50 Cent Lyrics

9 Shots lyrics - 50 Cent

Fifty, fifty

Ferrari, Ferrari

Shooter, shooter

I was innocent then, I ain't do no wrong

She said, "You mommy little man," I said, "Yep, uh huh"

She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up

Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up

It was welfare or hustlin', they killed her for that

The first shot, bullet wound in my back

I'm fucked up, look at my sneakers, I'm fucked up

Now I'm on my own, mommy gone

Sam said, "You a young boy, why your clothes look so old?

You don't need fish, little nigga, you need a pole

You don't need no new kicks, you need an O"

Chop that, bag it, get right back at it

That touched me, it hit me in my heart

I'm a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start

I am what I am, Sabrina's only baby

Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380

Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me

Whenever shit can go wrong it always will

See, seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope

Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope

Try to punk me and my gun smoke

Look, I'm outta control, my gun go

Off like it's legal, call the cops, you need to

Give 'em my description, I ain't bullshittin'

My high school sweetheart love didn't last long

Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone

That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then

My next girl was a pain in the ass

I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me

That's nine shots, we just call it Fifty

Mama said the Lord gon' bless us

Mama said, mama said

Mama said the Lord gon' bless us

Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses

Mama said the Lord gon' bless us

Mama said, mama said

Mama said the Lord gon' bless us

The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn't get us

Mama said the Lord gon' bless us

That's what mama said, that's what mama said

Crazy lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. PnB Rock)

[PnB Rock:]

Made it ma! Top of the world!

I'm going crazy

I'm going out of my head

[PnB Rock:]

It feels like I'm going crazy

Nothing can save me

I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey

I can't stop staring out my window

Choppa and my pistol

I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head

[50 Cent:]

I'm exhausted, last night I lost it

Let the homies get loose, I'm sure I'ma get the lawsuit

Nana called, my granddaddy coughing up blood

Got an infection, the cycle of life just sucks

I bet when he die, she die, just because

They been together 60 years, that's what they call love

Paid for my first cousin wedding, over 200 grand

Then two kids and six years later, he's the wrong man

I woke up this morning, really wasn't feeling myself

Thought about suicide but me, I ain't killing myself

My cousin Dory shot his girlfriend then shot himself in the head

Before I shoot myself, I'm shooting everyone else kid

My head aching, my hands shaking, I'm sweating bullets

And it ain't even hot in this bitch, I'm going through it

My mind playing tricks on me, I mean, shit homie

I might need a straitjacket fit for me

[PnB Rock:]

It feels like I'm going crazy

Nothing can save me

I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey

I can't stop staring out my window

Choppa and my pistol

I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head

[50 Cent:]

My favorite uncle Roc got twisted 'til that liquor gave him sugar

Had complications once or twice, that shit fucked up his liver

To me he's still the man cause see me I still remember

That lil' snorkel he bought me to stay warm that December

I was sleeping in the basement, the window had a draft

Even with the electric heater, I was freezing my ass

I got some money now so if I die before him, I'ma leave it to him

He can have a fine nurse put that insulin needle to him

Called my son twice, he ain't picking up the phone

And Banks, me and him don't even talk no more

You know cause of me, he ain't never have to sell crack

Never used no knife or had to squeeze no strap

But if I go tonight, I bet you I'm hellbound

For cocaine distribution and letting off MAC rounds

Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house

Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out

[PnB Rock:]

It feels like I'm going crazy

Nothing can save me

I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey

I can't stop staring out my window

Choppa and my pistol

I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head

[50 Cent:]

Then I was in the second row the second time Em married Kim

Looking at Proof like, "How much you think this gon' cost them?"

Feels like a set up, Shaniqua's being nice to me

I rather a nigga just put a knife in me

Than go through the emotions, the confusion and commotions

Never die down in my head, they keep going

It feels like I'm God's punching bag on occasions

Amazing, on other days, I feel like I'm His favorite

I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade

When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade

My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch

Life without my old girl, I couldn't see that

My grandpa was the strongest, then he broke down and I broke down

I looked around like if shit go bad now, who I'm gon' go to now?

