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album: "Street King Immortal" (2012)

New Day lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Dr. Dre & Alicia Keys)

[Intro]
It don't take much strength to pull a trigger
But try and get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let's see 'em try that
Then we'll see who's the real tough guy
The working man is the tough guy

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...

[Verse 1: Dr Dre]
I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me
When I was feeling like, Miller Lite and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I'm getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It's probably why my only competition is myself
From today to tomorrow
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, though I ain't forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin', uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif' still in this bitch, bitch
We going the distance with you party people, come on

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it gets ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I'm on automatic pilot, ain't nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty ain't filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride, I don't hide, I dump to get 'em off of me
I'm a leader, good to see the natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I'm from the bottom
Soon as I spot 'em I get to drop 'em
I got 'em I cut my piece and I dot 'em
It's dinner time when the 9 come out
It's off the chain off, off the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...

[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
Clocks on the wall
It's now or never at all
I'm gonna give it my all, oh
Whether I rise or fall, oh

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
True story, I said I'd get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
We paper chasin', I'm always coming in first, cuz
I'm built for it, see I'm better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I'm coming to get ya
I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing ain't an option
I'm sharp I'm on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I'm back on my A-game
I'm focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I'm stronger than an ox now mentally

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...

album: "5 (Murder By Numbers)" (2012)

My Crown lyrics - 50 Cent

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[Intro]
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They will never ever take my crown [3X]
(FIYAH!)

[50 Cent]
Nah... nah!
I'm still the shit, I'm rich already
Fuck around we'll be readin yo' obituary
My whip clean, my watch clean
9 karats hoe, that's what I call a pinky ring
Don't even trick, my heart cold
Around the globe, I'm-I'm-I'm on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say I'm grimy, up to no good, oh God
Shawty work that, when she twerk that
She a 10 and she damn close to perfect
I might wan' stunt, throw a hundred racks
Get my man a strap, he gon' get my money back
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would

[Chorus]
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things get better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officer who's asking for a search
They found no weapon just saw me a draw first [3X]
(FIYAH!)

[50 Cent]
Gram after gram, time after time
I got the grind, I can't help it I got the shine
I do it big, you're stupid big
I could fit like half the projects in my crib
You stick around, I'm outta here
You on the ground, I'm in the Lear
I love yachts, banana boats
Either way, call my nigga, got to get the dope
They done made me mad, now I'm in my bag
And I'm back with the strap, catch a case, beat a case, rich nigga swag
Every step I take, every little itty-bitty move I make
Turn the big bags of birthday cake, I can't even fit this shit in my SAFE!
W-w-wait! Got more money, come and try not to hate
Why you think a nigga in and out of state? I'm a pro on the low when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread, I'm flashy, I'm shinin
I get the bread, I blow the bread, and my bitches, and my diamonds

[Chorus]

NY lyrics - 50 Cent

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[50 Cent]
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.

You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round, I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on
I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi', I just lame back on 'em
Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
Nigga get in the way I'll bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em
I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em
I'm comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on 'em

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.

[50 Cent]
I hate when you niggaz do shit then make me ask why
If you the homie why you won't go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry?
I'll grow old in the yard starin at the sky
Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies?
And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you were splittin up stacks
That shit you told the people got 'em under an axe
Now why, would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!

[Chorus]

United Nations lyrics - 50 Cent

[Intro]
Uh uh uh yeah
Uh, uhhh
Uh uh uh yeah {"SMS, Audio"}
Uh, uhhh

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got big bags of paper I'ma spennnnd, uhhh
We gon' do it how we do it then do the shit againnnn, uhhh
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna winnnn, uhhh
We celebratin like a nigga home fresh out the pen, uhhh

[50 Cent]
I'm on, bitches all on my john
To get bread and don't blow bread, the fuck is the point?
Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
Pop a X then a blue pill then wreck a bitch
I like it raw; ooh baby ohh baby I like it raw
Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow
The morning after, plan B, no kids involved
Please no kids involved
I put that money in a vault bitch, Usain Bolt quickness
But let's make a deal then blow mil's for real
Uh, time's a-wastin, you're watchin my watch, huh?
You're old school, huh? You're jockin my style, uhh

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I don't give a flyin fuck, I always make bail
Motherfuck an award, check Forbes I'm there
Not once, e-ve-ry year!
Even when I take a break my pockets is in shape
I'm back off of vacation
Can you believe it I been gettin paid on vacation?
Yeah, I'ma keep niggaz forever hatin
They thought I'm goin down now look I'm levitatin
I'm with Deepak, meditatin
In Somalia and Kenya with United Nations
Fundin the World Food Programme
I'm fin' to solve world hunger, goddamn!

