you rap you die I'm out the hood gettin fat and high Private jet, it's time to fly Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai And my wolves come out when the moon comes up Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway Niggaz talk money just not around me I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga In the street rapper, industry bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh) I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose Unit rider, my clique don't play I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam [Chorus] [50 Cent] You know if God bless the child with so much swag Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash? Seats less pussy got, all that ass Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we They don't know how to rock the spot like me Smell like I just got out a brand new V My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's Work with me lil' mama, let's get it Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it I'm on that shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz] Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!) That flo', flo' (wooo!) |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
I don't wan' talk about it
(50) Man I don't wanna talk about it (Nah) Man I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah) And I don't wanna talk about it (Wooh) I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (These niggaz police) Nah, I don't wanna talk about it Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin? in so I can say the Enzo My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk Bitches with me cruisin?, Moulin Rougin' They fuckin? and they strippin?, nigga, I ain't even trippin? nigga Me, I handle business, God's my only witness Watchin? homicide, sayin? "Who the fuck did this?" Me I run the street, mayne, so I keep the heat, mayne What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck with the elite, mayne I don't fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground For? You poppin? that bullshit, like I don't pull shit Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks Nigga we hittin? licks, stickin? shit, gettin? rich That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (And I don't wanna talk about it, oh) I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah, it's the kid, nigga, yeah) Nah, I don't wanna talk about it Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, yeah Forty-five, my belt got the big eights Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar For grimy niggaz tryin? to line me like, ?Oh a preacher? You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg With Mandela nephew blowin? heavy herb Then back to the projects, low from the task force The dope spot's sellin? more shit than Scott Storch I'm tired of these pricks, lyin? 'bout bricks Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. Unidentified flyin? object on twenty-fo's More money more hoes, more money, more clothes Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it (Nah, uh) B A, N K, S 5, 5 0 Or 6 8, M G, tinted with my eyes low Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe Louis V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley C And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the switch Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin? shit I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin? bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
I don't wan' talk about it
(50) Man I don't wanna talk about it (Nah) Man I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah) And I don't wanna talk about it (Wooh) I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (These niggaz police) Nah, I don't wanna talk about it Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin? in so I can say the Enzo My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk Bitches with me cruisin?, Moulin Rougin' They fuckin? and they strippin?, nigga, I ain't even trippin? nigga Me, I handle business, God's my only witness Watchin? homicide, sayin? "Who the fuck did this?" Me I run the street, mayne, so I keep the heat, mayne What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck with the elite, mayne I don't fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground For? You poppin? that bullshit, like I don't pull shit Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks Nigga we hittin? licks, stickin? shit, gettin? rich That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (And I don't wanna talk about it, oh) I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah, it's the kid, nigga, yeah) Nah, I don't wanna talk about it Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, yeah Forty-five, my belt got the big eights Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar For grimy niggaz tryin? to line me like, ?Oh a preacher? You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg With Mandela nephew blowin? heavy herb Then back to the projects, low from the task force The dope spot's sellin? more shit than Scott Storch I'm tired of these pricks, lyin? 'bout bricks Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. Unidentified flyin? object on twenty-fo's More money more hoes, more money, more clothes Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it (Nah, uh) B A, N K, S 5, 5 0 Or 6 8, M G, tinted with my eyes low Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe Louis V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley C And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the switch Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin? shit I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin? bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 (Verse 1) Im suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special Ed, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now I f**k when I want, I do what I like She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike She a super freak, the freak of the week I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat It never enough, she like it rough We keep it going and we switch positions, listen (Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 (Verse 2) Tony Yayo I need a dollar every time that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha Now how much is that I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini I'm in alli bb, where the girls are freaky Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy dreamy Certain niggas fall inlove with a bitch, Patron in my dick i think i f**ked blood out a chick I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin' 10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain't nothing (Verse 3) Lloyd Banks If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute Second to nobody, baby check it you look as good as your chess And when your neck it, I'm ready to f**k A little head in the truck If a tung game good, i'ma let her come up When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town Stash box down, put the magnum down I'm with G-Unit, C-U Net Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet I have it, do u wanna have it, do u need D OPE on the f**king CD its ME (Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Verse 4) Young Buck She got a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like... Three, two, one Yea right now