That was his partner, see he knew everything about her

Now he's saying he don't wanna live without her

[PnB Rock:]

It feels like I'm going crazy

Nothing can save me

I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey

I can't stop staring out my window

Choppa and my pistol

I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head

First Date lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Too Short)

[50 Cent:]

Just one night, tonight

It could be three of us

Yeh yeh yeh

Girl, we could get it on

(Where ya' girlfriend)

Girl, we can have a ball

(Bring ya' girlfriend)

Life's too short to not fuck on the first date

No one knows if we're promised tomorrow

But if we make love until the next day

We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate

[50 Cent:]

Four in the morning girl, now I don't wanna talk

We've been talking for hours, now you know I wanna fuck

Look I don't understand what it is you don't understand

My watch a hundred grand, my chain a hundred grand

Bitch, I'm a wanted man, I say I run New York

Cause I do what the fuck I wanna do, they know wussup

They say my screws are loose, I say who cares, you know I'm rich

Look I don't have time to blow with a bitch shooting the shit

Now maybe you can loosen up and let me go to work

So I can whisper in your ear while pulling down your skirt

When I get the stroking girl you don't know what to say

Quick come quick, girl, I'm gone right away

Yeh, you nasty, girl, you nasty

And I'm into that, so get at me!

[50 Cent:]

I don't want no good, good, good, good, girl

Me, I want a nasty girl

Come creep with me, be a freak for me

Life's too short to not fuck on the first date

No one knows if we're promised tomorrow

But if we make love until the next day

We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate

[Too Short:]

I said bitch, I wanna fuck you in the worst way

Hell yeah, I wanna fuck you on the first date

If I don't, I say, fuck you on Thursday

Cause then I won't want you, watch how fast I dump you

But right now I'm infatuated

You get to hang with me, girl, you graduated

I take you out for drinks and get you tipsy

Then I pull my dick out and I say kiss me

You're about to laugh ya little panties off

You only get one date, you better grab these balls

They wanna ride in fancy cars

That's what bitches do

They like to rub it then suck it and lick it too

She's a nasty little trap ho slut

But I like that shit, so let's fuck

Bitch!

[50 Cent:]

I don't want no good, good, good, good, girl

Me, I want a nasty girl

Come creep with me, be a freak for me

Life's too short to not fuck on the first date

No one knows if we're promised tomorrow

But if we make love until the next day

We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate

[50 Cent (Too Short):]

Ohhh, ehhhh

It sounds crazy

But tomorrow's not promised

I mean, I mean I wanna do it today

I want it now

I don't wanna wait

Wait for what?

My time's running out

Your time's running out

Come here girl

(Wanna fuck you bitch

I wanna fuck you bitch

You only got

One date

Ain't no tomorrow)

Get Low lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jeremih, 2 Chainz & T.I.)

Remo The Hitmaker

This is The Unit

[Jeremih:]

She said she want a stunner

I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money"

Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh

Can't forget the girl if I wanted

While she up and down on that pole

While she up and down

You got me sayin', "Yeah"

Drop it down and get low

Oh, drop it down and get low

You got me sayin', "Yeah"

Drop it down and get low

Oh, drop it down and get low

[50 Cent:]

I blew ten, I blew twenty

It's nothin' to me, I get money

I eat, sleep and I shit money

I can't get this bitch off me

I'm tossin' it, she want it (Want it)

That's the way we own it (Own it)

Sound crazy, don't it? (Don't it?)

I'm turnt up, turnt up

Them bottles come, we we want it (Oh, yeah)

Pass 'em out to my homies (Okay)

Shorty break it down for me (Go bae)

I done gave her half of that molly, shorty

Lap dancin' all on me, probably

Give it to me now, give it to me now

First she got me up, then she's goin' down

I'm finna climb that, I mean climax

We ridin' out, I'm gon' ride that

Triple X flick, we gon' try that

She can press record, don't rewind that, c'mon

[Jeremih:]

She said she want a stunner

I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money"

Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh

Can't forget the girl if I wanted

While she up and down on that pole

While she up and down

You got me sayin', "Yeah"

