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Big Rich Town lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Joe)

[Hook - Joe:]
They say this is a big rich town
I just come from the poorest part
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down
I just happen to come up hard
Legal or illegal baby I gotta make it

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I never took a straight path nowhere
Life's full of twist and turns
Bumps and bruises, I lived I learnt
I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper
Homie I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven
That corner only 15 minutes away
It move a seven
Pure snow
Bag it then watch it go
Occupational options
Get some blow or some hoes
Shoot the bullet, the strap
Learn to rap with a jack
Fuck it man in the mean time
Go ahead and pump a pack
This my regal royal flow
My James Bond bounce
That double 007, that 62 on my count
I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers
Look a bitch in the eye and tell her, "Baby, I love it."
You're my inspiration
You're my motivation
You're the reason that I'm moving with no hesitation

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while make a move
Maneuver around the rats, wolves, I'm from the school
Of hardknocks
Shots pop
Bodies drop
Graveyard
Pick a block
Cause niggas watching spots
I'm tryna stash shit
Then I go legit
Hollow tip stuff 'em in clip case make niggas trip
My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties
I'm supposed to lose watch me win against the odds
All I got is my word, balls and my instinct
We tryna make it
We already made it my friends think
We already on top
I gotta bigger plan
No more control, substances or hand to hand
White collar visions
Game changing missions
Big risk, big wins
Equal bigger living
Perfect position
Watch me transition
From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky

[Hook]

Drama Never Ends lyrics - 50 Cent

[from "Southpaw" soundtrack]

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
I'll hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a gravedigger

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

Financial Freedom lyrics - 50 Cent

[Verse 1]
Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
Who's sittin' in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale
Third shootout… we was fightin' for positions?
Shell casings out my 9 flyin' through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, yeah, pistols we pack it
You fuck around, we'll blow your heart out the back of your jacket
Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach
'Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had
Woke up sayin' "we gon' turn them corners to Baghdad"
Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin' with them Brooklyn niggas
I had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughts
Start shootin', I bet I'll clear off the ball court
I want it all, that's just how I fuckin' feel, boy
Get in the way, you gon' take you a trip to Deramores

[Hook]
I'm dreamin' of…
My dream of freedom…
Financial freedom

[Verse 2]
Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
You can get with the program, fam'll get smoked, nigga
We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers
Open your head when you're half dead – you see? I told you
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
Over the phones, soon as I'm home, the game's sewn
I got connections – look, bitch, I'm connected
And I ain't givin' niggas no passes, so respect it
Or get dealt with, I'll break you off proper
You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa
Easy – nigga chill or get laid out
I'll put a hole in you then find out what your gang 'bout
I do my dirt, I'm hardly ever by my lonely
I got that Tec with that cooling system on me,
You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
We stackin' paper 'til we strong then we takin' over
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin' like you know us
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
We're the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
We've got to kill what we eat, that nigga chain a bonus
If you ain't gamblin', get the fuck out the spot, boy
Shoot an ace off your foot, that's some shit you should get shot for
Fuck it, when I win I'm a winner – when I lose, I'm a winner
'Cause to my niggas y'all niggas lookin' like steak dinner
You screw your face the fuck up, you gon' do what?
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
Nigga stand down or get manned down
Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
You gon' fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
Hit your spine, a standup nigga can't even stand up

[Hook]

Get The Strap lyrics - 50 Cent

(Trilogy)

[50 Cent & Casanova:]
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap

[Casanova:]
Fuck that, niggas out here active blood
What's brackin'? You'll never catch us lackin', blood
You stupid, you think we ain't packin', 'blood
Fuck wrong with you? I don't like the way you actin', blood
(Get up off me)

[Uncle Murda:]
Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip (bang)
That's his car pulling up, shoot up the whole whip
That's his man, hit him too, that nigga down with him
Check his gram, see who else be hanging around with him (yeah)
He could get it (uh huh), him too, nigga go get the strap
Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at (where?)
Where they at? Who they with? Them niggas gettin' smoked
Line 'em up; they ain't hard to find, all them niggas broke (stupid!)
Old dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what?
Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tyke (woah!)
Big cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin' it (I see ya)
Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it

[6ix9ine:]
Aight, so boom, first up all y'all niggas suck my dick
Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mother's lips (stoopid!)
Ah, ah, ah, niggas runnin' out they mouth
Y'all dead-ass, like I won't punch you in your fucking mouth
Matter of fact, I'ma smack fire out you boy
Are you dumb? I'ma beat the brakes off you boy
You some "gas what I smoke, nigga" (bang bang)
Nah, on this dick your mother choke nigga

[50 Cent:]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap

[Casanova:]
Man fuck that, my niggas 'bout that action blood
Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in blood
They scrapping, my niggas get to clappin'', blood
Fuck wrong with you? I don't like how you actin', blood
(Get up off me)