[Chorus]

Business Mind lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Hayes)

[Intro: Hayes]
Hayes, haha
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[Hayes]
While rubbin elbows in the hills of high society
I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me
Built the bullshit, sense of pride inside of me
On the rise to fly a car, hatin on varieties

[50 Cent]
Look, I don't need no bitch niggaz surroundin me
Get caught you better stick to the codes that you provided B
If you don't plead the 5th you get your whole shit split
So call kingpins, get real money to snitch

[Hayes]
I know it sounds hard to believe this bullshit
but sometimes you need money to see who you cool with
See niggaz hustle hard and cop 'em a few whips
Then end up poppin niggaz they used to be cool with
I'm a

[50 Cent]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Furs suede, my car is decor
Nigga I been the boss, I employ my boys
And show 'em a bunch of shit they never seen before

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got a business mind - that block is mine
That brick and them Glocks is mine
I got a business mind - that drop is mine
These knots and this watch is mine
I got a business mind - you can't stop my shine
A nigga got a World Guinness Book rhyme
I got a business mind - and I pop my nine
You fuck around find out in time

[50 Cent]
I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed
Got niggaz that'll do this shit just cause they bored
Man I ain't even got to tell niggaz what for

[Hayes]
You think you cool but I swat your type of fly
Yeah you cross your T's but you forgot your I's/eyes
That's why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya
Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of

[50 Cent]
Corporate America, gangstas we got 'em tearin up
We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us
We feel the life that we live is unfair to us
America's an oven, you got to break bread for us

[Hayes]
"Go hard or die soft" is what was said to us
So if it's gunplay you gon' get shot instead of us
Crackers be thinkin they one step ahead of us
I say shit like that to let 'em know that I'm aware of it

[50 Cent]
Keep accountants to countin, I got lawyers to share kid
Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch
They said death or jail is what's ahead of us
So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is I'm a

[Hayes]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Fur is suede, and my car is decor
Nigga I been a boss, I employ my boys
Matter fact, I don't even wanna chat no more!

[Chorus]

Roll That Shit lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)

[Intro]
"I really hate havin to resort
to knockin elderly people in the head for they money!
But I'll do it! I'll do it!
Yea, you know I'll do it
I'll do it, I'll do it
Yea, you know I'll do it
I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh"
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[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"}
(Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me)
I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit
(That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!)
My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top
It's hot, I'm checkin my AP
If I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' roll
Nigga you must be crazy
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit...
I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit...

[50 Cent]
Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did
Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread
Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat
Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
Kush smoke same color to match that coat
I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin
Dom poppin, party rockin
My beat knockin, your bitch watchin
My feds clockin my shit
Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks
Get your ass whipped you step on my shit
Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch
Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick
This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
That shit fake, Audemars don't tick
Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit?
I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick
I'ma match that deal with my hat
They said I fell off, I snapped right back
Nigga my money can't fit in no safe
Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face
Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault
Better have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke

[Chorus]

[Kidd Kidd (50 Cent)]
HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did
Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big
Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick
Give me brain like I ain't got no sense
I got change, dollars and lil' cents
I got rich, they ain't seen me since
Now it's all startin to make sense
I pull up in that brand new Benz
All of a sudden I got brand new friends
Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka
BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind
(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)
I forgot she was in my bed
(I roll the shit - I smoke the shit)
Damn! I blew through all my bread
That Lambo ain't got no top
Man I'm hotter than stove top
Rider Gang, we on top
And we havin a smoke-out
Eyes low but I'm so high
Don't ask me, I don't know why
I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit
As long pass the shit don't ask me shit, HUH!

[Chorus]

Leave The Lights On lyrics - 50 Cent

Say man we don't need much to come to the freak show
Come to the freak show

Fuck that, leave the lights on
Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on
Can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, I can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, leave the lights on
68-69 leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sister and put the pipe down

Girl I make the bed rock like I'm on a yacht
Shit citation tink prick lick my cock baby
Time's money check my turbion movement
I'm rich big, I say move, you get to move
And now my Bentley moves on, tight nigga I'm crusing
It ain't hard to tell who's running, who's loosing
Got a pent house around my wrist, I'm flashing out
Condo around my neck, I'm cashing out
I'm nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get
I got whip for days, I got kick for days
Louie, Hermes', hard the Jimmy Choo's
Ferogamo, Dolce Gabana, red bottom blues
Plus I got the Prada collection
I might leave my sochs on sex on old habbits
Babe show me what you know
Let the freak in you come out on the low