Drop it down and get low

Oh, drop it down and get low

You got me sayin', "Yeah"

Drop it down and get low

Oh, drop it down and get low

[2 Chainz:]

(Yeah, 2 Chainz)

My hair longer than hers, bitch, life ain't fair

I'm gettin' paid off ad-libs, all I gotta do is say, "Yeah"

Ridin' around in that foreign, all your stories sound distorted

Got so many Cuban links with me, my chain can get deported

At the bar takin' shots, you are out, you need reloading

If you ever took a bitch from me, I come back to repo it

Dirty Sprite, I repour it, smellin' like the car dealership

And I don't think it's gon' work out

So bitch you need a membership

[Jeremih:]

She said she want a stunner

I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money"

Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh

Can't forget the girl if I wanted

While she up and down on that pole

While she up and down

You got me sayin', "Yeah"

Drop it down and get low

Oh, drop it down and get low

You got me sayin', "Yeah"

Drop it down and get low

Oh, drop it down and get low

[50 Cent:]

Olé, olé, olé, olé

Look at '64's, out everyday, olé, olé

[T.I.:]

(Hustle Gang over everythin', by the way)

Hey nigga, let me let you know how much I care about the bitch

(Fuck 'em)

I'm 'bout as cold as it gets

Only thing they get is a whole a lotta dick

Shout-out to college park where it's sold by the brick

Nigga, hold up

Sittin' on this table with the racks on go

Got some bitches with me, turnt to the max on go

But we with this shit you with, you try me we shootin'

And shootin' 'til the gun don't blast no more

Back it up to me

Grind on me like you tryna make love to me

And go and bring that badder girl in the club to me

That would make you the better girl in the world to me, for real

And I'm still ridin' one hand on the wheel

The other one touchin' the girl while she kissin' the other one

Makin' the faces like she finna bust her one

[Jeremih:]

She said she want a stunner

I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money"

Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh

Can't forget the girl if I wanted

While she up and down on that pole

While she up and down

You got me sayin', "Yeah"

Drop it down and get low

Oh, drop it down and get low

You got me sayin', "Yeah"

Drop it down and get low

Oh, drop it down and get low

Major Distribution lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Snoop Dogg & Young Jeezy)

[50 Cent and Snoop Dogg:]

I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more

I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw

I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor

Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy

[50 Cent:]

Run tell the Bloods I'm crippin', go tell the Crips I'm Blood

Nigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don't give a fuck

I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas

Come through 2012 XJ on niggas

I'm an apex predator, nigga, I'm stronger

Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya

Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off?

Why the fuck would you be repeating that?

Nigga, I'm a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June

Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jay?

I'm in a dope fiend's dream, I got it for 'em raw

I got that morphine memories, I've been breaking the law

I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama

I'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama

Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas

I smoke all these niggas for this bread

[50 Cent and Snoop Dogg:]

I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more

I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw

I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor

Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy

[Snoop Dogg:]

I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed

5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah

I'm trying to put this shit away on the low

I need a hit a day, think you better get away

From my, oh, my, I got a birdie that'll fly

From Cali to Kingston, back to NY

Snoop's smash the kush, from 5 to 9

Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high

Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal

G's with the trees and the C's on my level

5-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart

Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge

But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese

Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G's

I got it, always kill, always will

Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that?

[50 Cent and Snoop Dogg:]

I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more

I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw

I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor

Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy

[Young Jeezy:]

5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing

Bag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfing

Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin

Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin

Guess that's the life of a yay' flipper

Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper

Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man

Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans

All I saw growing up was kilos and gang-banging

Then the homie taught me to whip, game-changing

Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table

Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table

Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I'm gonna split it

The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet

Less soda, more water, stretching like it's elastic

Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah

[50 Cent and Snoop Dogg:]

I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more

I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw

I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor

Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy

[Snoop Dogg:]

Yeah, you know what it is. It's your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that motherfuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit, homie. Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah! Rastafari!