[50 Cent:]
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Don't play me like I'm pussy, I will pull up and bang bang
Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon' pop out
Hop out, ooh, wop out, and air the whole block out
Blow the whole stock out, and I'm 'bout what I'm 'bout
I'm a one man band, I bring the drum out and dump it
Bend your block, one o'clock, blowing the trumpet
I'm with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks
I'm stupid rich, still doing some stupid shit
You niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside
That's the third time you've been got, second time you was shot
Your man just ain't your man, he saw us first and fucking ran
We on a different type of time, you on some different shit
Now nigga, don't you play with me, play with a bitch
I ain't ran into a problem that I can't fix
Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick

Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap

Gotta Get Mine lyrics - 50 Cent

If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE

You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas ain't got work
Stains from my roaches, grape drink on my t-shirt
Blowin whites back and forth, beef boy was on the block
Niggas watchin bootleg flicks in the barber shop
Tony he was up in it, talkin bout dis and dat
Sayin niggas owe him money they gon' pay him or get clapped
Man when it come to the bread niggas know what im about
Nigga owe me 7grams I'm tryna air his ass out
Call the connect four times this nigga ain't callin back
All of sudden hes pumpin now dat niggas ain't got crack
Banks in the projects fuckin wit bitches that fuck bitches
Tryna get by her to give her sumtin in her momma kitchen
This rap shit just came to me son its like I be havin visions
After being shot the fuck up I make better descisions
I sat-back taught my soldiers how to re-act
El took my trey pound and blew blacks heart out his back
The beef don't mean nuttin to me son I'm always in drama
Shit I say in my rap is real I put that on my momma
Say a prey before I sleep, lord bless me wit sum cake
And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul he take

If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE

I'm The Man (Remix) lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Chris Brown)

[50 Cent:]
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
Every ghetto I know the same
We tryna make a little change
Preacher man come around talkin'
I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
I'ma put the powder in the pot
Whip it 'til I'm pullin' off a lot
Imagine when I pull it off the lot
New shit come without a top
Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop
Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop

[Chris Brown:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man

[50 Cent:]
Ay, came in the game gettin' money
Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money
Niggas get to playin' with the money
Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money
They love to see a nigga on the bottom
Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low
A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole
Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's
Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
Shawty wanna fuck with me
Strippin', yeah, the jiggy, nigga
Later, she gon' hit my line
We ain't gon' waste no time
She suckin' and we fuckin' like she need me
While she make a bankroll easy
All the light in the room from the T.V
We gettin' it on then I'm gone
It's the type of shit that a nigga be on

Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my.9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that

[Chris Brown:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man

Came in the game gettin' money
I fuck with all the bitches gettin' money
But you love playin' games with the corny shit
Messin' with a nigga, only bought it 'cause I want it
You love to see a nigga at the bottom
You tried to come up, you don't keep it on the low
They like a drug, don't like you to call them hoes
I'm tryna break a booty down like 36 O's
I think I love a big fat A-O-D, make that bitch cum for free
Look at mommy shake it, I'ma call her, she gon' hit my line, fall in love every time
But if I don't pay, she gon' leave me, never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces
And I believe it, I ain't think this shit was easy, who am I now?

[50 Cent:]
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my.9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that

[Chris Brown:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man

Know I'm the man, hoe I'm the man
Think she ain't special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw
They not on my level, that's why I look at you different, yeah, yeah

Jungle lyrics - 50 Cent

I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will accomadate you.
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blue in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that feed 'em too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips

No Romeo No Juliet lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Chris Brown)

[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
Ay hoe, get back to twerkin', back to workin'
Get back to strippin', they back to tippin'
Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin'
Them bottles poppin', bitch them hoes callin' us
Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around bitch, shit is for real
Quick makin' a stack, back makin' some mill, I mean, get us a deal
Bitch fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel?
On the social network when they said a nigga really ain't got no chill

[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga

[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga!

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
PIMP, who the shotta them
I'm the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him
Had the homies come through, 400, that be the block
Take yo shit, we going up on the Instagram
Higher than a ceiling fan, I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen
I'm flying shit out the window like I was Peter Pan
I handle my own shit, I own shit
I loan shit, middle finger to the middle man
Anybody that can get it when they want it
Finger fuck bitches, she gon tell me when she cumin'
50 in this bitch and I ain't asking him for nothin'
That's my OG, if a nigga trippin', get to bustin'
Mo money mean mo problems
If your nigga got the money, we gon' rob him
Boy I'm simply, a P.I.M.P.
And I'm a let it go 'til the clip go empty

[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I'm getting big money, started going hard keep a nigga from hatin'
Remove the white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial dating
This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, my nigga sit on suede
Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch I got it made
We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page
You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge
You know my bottom bitch, I done told I'd break a nigga 12 ways
A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away
You hear my name on the street, circulating, you heard I'm cakin'
These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolating?
I got thing for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down
So a hoe feel like I'm right next to her when a nigga way up town