You got skills on them high heels When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live Do me before I get her I might eat out depending on how I feel Baby girl got a thang for me She do what every I say and I ain't got to make it rain money Go getta and she ghetto with it Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it I'm all on her back, when she move like that You can find me where every she at like yeahh (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 (Verse 1) Im suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special Ed, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now I f**k when I want, I do what I like She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike She a super freak, the freak of the week I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat It never enough, she like it rough We keep it going and we switch positions, listen (Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 (Verse 2) Tony Yayo I need a dollar every time that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha Now how much is that I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini I'm in alli bb, where the girls are freaky Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy dreamy Certain niggas fall inlove with a bitch, Patron in my dick i think i f**ked blood out a chick I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin' 10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain't nothing (Verse 3) Lloyd Banks If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute Second to nobody, baby check it you look as good as your chess And when your neck it, I'm ready to f**k A little head in the truck If a tung game good, i'ma let her come up When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town Stash box down, put the magnum down I'm with G-Unit, C-U Net Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet I have it, do u wanna have it, do u need D OPE on the f**king CD its ME (Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Verse 4) Young Buck She got a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like... Three, two, one Yea right now You got skills on them high heels When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live Do me before I get her I might eat out depending on how I feel Baby girl got a thang for me She do what every I say and I ain't got to make it rain money Go getta and she ghetto with it Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it I'm all on her back, when she move like that You can find me where every she at like yeahh (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!) My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check) It's my crew and Polow Da Don I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe! [Chorus: woman] Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat [TY] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat [50] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that [Tony Yayo] Big boy Bentley, big boy semi Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you I need six pockets like a pool table These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood? Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood" I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] She got what I want, want (uh-huh) She got what I need, need (that's right) She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah) Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {*growls*} I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich" My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch Like, get in get in! You and your friend He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train 50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh? [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze You got a V-12? I got 12 V's It's only so many months, you do the math I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!) My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check) It's my crew and Polow Da Don I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe! [Chorus: woman] Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat [TY] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat [50] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that [Tony Yayo] Big boy Bentley, big boy semi Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you I need six pockets like a pool table These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood? Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood" I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] She got what I want, want (uh-huh) She got what I need, need (that's right) She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah) Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {*growls*} I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich" My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch Like, get in get in! You and your friend He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train 50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh? [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze You got a V-12? I got 12 V's It's only so many months, you do the math I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
I gangsta
Let it go I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Real gangsta, let it go I'm a gangsta (Yeah) I'm a gangsta for life (Yeah) I'm a gangsta (Come on) Real gangsta, let it go (G, G, G, G you know) Uh, the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies Play me and I'm crazy, I'm Tom Brady Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin? up off the jet A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin? him in his neck One big remix and she'll be on my penis If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest 9-millimeters in the bars and arenas If you hood then you seen us with wood in the Beamers I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Don't fuck around and start some fight (Yeah, yeah, let it go) I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin? hard Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius The mac'll turn your back into Kill Bill arenas I'm criminal minded, you've been blinded Feds lookin? for my bricks but can't find it Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors Bein? broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar I learned that, in the Maybach with Fif' and Mayweather Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Don't fuck around and start some fight I want to dance I'm reachin? up and huh |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
I gangsta