My Life lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Eminem & Adam Levine)

[Adam Levine:]

My, yeah, yeah, mmm

My life, my life

Makes me wanna run away

There's no place to go

No place to go

All the confusion

It's an illusion, like a movie

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to run and hide

No matter how hard I try, yeah

[50 Cent:]

Yeah, '03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich

Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch

I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit

Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick

Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit

'Cause I'm not writin' anymore, they not makin' hits

I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned

If money's evil, look at all the evil I done earned

I'm doin' what I'm supposed to

I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepreneur

Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—what's it to ya?

The track I lace it, it's better than basic

This is my recovery, my comeback, kid

[Adam Levine:]

My life, my life

Makes me wanna run away

There's no place to go

No place to go

All the confusion

It's an illusion, like a movie

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to run and hide

No matter how hard I try, yeah

[Eminem and 50 Cent:]

While you were sippin' your own Kool-Aid gettin' your buzz heavy

I was in the fuckin' shed, sharpenin' my machete

Sippin' on some of that revenge juice, gettin' my taste buds ready

To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even?

I think you fuckin' meatballs keep on just forgettin'

Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginnin'

He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offendin'! (Yeah!)

He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the

Motherfuckin' wall with 3000 volts of electricity

Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each

One of your eye sockets 'cause I thought you might finally fuckin' see

That'll teach you to go voicin' your cocksuckin' opinion to me

I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin'

Up! You're gonna end up regrettin' you ever betted against me

Feels like I'ma snap any minute

Yeah, it's happenin' again

And I'm thinkin' about just sayin', "Motherfuck everybody that's up in this bitch but 50!"

'Cause this is all I know

This is why so hard I go

I swear to God I put my heart and soul

In this more than anybody knows

I'm trapped, so all I do is rap

But every time I rap I'm more trapped

And I rap myself right to this bubble

Oh I guess it's bubble wrap (Ha ha)

It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis

Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?

Feels like I'm goin' psycho again (Ch, ch, ch, ch)

And I might just blow my lid

Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid

'Cause I'm runnin' in circles with—

[Adam Levine:]

My life, my life

Makes me wanna run away

There's no place to go

No place to go

All the confusion

It's an illusion, like a movie

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to run and hide

No matter how hard I try, yeah

[50 Cent:]

I haven't been this fuckin' confused since I was a kid

Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did

Maybe this is for me, maybe

Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy

Maybe I'll do it 3 A.M. in the morning like Shady

Psycho killer, Michael Myers

I'm on fire like a lighter

Try to say this ain't classic, get yo' ass kicked mad quick

Wrap your head up in plastic

Pussy, now pick the casket

Dirt nap with the maggots, it's tragic

It's sad, it's never gonna end

Now we number one again

With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate

Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given

Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin' thing livin'

[Adam Levine:]

My life, my life

Makes me wanna run away

There's no place to go

No place to go

All the confusion

It's an illusion, like a movie

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to run and hide

No matter how hard I try, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

It don't take much strength to pull a trigger

But try to 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 a tough guy

[Alicia Keys:]

Party people say, party people say

Ay it's a new day, it's a new day

World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!

For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say

A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

[Dr. Dre:]

I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me

When I was feeling like Miller Lite and Ol' E

But now I ride on some conscious shit

I'm getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments

Only one I could have a problem with is myself

That's probably why my only competition is myself

From today to tomorrow the Doc is just rocking the same drum

Fuck the past, though I ain't forgot where I came from

I got the club rocking, uh

I got your girl jocking, uh

Me and Fif' still in this bitch, bitch

We goin' the distance with you party people, come on

[Alicia Keys:]

Party people say, party people say

Ayy

It's a new day

World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!

For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say

A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Ayy

[50 Cent:]

Now, you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better

Or push the dough on the liquor store, see where it get 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 fill my heart with larceny

Niggas ride, I don't hide, I dump to get 'em off of me

I'm a leader, look and 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; the competition, red-dot 'em

It's dinner time when the 9 come out

It's off with the chain, off with the ring

Move, bang, off with ya brain

[Alicia Keys:]

Party people say, party people say

Ay it's a new day, it's a new day

World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!

For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say

A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

[Alicia Keys:]

Marks on the wall

It's now or never at all

I'm gonna give it my all

Whether I rise or fall

[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 chasing 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

[Alicia Keys:]

Party people say, party people say

Ay it's a new day, it's a new day

World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!