[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga

[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga

See Me Bleeding lyrics - 50Cent

They wanna see me Bleeding
When the Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom soles of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

How did I get in here, life is a livin hell.
The walls are closing in it feels Like I'm trapt in prison cell
They pray for me to fail
But in my face they wish me well
But still I persevere
Deal with hand I was dealt
They neva gave me nothing every thing I got myself
So they cant tell me nothing Still they all in my grill
Try to claim that they real
Try to tell me they love me
But noone was ever there
They wanna see me bleeding
I never been scared
There ain't nothing I fear
Look in my eyes and u can see the soul of a man
They just don't understand
I walk with my gun in my hand I bust up in the air
Give niggas a runnin chance
A soldier in the trinchez A wreisel in the fire
See I'm that young nigga OG's hate to admire
Its the hate that inspires
My love for getting rich and im'a die tryin.

They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Man I'm ready to ride
Why they want me to die
They wanna live my life
I can see the hate in they eyes
Somebody tell me why
When I look in the sky
He don't ever look down
I guess that he don't hear my cries
Please show me a sign
That I got enough time
To get outta the grind
A gettin' in the shine
I’m tryn to hold it down
But I ain't worried man,what goes around comes around
They wanna see me Bleeding
My backs against the wall
Niggaz is all talk come on talk no bite niggaz is all bark
I'm the light in the dark
I ignite like a spark
The pimpin in me will never die Preach what mama told ya
Go an get what u want and remember the south cause u never know where you goin if you don't know where your from
So I lifted the trunk and chunked the deuce sideways break them boys off

They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’ma stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Nanananananaaaaaaa (Yeahh)
They wanna see me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaa (uh huh)
They Wanna see (come on) me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaaa
Everything ain't what it seems
Take a look at wat I see
One eye on the prize the other on my enemies
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Nanananananaaaaa, Nanananananaaaaa Nanananananaaaaa

Still Think I'm Nothing lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jeremih)

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
Oh yeah
(Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit)
Ouuh
Bongo By The Way

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)

[50 Cent:]
If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to
When you come up how I came up, life's not gentle
See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due
I prayed on it, God didn't say nothing back
Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack
Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it
A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna' take it
You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber
Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah
If niggas want problems I'm sayin' this no problem
I catch 'em on the late night and dearly depart 'em

[Jeremih:]
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)

[50 Cent:]
I remember all the shit you said to me 'cause it hurt me
Then it helped me 'cause then I was down to do the dirt
See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route
I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out
And I got all kind of money now
Look what you made me
Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy
My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard
Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (God!)
From playin' with Hot Wheels to collecting cars
That shit in the duPont REGISTRY's in my yard
Somehow the bullshit shifted
Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted
And I be like

[Jeremih:]
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)

Street King Energy Track #7 (You Lose) lyrics - 50 Cent

[Girl:]
You, I love you so much
I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
[50 Cent:]
Alright, alright, that's enough
Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit

Nigga this is simple, not complicated
I-I-I can't be faded
I'm starting to think I made it
Get out of line, out line, line, out line
Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga
Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya
There's no running from me
Picture me in my darkest hour
I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward
Like the blood in your veins
You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain
Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine
I'm higher than Jevolter he's flying a plane
No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
The barrow that llama, hot, yeah like a sauna
Bricks in the door panel causing to fare Osama
Time for a tale of shoes, you fare damo
Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano
I'm crashing the train, they call me the piano man
I move the keys fuck a piano, man
I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
Beef I let it blow, I hop a fence and dump it
Niggas be talking all that jazz
When they get down to the get down they ask
That base so deep, my heart so cold
I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row

[Hook:]
Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news

This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce
Say the wrong shit out your mouth I'll A your ass out
One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast
My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz
I don't wanna play so I don't play fair
You know it's not polite to stare at my cartiere
Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor
Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major
I used to cut crack on my grandmama China
And cook coke think I'm the chef from Elle's Diner
Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar
When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car
They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far
I love war, in fact, I'm the commander
I want you to open the box of pandor'
I'll destroy you and everything you stand for

[Hook]

Yeah, I'm a South-side nigga to the bone
And when my niggas ain't around, I do it on my own
Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah
That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit
Wait till y'all hear the shit

This Is Murder Not Music lyrics - 50 Cent

I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that

This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[x2]

Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin',
nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do. [Laughs]I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that

This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[x2]

Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin',
nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do. [Laughs]

Warning You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Skylar Grey)

[Hook: Skylar Grey]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow
Failing's not an option, my son's turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin'
Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then
Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit
Who needs enemies my friend keep shootin' my friends
They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz
Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block

[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up with wasn't bumpin' me
Product of the slum, I guess it's misery loves company
Told 'em I'm a winner I be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed then
JMJ didn't work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around that's when you know you're on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'm a show em
I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before 'em
I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
I Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy

[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"
Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop
It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the key
All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head
They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops
I'm not a bully of the East, if I don't start no beef
I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets
I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done
Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one

[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me

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