Let it go I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Real gangsta, let it go I'm a gangsta (Yeah) I'm a gangsta for life (Yeah) I'm a gangsta (Come on) Real gangsta, let it go (G, G, G, G you know) Uh, the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies Play me and I'm crazy, I'm Tom Brady Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin? up off the jet A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin? him in his neck One big remix and she'll be on my penis If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest 9-millimeters in the bars and arenas If you hood then you seen us with wood in the Beamers I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Don't fuck around and start some fight (Yeah, yeah, let it go) I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin? hard Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius The mac'll turn your back into Kill Bill arenas I'm criminal minded, you've been blinded Feds lookin? for my bricks but can't find it Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors Bein? broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar I learned that, in the Maybach with Fif' and Mayweather Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) When we pressed to go, body restin? up They wan' mop up all that blood but he's testin? us The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah We'll compose the new and then test it oh (Let it go) I'm a gangsta I'm a gangsta for life I'm a gangsta Don't fuck around and start some fight I want to dance I'm reachin? up and huh |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Money make the world go ?round
Money make the world go ?round Money make the world go ?round New York, money make the world go ?round L.A., money make the world go ?round Midwest, money make the world go ?round Down South, money make the world go ?round Southside, money make the world go ?round Some people want nothin? out of life And some people want it all Some people ain't livin? life right But fast money make God call I'm prayin? to the angels but worship the devils Yeah, a nigga rich but I'm livin? like a rebel Ridin? with my strap on, foot on the pedal Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside Stayin? alive was no jive Standin? on the strip you get stuck like Velcro Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows Run, nigga, run, nigga, here they come, nigga Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger Kid, I'm still in the P's, girl, I love the Audi If yo' ass pregnant, girl, leave the party My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty God, it ain't my fault if I shoot somebody I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins, yeah Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Yeah, money make the world go ?round and I got her Buckle down, do anything for the dollar Enough bills'll make your blood spill Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill I'm one man but I own more than one steel Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil Magucci leather got me shoe crazy Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops, baby And if I'm wearin? my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga, you crazy? Man, fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess Police stompin? niggaz by the twenty And shootin? by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny Matter fact, man, I'ma do anything for the dough N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo' Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours ATL, money make the world go ?round Ca$hville, money make the world go ?round N.C., money make the world go ?round Bad News, money make the world go ?round I love that money, I need that money It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me It gives me seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee It made me rich, it made me change I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things You got me haters, you got me drama You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners When somebody dies, you gotta pay the mourners, mourners Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Chi-Town, money make the world go ?round Oakland, money make the world go ?round Texas, money make the world go ?round Detroit, money make the world go ?round Bed-Stuy, money make the world go ?round Southside, money make the world go ?round Harlem, money make the world go ?round B-X, money make the world go ?round Staten Island, money make the world go ?round Long Island, money make the world go ?round Rhode Island, money make the world go ?round Maryland, money make the world go ?round D.C., money make the world go ?round Baltimore, money make the world go ?round Little Rock, money make the world go ?round Minnesota, money make the world go ?round Arizona, money make the world go ?round |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Money make the world go ?round
Money make the world go ?round Money make the world go ?round New York, money make the world go ?round L.A., money make the world go ?round Midwest, money make the world go ?round Down South, money make the world go ?round Southside, money make the world go ?round Some people want nothin? out of life And some people want it all Some people ain't livin? life right But fast money make God call I'm prayin? to the angels but worship the devils Yeah, a nigga rich but I'm livin? like a rebel Ridin? with my strap on, foot on the pedal Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside Stayin? alive was no jive Standin? on the strip you get stuck like Velcro Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows Run, nigga, run, nigga, here they come, nigga Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger Kid, I'm still in the P's, girl, I love the Audi If yo' ass pregnant, girl, leave the party My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty God, it ain't my fault if I shoot somebody I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins, yeah Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Yeah, money make the world go ?round and I got her Buckle down, do anything for the dollar Enough bills'll make your blood spill Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill I'm one man but I own more than one steel Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil Magucci leather got me shoe crazy Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops, baby And if I'm wearin? my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga, you crazy? Man, fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess Police stompin? niggaz by the twenty And shootin? by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny Matter fact, man, I'ma do anything for the dough N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo' Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours ATL, money make the world go ?round Ca$hville, money make the world go ?round N.C., money make the world go ?round Bad News, money make the world go ?round I love that money, I need that money It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me It gives me seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee It made me rich, it made me change I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things You got me haters, you got me drama You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners When somebody dies, you gotta pay the mourners, mourners Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Chi-Town, money make the world go ?round Oakland, money make the world go ?round Texas, money make the world go ?round Detroit, money make the world go ?round Bed-Stuy, money make the world go ?round Southside, money make the world go ?round Harlem, money make the world go ?round B-X, money make the world go ?round Staten Island, money make the world go ?round Long Island, money make the world go ?round Rhode Island, money make the world go ?round Maryland, money make the world go ?round D.C., money make the world go ?round Baltimore, money make the world go ?round Little Rock, money make the world go ?round Minnesota, money make the world go ?round Arizona, money make the world go ?round |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em (I never liked these niggaz anyway) (They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today) Hey... (Nobody gon' miss you anyway) (No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day) [50 Cent:] I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out You make it rain, I make it lead shower You say your prayers, you in your last hour I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me You don't like me then spray me [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em (I never liked these niggaz anyway) (They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today) Hey... (Nobody gon' miss you anyway) (No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day) [50 Cent:] I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out You make it rain, I make it lead shower You say your prayers, you in your last hour I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me You don't like me then spray me [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent:] This is the Unit The mighty mighty mighty Unit This is how we do it Ayy (ayy, ayy) I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober Different day, same shit, different city, different chick Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid [Tony Yayo:] Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim 44-Colt, that's tossin him And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!) I'm in the black, you in the red You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!) Bitch play cute, I don't get upset 'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set I'm in a private jet, but before the deal Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not I'll! " [Chorus: 50 Cent] You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin But the party ain't over Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it The party ain't over Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me Now get low, shorty work that back Now get low, yeah just like that Now get low [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga I toast with'cha - if ya got a cup Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music [Young Buck:] Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me) My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
(feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent:] This is the Unit The mighty mighty mighty Unit This is how we do it Ayy (ayy, ayy) I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober Different day, same shit, different city, different chick Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid [Tony Yayo:] Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim 44-Colt, that's tossin him And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!) I'm in the black, you in the red You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!) Bitch play cute, I don't get upset 'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set I'm in a private jet, but before the deal Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not I'll! " [Chorus: 50 Cent] You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin But the party ain't over Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it The party ain't over Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me Now get low, shorty work that back Now get low, yeah just like that Now get low [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga I toast with'cha - if ya got a cup Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music [Young Buck:] Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me) My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug [Chorus] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
*featuring Young Buck
[50 Cent:] I'm a work of art A ghetto version of Mozart Yeah... haha [Chorus: 50 Cent] I move the keys, they call me the piano man I'm classically trained nobody do it better man I do my thang with me and my beretta man I got that girl you want her come and get her man [Hook x4: 50 Cent] Call me the piano man [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Cartier glasses Cartier belt, Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else. Like Germany Sweden and Serbia, nigga one or two birds and I'm servin ya. I'm a ball like Julius Erving Iverson and Manning, I got that cannon in that two door phantom. Nigga hundred EX shit suicide doors, Get a top or low fade now the body lookin hard. This snake ass niggas is reptiles, Til I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles. Yay' got the best styles Yay' got the best clothes, Yay' got the best weed Yay' got the best hoes. (Yeah!) [Chorus] [Hook x4] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Yeah Fresh out the rimshot my wheels tick-tock, My steel six shot the paint flip flop. My charm truckie that's why they wanna fuck me, 207 McLaren body like Bucky. Old head get rusty and I'm a can of oil, And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil. Show up at your bougie event give your body harm, Slide you all over the stage like Omarion. Don't need a party calm on the pepsi and bacardi bomb, Bail ain't nothin I make a Gotti bond. Magician I can make a dollar flip, Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick. [Chorus] [Hook x4] [Verse 3: Young Buck] I'm richer than a muhfucka ridin in a dirty ass phantom, We kill undercovers down here we can't stand em. Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards, I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord. Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller, Hand of a hustler I'm all about a dollar. Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend, Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win. If I did it then I can do it now, When we get em in we can ship em out. A Gucci briefcase dressed in a suit and tie, Cartier's you can tell that I. [Chorus] [Hook x4] |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
*featuring Young Buck
[50 Cent:] I'm a work of art A ghetto version of Mozart Yeah... haha [Chorus: 50 Cent] I move the keys, they call me the piano man I'm classically trained nobody do it better man I do my thang with me and my beretta man I got that girl you want her come and get her man [Hook x4: 50 Cent] Call me the piano man [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Cartier glasses Cartier belt, Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else. Like Germany Sweden and Serbia, nigga one or two birds and I'm servin ya. I'm a ball like Julius Erving Iverson and Manning, I got that cannon in that two door phantom. Nigga hundred EX shit suicide doors, Get a top or low fade now the body lookin hard. This snake ass niggas is reptiles, Til I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles. Yay' got the best styles Yay' got the best clothes, Yay' got the best weed Yay' got the best hoes. (Yeah!) [Chorus] [Hook x4] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Yeah Fresh out the rimshot my wheels tick-tock, My steel six shot the paint flip flop. My charm truckie that's why they wanna fuck me, 207 McLaren body like Bucky. Old head get rusty and I'm a can of oil, And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil. Show up at your bougie event give your body harm, Slide you all over the stage like Omarion. Don't need a party calm on the pepsi and bacardi bomb, Bail ain't nothin I make a Gotti bond. Magician I can make a dollar flip, Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick. [Chorus] [Hook x4] [Verse 3: Young Buck] I'm richer than a muhfucka ridin in a dirty ass phantom, We kill undercovers down here we can't stand em. Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards, I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord. Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller, Hand of a hustler I'm all about a dollar. Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend, Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win. If I did it then I can do it now, When we get em in we can ship em out. A Gucci briefcase dressed in a suit and tie, Cartier's you can tell that I. [Chorus] [Hook x4] |