68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on

Girl I never known all that S&M shit
Girl leave the spikes for me but you can get your ass whiped
Limited time, skip the foreplay
I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way
Hair pin's good you be looking excited
Seven hour flight she already 'rotic
London, Paris, France, Japan
Talk to me girl while we fuck, I can understand
Let's get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning
Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning
Started the next round, lick from my neck down
So she did do felatio correct. Wow!
I'll play monkey see, monkey do
So everything you do to me I do to you
It tickels but I am quite here
What the fuck she tryna see with her tongue stuck in my ear

68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on

Girl girl I know you want me
Well why the hell wouldn't you want me?
Shorty now push up on it
Zip down my zipper, play with the pithon
You gon be just be like that?
You so insensitive, hurt my feelings
I mean from the bottom of my heart
I love you

Money lyrics - 50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Startin to feel like there's nothin left to talk about but the, money, money
Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money
Nigga I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes
I'm focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
Look, I don't wan' talk 'bout these hoes
Let's talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY!

[50 Cent]
In high school I had coke and dope money
I blew, now I'm sittin on Bugatti boat money
I'm eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money
It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline
Go 'head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money
You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money
Who wan' catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade
Catch a case, bail bond, I'm out the next day
Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money
Talkin 'bout private jet, heliport chopper money
And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me
I don't trick, e'ry now and then I toss her money
Fuck, nut, get up, that's abortion money
I'll kill if I have to, don't force me homie
I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money
I hate when niggaz act like bitches cause it costs me money
What the fuck!

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I'm in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen
It's the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin
My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay
Nowadays I'm just happy things are goin my way
I'm straight, some say I got more than I need
Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed
It's amazing, I made it here on my own
I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to count, the amount I spent
Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent
I got it made, I got Brinks truck money
Euros, grams[?], you wan' borrow some from me?
My bank statements have you niggaz like "Damn!"
Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man
Get married, pay for one bitch, I'll buy her bar food
Kids don't try this shit at home, you can't do the shit I do
Whassup?

[Chorus]

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Definition Of Sexy lyrics - 50 Cent

She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

Seduction, I'm stumblin'
She weak and doubtin' my eyes
She want a kick in her thighs
It's perfect, it's worth it
I do what I got to get it
I ain't trippin' shit, I'm with it
I put it down when I hit it
She'll be so happy she did it
I bet she'll never forget it
In bed I'm like a wizard
Shoulder I squeeze in
She'll wanna kiss it over and over
Her body's a nap, I'm the God
I'm just here to show 'er
How I get to that G spot, non-stop
Tic toc, time fly
Hella fun, no lie
Oh I know I can give her what she needs
Slow mo or high speed
Existential need

She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

You can hear us from the next room when we go at it
I started her addiction, she got a habit
She gotta have it, I'm always on my job
I work it nice and hard, I mean I work it how she wants
She my homie lover friend and she might just bring her other friend
Feel the rush, adrenaline, I make it to your basement
I say just keep it simple baby
We ain't gotta talk, look baby
If you want it and I want it
Maybe you should have it
Maybe we got one life to live
It's precious the time we share
Now call me when you're in need
Baby girl, I'll be there
Folks showin' me
You can confide, I'm a ride
24/7, ready to cross it

She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

She's the definition
She's the definition
She is
She is
She is

Be My Bitch lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Brevi)

Shawty say she straight, cant wait till tonight to turn her out babee
Take her to a different world, get her baby girl

[Brevi (50 Cent)]
I'll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby)
We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain't gotta pay

[50 Cent]
Take her ass downtown, the Bentley drop top show her all around
Later when we get back we can show her how we live
Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib

[Brevi]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch

[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch

[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

[50 Cent]
My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing
Why would I complain shes everything to me man
We match together perfect isn't this amazing isn't this amazing
Back massage minaj they turned on I'm hard
Great sex latex I'm playing my part
Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking
Until its damn near breaking

I can tell you from the get go
So you know how this shit go
This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental
I'm about to break it down all the freaky shit we into
If your not into her your into me and well still get u

[Brevi]
Right when we get to the crib step right in
Boy you know what they say
You can be my bitch
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

[50 Cent]
I'm headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby
I'll be gone for a while I'm leaving you in charge now haha haha
Shwaty wanna play at anytime I'm away it ain't OK
But when I come back you know that's how its going down
Well be back up in this bitch passing her around

You don't want me just to play my roll
You don't want me to come take control
You don't want me to move in too slow
You just wanna see me run this show
Lets go lets go lets go

Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

Can I Speak To You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent
Right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the four
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
I'm cyber pimping I'm so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me bitch
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em', Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I'm a usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit

[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I'm gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that's Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I've seen your home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money you's a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga

mixtape: "The Lost Tape" (2012)

(w/ DJ DRAMA)


Get Busy lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Get busy
Get busy
I'm insane yea, shit changed
I'm the head of that bang, bang
Anywhere gang,
Make it rain, trick
Make it rain
I hold on to mine
And buy more cocaine, I'm
Off the chain
Nigga I ain't playin'
I get it him with the semi nigga
Stun I let it rain
He rap I rap
But we ain't the same
He love a dame
I run a train
Canary yellow rocks in my ring
Everything private, my hoes in my planes
Every now bartender more champaigne
I shawn like crowman's Arizona rain
I stunt when I want
I ain't never gonna change
I go load the wood in my cardian frames
This what happens when a bebe kid,
Blow up, up on out this bitch

[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, nigga you ain't got it like me
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
Get busy get busy
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Tell me why you don't like me
My chain too icy
The diamonds on my right hand
Striking like lightning
Throwing cake on your wife
When she liking the icing and uh
It's not even my birthday
She tellin' me she love me
And I wanna be your happy pusher
Then pulled the beetle in the first place
Nah dance the Ali Key let me hold some
Look 'cause I know you know
And I know you nothing
With your rope in, coat in
Type of shit gonna get wild with no man
Ride a game thing, play the bitch without the ball
It's my night boy better love 'till mor'
I'm a boss plus walking big ballin' and
Talking, benz parking, rims glosin', click closer
Tell her way you drained the bottles
With the towels sparkling
Say money talks, bitch my money talks
Now

[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, you ain't got it like me
Doing like me
Get busy get busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Yeah

Double Up - Tone Mason lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Hayes)

It is what it is, son, niggers can't stand it
It's my flip flop and niggers been rounding 'round the planet
Welcome to Miami. Our friends say welcome to Miami.
There's keys to jah, welcome to back yard
Back to back poses and niggers go there hard
I love money. Niggers just drove money
Lord, if I spin circle there is no money
Leave none to a nigger, nigga I'm comfy'
Grow honey racks on a bitch, I told you she want me
If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, fuck the hoe and forget the hoe
Then a hoe be a hoe be a pimp, pay the rent
I'm a fly nigger on a hotel by flashy
But it's natural, then nigga tell me now, can you buy them?
And I've been this nigger South side since it's first day
I told the nigger suck a dick quick, 'cause I'm stretching.

I make a double up, few blocks role
I, I did it, I got to get more
I make a double up, baby soothed them all
The way the bedless and manchies they mumble on the floor.
I make a double up.

We're gonna at the side of the boarder chillin' with drug lords
Tryin' to put a word in, doin' the drug wars
They say: this what happen when you disrespect one of us
And cut the motherfucker hand right in front of us

That's when I said I'm going back to Cali. My man said he goin' back to Cali.
I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I'm cool, bro
I'd rather slang them to come and deal with this bullshit.
'Cause I ain't gonna buzz. Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain't no love
Niggers know who they owe, my number ain't change, bitch
Front door serve this program in the grand quick
Could have put it right in your chest, close rain shit
Watch you die slow, let you know who you flamber
Fuck all that swearing to God, promise and friendship
I ain't the big sub stored, friend, I'm spread ship
Twelve GJ and fifteen ain't payin' shit
Passenger seats goin' get killed, I'm saying this
Prince pals, we don't drown a line of drug dealers
In the preminals going all out.
Before I say you played me I'll go in your house
And get killed there, blow your fucking brains out
You gotta bring ass to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some
And I ain't a victim, motherfucker.

Murder One lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Eminem)

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Yo, whassup, man? This the kid, 50 Cent, man!
New Gangsta Grillz, "The Lost Tape", man.
I made this joint, man, made me sick, man.
Doctor came in an' said: "Man, you got germs, man."
"You got germs from touchin' too much mothafuckin' money, BIITCH! "
Yo, get ready and get a-goin'!
But don't you ever forget it, nigga...
I'm the reason why you make a mixtape... YOU SUCKA! [beat starts]

[Intro: Eminem (50 Cent)]
Ayo, Fif'!
I was thinkin'...
You should go back to doin' the shit you used to do. (AAAAWWWWWWWWW!)

[50 Cent:]
Murder them? - Murder them!
They violate? I demonstrate, yeah! I'll murder them!
Ni... ([Lil' Jon:] "GANGSTA GRIZZILL! ")

[Intro: Eminem (50 Cent)]
Ayo, Fif'!
I was thinkin'...
You should go back to doin' the shit you used to do. (AAAAWWWWWWWWW!)