For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say

A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

We Up lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd)

[50 Cent:]

Yeah, uh-huh

They don't do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)

Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)

[50 Cent:]

I'm 'round the bullshit like a matador

I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter boy

Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth

Build with the gods and double knowledge of self

Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion

That pussy make a weak nigga break down

So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks

You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat

I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me

Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from

I'm a Southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine

You be that next nigga coroners come outline

You ain't made of what I'm made of

You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers

Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers

What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?

[50 Cent:]

We on now; we pullin' off the lot

Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top

Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop

Y'all don't do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)

Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)

We up, nigga!

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)

Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)

Guns in your video get you locked in a bing

Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean

Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up

Charity work, parking tickets and no charges

Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick

Should have been a bitch in pajamas

I made my first million fucking dollars

Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular

I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody

I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer

Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single

20 thou, she got a hell of a ad-lib

I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

[50 Cent:]

We on now; we pullin' off the lot

Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top

Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop

Y'all don't do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)

Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)

We up, nigga!

[50 Cent:]

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast

D colored VS stones around my neck bitch

It feels like a nigga dreamin'

Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'

Bulls eye, that's what we came for

The bread, now a nigga run the game boy

I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard

Aloof livin', I came up so hard

No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain

I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

[50 Cent:]

We on now; we pullin' off the lot

Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top

Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop

Y'all don't do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)

Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)

We up, nigga!

[Kidd Kidd:]

'Round the world tourin', the city got boring

Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans

Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange

Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses

Living life with no worries

My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus

Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e

M-Zone Rida Gang end the story

Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry

She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury

Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring

Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari

You so special, bedroom or restroom

Just keep performing, go girl

About to film a movie, guess who's starring

mixtape: The Kanan Tape (2015)

Nigga Nigga lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Lil Boosie & Young Buck)

[50 Cent:]

So what you sayin', boy? You a shooter, boy? Nigga, we don't care who you shot

Nigga, quit talking money 'round rich niggas, nigga, we don't care what you got

Bitch, I got six niggas that hit niggas, boy, I don't give a fuck

Especially when I'm lit, nigga, real shit, nigga, send a bitch to line you up

Boy, I don't chit-chat when I click clack, I might ask a nigga, "What's up?"

Pull off in an Aston, pull up in a hooptie, then you fuck-niggas getting fucked

Talking 'bout rapid-fire, automatic, brrrrrt, bang

Nigga, hit everybody, I said everybody, laying right there where they stand, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't sprayin' nothing, you ain't laying nothing

Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing

'Til you do something, niggas out here putting that work in

And I'm cool, nigga, like that cup I put my purp in

You ain't 'bout the strap, you ain't 'bout that knife, you ain't 'bout that life

You ain't 'bout that, that gangsta shit, you ain't 'bout that

When it's on we'll have you broad day or night, you ain't 'bout that, right?

You ain't 'bout that life, that gangsta shit, we 'bout that

[Boosie Badazz:]

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing

Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing

Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing

Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you ain't saying nothing

Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing

They're not GGA, you play, I'm gon' see what's happening with ya

I don't talk it out, don't rap about it, I'm not these rap niggas

Got a maniac mind-state, will increase the crime rate

Me and every nigga on my team got a bathroom, bitch, try me

You ain't sayin' nothin', that's Twitter talk, I'm from where real niggas walk

Crackers tried to lynch me, but couldn't get me cause I'm real smart

Heart of a lion, what that mean? I got a big heart

Certified in style, been like that since a lil' boy

Nigga, who you talking to? You know what I'll do to you

Transvestite your bitch-ass, make you work out in a hula hoop

Street king, Boosie, boo, did things that turn you Christian

Let it burn, fuck the consequences, what you saying? I'll burn you

Bitches to the ground with no mercy, I promise you

From Baton Rouge to Cashville, niggas gon' ride for Boos'

So what you saying? Yeah, don't tell me, you don't wan' see my mind twisted

Oh, you pussy talking like these bitches, when I see you that's your issue, nigga