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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 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 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 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 - 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 G-Unit - I Like The Way She Do It [single] (2008)
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do I Said I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Then she drop it low to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 I Said I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Then she drop it low to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 I suppose to blow you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R I P I'm stupid rich got retarded money I'm special wit it I got special bread It's easy now please believe me now I dismiss a hoe please leave me now I fuck when I want I do what I like She want the same shit I want the bitch is a dike She a super freak the freak of the week I give her something a suck she give her something to eat It never enough she like it rough We keep it going and we switch positions listen I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do I Said I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Then she drop it low to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 I Said I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Then she drop it low to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a track and make money Now how much is that I'm getting money baby my truck a Lamborghini I'm in lebb where the girls are freaky Haters wanna be me hoes glad to see me Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy I'm in the club frontin I'm in the club stuntin 10 Grand to buy the bar Ma it ain't nothing If home girl wit it I'm get it hit it split it She'll think about me everyday hour minute Second to nobody baby check it you look as good as your chess And when your neck it I'm ready to fuck A little head in the truck If a turn gang good i'ma let her come up When the sun goes down I'll be back in the town Stash box down put the magnum down I'm with G Unit Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it She got a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like Three two one Yea right now You got skills on them high heels When we leave this club I'm take you were I live Do me before I get her I might eat out depending on how I feel Baby girl got a thang for me She do what every I say and I ain't got to make it rain money Go getta and she ghetto with it Told shawty dont do it but she already did it I'm all on her back when she move like that You can find me where every she at like that I Said I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Then she drop it low to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 I Said I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Then she drop it low to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it She put her back into it Let that ass drop like my 64 |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 f**kin' crazy 50 dont know how to treat a lady They wrong, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt you But I call a square a square and a circle a circle So if you act like a bitch, I call you a bitch then hang up Probably call you right back and shit And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me for tellin' lies Like Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch" As Bobby said "Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie" I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okay You can be my Beyonce I'll be your Jay I gotta great sense of humour, questions make ya smile then I whoo ya! You know how I do ya, or do ya? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It's New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stop I told you, Im'a Don you goin' on ma'dam After you shop 'till your feet hurt in Malones Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish They say the scene of me was made for lovers out in Paris The risers and the beleivers sayin' "50 we love you" But out there, theres no me so I love them You may not recognize this, the reason I exist Deliver best than the best so perfection I guess Just like I miss the stress, I'll pass the test Everytime I drop, Im burnin' hot I dont care If she loves me or loves me not As long as I enjoy the time that we spent I dont care, baby we could f**k and be friends Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz You know its me... [Chorus: 50 Cent] Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
Get Rich or Die tryin
(Chorus 2x) I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P (Verse1) Now shorty she in da club, she's dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She's feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cuz I'm from New York I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread I could care less how she perform while she in the bed Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid Look baby this is simple you cant see, you fucking with me you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus 2x) (Verse 2) I'm by my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you need some one, I'm the one you should call Ill be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small That other nigga you be with aint about shit I'm your friend, your father, AND confidant, BITCH (Chorus 2x) (Verse 3) Shorty I told you fools before, I stay with the twos I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe till I got a bitch confused She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this ho, you could have her when I'm done I aint gonna keep her Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low Bitch tutor me how you strippin in the street Put my other hoes down you get your ass beat Now lick my bottom bitch, you always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6 Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick (Chorus 2x) Yea, In Hollywood they say there's no business like show business In the hood they say there's no business like ho business you know See I talk a little fast, but if you listen real fast I aint gotta slow down for you 2 catch up BITCH Hahaha, Yea |
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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 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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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-04-08
Subject : 50 Cent - Get Rich or Die Trying (Shady/Aftermat,2003)