[50 Cent:]
Murder them? - Murder them!
They violate? I demonstrate, yeah! I'll murder them!
Niggas be frontin' wooord up; they stuntin' till they huuurt up!
That Semi talk I'll let it buck, I had these niggas runnin' hard! [3 silencered shots] [body drops]
I'll pull a nigga's skirt uuup, and have him kickin' dirt uuup
I'll get a nigga an' a nigga BACK UP stupid hard.
Silence! - It's the return of the TYRANT!
Seein' through my third eye with both closed eyelids. (YEAH!)
Stand closer to the homie you gon' die with (AAAWWW!)
Flames come up out the muzzle on the shit that I spit. (IT HURTS!)
I'm talkin' like the Feds ain't listenin', (uh!)
Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you're fishin' in. (c'mon!)
I give to a nigga if he want it, (whoo!)
Better ask niggas about me I'll be on it. (HAHAAAA!)
I get to drop, blow out your knot. - Perfect plannin'!
Hit your back with somethin' hot - out the cannon!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! - Then it's another one! (Lil' Jon: "GANGSTA GRIZZILL! ")
Back to back put the work in
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! (yeah!) - Then it's another one! (one!)
Back to backroom workin'!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
You know I ain't got the strap on me, BARR holdin' that for me!

[50 Cent:]
I'm fucked up! - It really doesn't matter, tho. (YEAH!)
Hundred 9mm shells in the Calico. (UHH-HUUUH!)
Wait! - Niggas drop like dominoes!
Run for your life, puta! - Si, - vámonos! (WHOOOOO!)
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago,
Grew up around cocaine, yeah! Even my mamma know. (uhh!)
I cut a "O" in the fo' - with seven at a time; (what?!)
Made four-hundred of that. - You know a nigga grind. (C'MON!)
Like Cindy Lauper, bitch; - "Time After Time"! (what?!)
A nigga shine - like a nickel-9. (AAAAWWWW!)
I've been talkin' to the man in the mirror (yeah!)
Nigga so ass, they was shakin' like Shakira. (WHOOOOOO!)
It seems like my vision's gettin' clearer;
See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin' near ya! (uh!)
It's funny how niggas never hear ya
Till you run down on 'em, - gun down on 'em!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! - Then it's another one!
Back to back put the work in
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! (yeah!) - Then it's another one! (one!)
Back to backroom workin'!

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Startin' to feel like the old me! [beat fades-out]
Hahaaaa!

Riot (Remix) lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
I don't even know what to say
Ain't got to say much
You here my voice
You know it's 50

[2 Chainz:]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it

I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga's presence

[2 Chainz:]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won't save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga's her preference
Drinking like I'm from Texas, and you know I stay flexin'
And if you don't know I go by Tity two necklace

[50 Cent:]
Nigga that cocaine that I'm flipping
Wood-wood grain when I'm dipping
Codeine when I'm sippin'
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin'
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me

[2 Chainz:]
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot

[2 Chainz:]
I ain't stunnin' these niggas
I ain't stunnin' these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I'm from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I'm down
Her phone off so don't dial

[50 Cent:]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don't live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don't give a fuck
It's 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin', I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin'
While the hoes watchin'
And damn I love this gangsta shit

[Hook:]
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot (yeah)
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot (that's what I'm talkin about)
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot

[Outro: 50 Cent]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around

O.J. lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I'm pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I'm smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I'm kind of thinner but Goddam you're jeans are slimmer
I don't want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I'm a G Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Proly sue you when you hit them
See I'm not what you used to
I ain't soo woo, I ain't crippin'
I'm a rider gang nigga
We gonn get it where we fit it

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a new bitch that's so bad
Yeah she don't know what she doin'
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I'm like boooing!
I won't hit and I won't tell
So I don't wanna flip a coin
I don't kiss it, I don't tell
So her close friend she can join
They don't call me from the pens
That's to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing
Get a rider gang, it's still glowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing
And the Lambo ain't got no top
It ain't summer yet but it's hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
And you see the bitches I got
You better believe it's real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

[Hook]

[Kidd Kidd:]
MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singing like Akon
Her shatter, like I do head on
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I'm bout to head home
Kim jong that's my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering

[Hook]

I Ain't Gonna Lie lyrics - 50 cent (feat. Robbie Nova)

I just wanna stay on you all night
And I ain't gonna lie, girl, I just wanna, I just wanna

I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby

I really wanna get to know you, girl, so many things I wanna show you, girl
Succeed so I guess I owe you, girl. Louboutins, moving on
First the sun comes up and the top comes down, find out what the white rolls royce about
Why the white airs on extra clean, like james brown a nigga do it like a sex machine
Got a hot wheel fetish, I pull up in some mean shit
Sex, drugs, rock n roll, charlie sheen bitch
See me toot it and boot it on my Obama shit, money ain't no, tell them how much I'm a get
I spit bars had the hood in the frenzy, fuck around, take a chain like Lindsay
Paparazzi taking pictures of my fendy, catch me in Prada or maybe Escada
It's just another beautiful day in LA and I'm in New York, a professional shit talker
I see niggas are stressing and I'm straight so I'm guessing I'm above the recession.

I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby

It takes just a little bit of my conversation when I talk
To make you clear for sure that I'm that nigga in New York
Shawty now lay down, put your head back
I put your legs back strocking move your bed back
When we get to them back shots, shawty throw it back
When you back it up at me I like that
Let me guess I turned you on, I turned you on, I bet
We're just getting started and everything is soaking wet
This pussy's good, she ain't worried about the rent this month
This pussy must have went and bought this bitch that benz out front
For me it's nothing, I'm just fucking for the fuck of it
But shawty acting like what we just did some other shit
It can be, it could be, okay, maybe she's a good girl
Attracted to me and things from my world
Temptations are great, one ten of braces that will ain't caress caries for 10 times 8.

I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby

Complicated lyrics - 50 Cent

[Intro:]
Yeah!

[Bridge:]
You see a nigga soft? - My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)
A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...)
These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! - This sweet is sweet an' low,
I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ")

[Verse 1:]
Let this fake niggas get you in the mood for looove,
I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist!
Fuck pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.
SK, I got nothing but energy! (energy!)
Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari The Remedy"! (Remedy!)
"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be.
Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me
Or it's Ruger time, - the SR-9!
Fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked! - Gotta learn to duck. - Whassup?

[Chorus:]
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee! - It seems so complicaated.
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee - show you whassup. - Don't make me fuck you up!

[Verse 2:]
Listen! Any bitch on the milk box ain't missin'
I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen.
I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh;
Shyne tried to get at me, he say I'm waaashed!
I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed.
What kind of shit is that? - This only happens in rap!
These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl,
Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall.
Ice chunks in the chain, - weight spinnin',
Cream linen. - Bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em!
Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!
If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw.
It feels like it's never gon' stop.
A nigga so hot! - I may spend forever on top!
"Forever ever"? - Forever in the drop,
You can't tell I got it on lock? - Bitch!

[Chorus]

You A Killer..Cool lyrics - 50 Cent

I'll put this shit together, I'll tear this shit apart
Demolition, the architect, I'll let you see the spark
Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark
Put what you thinking on the curb nigga mark my word
If there's a L to take it's gon' be your loss
Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off
You've been warned, you hard nigga I'm just gon' hit you harder
Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya
Extended clip ya
Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser
You talk shit I (hawk spit) spit the razor
The mastermind, the muscle
Boy I know how to touch you
I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit

[Chorus:]
You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
You a shooter it's nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
I heard it all before, I'm strapped coming at you boy
This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
I don't believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fucked nigga
I get the drop up on ya

Nigga make one false move around me I say "fuck it I'm ridin'"
And ain't no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I'll find ya
I'm still going through my '50 niggas everywhere I go' phase
Catch me slippin' no days
You pussy niggas no way
To stop me you gon' need at least a Mack boy
Shoot me with a.25 I be like "what you do that for? "
That party popper ain't gon' cut it
But once you crossed the line you crossed the line nigga so fuck it
I'm built for it
Try to do the shit I do get killed for it
Pints of blood spill for it
Beef I'm still for it
Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain't get the memo
I got cake, it's your wake
My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on
Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on

[Chorus]

Remain Calm lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Snoop Dogg & Precious Paris)

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Try to remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Pocket full of green, green in the bong
That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on
Two little timepiece?
Niggas still want me dead like Osam’
But they ain't gon’ make, they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they’re bosses
Ferrari, I’m stronger than 5 hundred horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My earrings blinking, that’s old shit from Jacob
Add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats
You can’t run and get ya [?], you ain't got it
Blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand
You could get shot fucking with Floyd that’s my man
Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team
Pinky ring flawless, my God I’m gorgeous

[Hook]
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, hoe, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, don’t ring the alarm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, nigga, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, this a Al Qaeda bomb

[Snoop Dogg]
I’m chillin’ like a villain while I’m dealin’ I am
Rulin’ while I’m coolin’ with my tool in my hand
Post up, coast up, this is my life bitch
Up close only, you’ll get stuck with a knife bitch
Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
Got a lot of hoes but Charmaine, that’s my white bitch
The rest of my bitches, nah, they ain’t gonna like this
But I don’t give a fuck cause they all love this night stick
But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
Collar popped up cool as the Fonz
Motherfucker, have a seat and loosen up
Get a glass of some gin now juice it up
Deuces up
See there’s a line there for a reason
And if you cross it no more breathin’
You’re leavin’, believe it
We understand each other
Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in you brother
Ya digg?

[Hook]

[Precious Paris]
With Fif’ on that shit, that glock cocked in ya face
My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan’ taste
Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out
6 inch Givenchy’s and bitch finna act out
Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like
I know what the bread like
My [?] headlight, shine like I shine
Night or day time
But nah, nana-nah-na
Make a nigga walk by, everything I say by
Nana-nah-na
Get wet I got that comeback
Dead crack, my assets is my ass jack
Stunt I tell my niggas right where your stash at
You’re fucking with a southside bitch
I go where the money go
I’m at ‘em, I put her on the strobe
Get my money hoe
Catch me in Ferragamo
Or Dolce & Gabbana or [?]
I’m b-squared up, what?

[Hook]

Can't Help Myself lyrics - 50 Cent

[Chorus]
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

[Verse 1]
I had a five hundred bags 14 grams of powder
On the phone with my connect should last about an hour
I need work, I repeat, I need work.
My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked'
When no money coming in is when the guns come out
Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house,
You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick
Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
They say I'm grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas
I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga
Don't take it personal, it's just how I grind nigga
Figure, this is a dog eat dog world, man
Ebony enemy today I'm tryin' to duck I got that hover I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker (don't stop girl)
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down you'd be like “I could just kill a man”
I don't fuck with them niggas from her projects
They're on section eight but niggas cars are straight
They ain't out in the day time them niggas roaches
I don't stop down there if I ain't got the toasts'
I'm in the six four five hard top, not the drop
Leanin', I see them niggas schemin', dream on
Touch me, shitt I wish a nigga would
I'll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood.

[Chrous]
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

[Verse 2]
They said I fell off, my benz was on the repo truck
Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck
I say ‘I ain't know none about nothing'
I'm on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin'
I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
That crack money handsom, your bitch blowin' me kisses
You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn
I'm starting think you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac homie
Man since her cousin in a car crash died
She said ‘don't drink and drive', I say ‘just drink, don't drive'
I had a morphine dream I got heroine ambitions
That's the money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight
Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (heyy)

I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

When I Pop The Trunk lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)

Nigga no wait, no time box, no funeral
Just 9 shots, take top 5, plus big 4
You got 50, I love war

Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]

Think I got him, 10 shots, follow the trail of the blood drops
Fuck the police, better talk to allah arc
Nigga you bleeding bad, damn, you bleeding bad
Your Rolex soaked, like the cortex in your neck
It's gonna get dark
Where's the cops when you fucking need them?
That blood feeling your lungs boy I see you weezing
The harder you tryna run you mug leaking
You could have found something better to do this weekend
I got an arsenal burn your face off properly
Guns ammo, knife Rambo,
Nightmare, wake up on right there
You hellbound, hell yea

Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]

Talk that shit now I love it when you front
Eating all that pussy guess cat got your tongue
Open up your mouth when [?]
Buckshot come out the back of your neck like razor bumps
I'm too small to fight you can swing all you want
I box with the ox, you drop, I swing once
This is a sad scene, at least you die happy
Next lick eater looking like you was smiling at me
Damn Kidd Kidd, snuck at me and just stabbed me
Tell a nigga I'm grimy, bitch I'm from [?] street
If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me
I sprint like athletes in a track meet

Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]

Planet 50 lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro]
If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything
Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me?

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
You know you won’t play with a nigga
I fly out to spend the day with a nigga
First flight, first seat and first class
First pair of Giuseppes, first Birkin bag
I’m Street King, so you’ll be fit for a king
When we step out on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen
It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your night in shining armor
And retro Jordan’s, Giselle’s and a leather bomber
Bright lights, city life, I’ll show around New York a bit
From high dogs? to the expensive shit
Cause we can shop till my nickname Saks Fifth
Madison Ave mindframe, baby I stack chips smile
Me cell phone’ll capture the moment
When your emotions start to shift
I’ma just shoot that over your brown eyes
To chocolate thighs
Make me wanna sing good lord
Is this Adam and Eve happening again?

[Chorus]
We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right
Let me know if you’re with it
That kush in my hood so good, roll it up, back wood
Can’t wait to let you hit it
Now you’re in my world
Now you’re in my world!
Planet Fifty

[Verse 2]
Listen shawty, this is my foreplay without the touching
You can say it’s my forté, I feel you coming
Mindsex I make you wanna take your clothes off
2020 [?] Benz, I’m feeling that concept
I want the best, now can you be the best for me
Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect recipe
Let’s take a walk on the wild side and chat til your body language is saying, boy come get this cake
In my mind ten times, I done took off your clothes
So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know it’s a go
I’m a gambling man, talking ’bout life not dicing
and that look in your eyes say it’s going down tonight
You can show me what you’re into
As I get into, kissing, licking, switching positions
Acting like a nympho
Round after round, I show you how I put it down
Jet set, mile high club

[Chorus]

Swag Level lyrics - 50 Cent

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?

First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out

I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, [?] you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like [?] to my niggas, get the [?] pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something [?]

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
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My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread

And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day
I’m from NY, but I fuck with [?]
When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home
Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on
Warrup [?] don’t get it fucked up
A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, I got bad habits
Sem autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it
Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit
I been doing this I don’t need practice
I been doing this I don’t need practice

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread

Lay Down (Smoked) lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Ned The Wino)

Move the fuck out the way,
This might get rain today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on a roll
That's where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made
And lay down

Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me
Tricks are for kids don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Problem nigga, it’s ok with me
The revolver always stay with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit

Nigga that was my mama crack spot
I got birth rights
I lay a nigga out on the turf nice
Fuck a fist fight
Shit shift all of sudden, you can box my box cutter as I can see it cutting
Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy
I bet this hurts you like it hurts me, it hurts
Hot as hell when that gunpowder burning
What goes around don’t come around
When I’m putting work in
Nigga swallow your pride and run you stick around your done

Move the fuck out the way
This might get rain today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on a roll
That’s where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made
And lay down

I don’t know you what the fuck you wanna say to me
I’m telling you niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Body on the ground it’s ok with me
I make examples so niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit

I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk
I shoot a duck flying right out the sky with the punk
A nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets
16 in the clip, I’ll dump them all in your whip
You think I’m joking, I’m not
You’ll find out when that glock get to dumping
And your back get hot
I got a temper, you don’t wanna test my patience
And end up doc’s new patient
Stump your head on the pavement
You try and come at me on some brave shit

All His Love lyrics - 50 Cent



[Chorus: singing]
He gon' give you all his love! (love...)
He gon' give you all his time! (time...)
He won't let a minute go by (by...)
Without the thought of you crossing his mind! (mind...)
I be like: "Fuck a bitch! " - I'm tryna stay rich
Not trying to concentrate on hoes. (hoes...)
Even if I fuck that bitch to the freakiest shit
By the morning - I got to go! (go...)

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! - I got all kinda bitches: from vet bitches to beginner bitch (uh!)
My phone ringing and I ain't answering cause I'm in a bitch. (yeah!)
I'm all like a pimp than a trick. - I send a bitch! (hahaaa!)
50's and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch. (whoooooo-whooooooooooooooohhhhhh!)
If we going out, we going dutch pay for your inner, bitch!
Look bitch! - This is my life, I'm on some different shit.
Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch
Bitches love me. (yeah!) - Just like I loooove me! (yeah, YEEEAH!)
Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch (uh!)
You want buy me shit? - Meet me at the mall, bitch!
Then the strip club, now holla at your ass, bitch!
Get the cash, bitch, and then go back to your man, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch (whoooohhhh!)
You with me to the end. - Bitch fuck me and a friend is sad. (uh-huh!)
I'm headed to the top, bitch, I'm tryna get it on! (yeah!)
A real bitch'll be there for a nigga if he fall.
The club packed front to the back up in this bitch (uh-huuuh!)
Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch.
Diamonds on my neck! - Diamon'-diamonds on my neck!
Bitch nigga front if you want. - We got swammies on the deck! (ooohhh!)
Put your ass here - over a bitch, the bitch ain't shit
Since a porno clip with a bitch. - She can't suck dick;
But damn nigga, use your head!
She gon' find another dick to suck when you're dead! [echoes] (hahaaa!)

[Outro:]
WestSiiide!
This that shit right here.
Feel like it's s'pose to be on that "Detox"!
Yeah!
Niggas think they better than me...
But they NOT!
Fuck that!
I'm just gon' start over!
So why you act like I ain't been that nigga 8 years?
And I'm a new nigga!
Call me "Ferrari"!
GG-GG- G-Unit!

mixtape: "The Big 10" (2011)