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Back 4 That lyrics - 50 Cent

 Uh-huh Uh-huh

5 (five) 1 (one)

Real shit nigga

Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that

Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that

If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that

Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it

The bullshit I'm on right now nigga, I've been on it

If I don't eat, nobody eat, cold in the street

No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat

Y'all know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees

Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys

Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay

Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok

I take the stand under oath and lie

Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry

Or watch time go by

Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab in the pie

He who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die

Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that

Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that

If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that

Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that

Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that

If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that

Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

You gettin' money nigga? (YEAH!), you thugged out? (YEAH!)

50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year (YEAH!)

You bust your gun nigga? (YEAH!), you on the run nigga? (YEAH!)

You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga? (YEAH!)

Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rollie

After being on the street, less than a week

Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good

Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood

Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the milly

A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly

I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita

My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her

It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her

If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even have to see her

She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me

It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV

Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that

Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that

If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that

Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that

Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that

If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that

Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

Aight, now y'all niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')

Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')

I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU WAS STUNTIN')

You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')

Rap niggas stay actin' like they ready to flip

When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script

Its like tradition, rap niggas die in they whips

So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit

You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind

Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99

You're not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed

Shall I proceed, I'll write it down so you can read

If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said

If not you dumb fuck, I just went over your head

Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that

Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that

If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that

Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that

Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that

If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that

Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

Big Rich Town Power Remix lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Trey Songz & A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

 [Trey Songz:]

They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah

And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah

Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it

This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard)

Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it

[50 Cent:]

I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twist and turns

Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn

Yeah slick talker, shit talker, New Yorker

Collectin' property, playin' Monopoly (Ha, ha)

You might want bond with us, build and break bread

You think I'm fucking 'round, look there's money to make, yeah

More snakes than rats, just a habit to my appetite

Rap this rap, I'ma show you who to blame of that

God damn can we all just get along? (No)

Hell no, not when you forget who put you on (Yeah)

My plug he need the keys to success

Take two and make three to the best

Cruel shit, not weak shit, I got this

Fearless not careless now watch this

Money flip like it's suppose to flip

Read up, then double up, watch me hit the lick

[Trey Songz:]

They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah

Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it

This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard)

Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie:]

Ha, watch how you move in my city

Ooh yeah, we kinda cool but we pity too, yeah

I know a killer, and he's feelin' [?]

If I tell him that it's up, then it's litty, ooh yeah

They tryna rob me for my shit (Ooh)

Hoodie messed up, I wish you would try to get through

Before I was rappin', I was like you hittin' licks too

Now I'm buyin' everything, like I'm too good for a rental

You act like you know everything, you don't know what I been through

Send my goonie to pull up on you, like Suge with the pistol

He might you up and spin your block wit your friend too

If you pull up on me and you movin' wild then it's litty

Know it's always on me, even when I sleep, it's under the pillow

They been plottin' on me since I was eighteen wearin' Kenzo

[?] OG's, Mike amiri got me official

They ain't want me when I wasn't hard to get to

[Trey Songz:]

They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah

Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it

This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard)

Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it

Gangsta Style lyrics - 50 Cent

 Look if you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke

Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope

I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me

Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley

I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch

Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot

You talk six coupe's, shit you only pushing a trey

Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K

For cats like you, crime don't pay

You just linger in the hood, then niggas blow you away

You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up

Then have to tuck em in when I pop up

Niggas in the hood saying "50's Grimy"

'Cause they hit me with consignment and now they can't find me

If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip

And I can cop another one after each assist

You ain't no gangsta

You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker

You fake fraudulent motherfucker

You ain't a gangsta

I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out

'Cause we don't trust ya

You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?

Kill him, that's what they said Ta Ta did to Peewee

Y'all ain't got to believe me

When I'm done with this rhyme if there's time I'll hit a flick

With Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick

She ain't hot but every time I fuck, the coke price drops

When it's time to get it on (what)

I pull over the thong (uh huh)

Fuck 'til I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)

Usually hit it watching tele way out in L.A

I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my belly"

Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly

First thing I'm saying is "Nigga what da deally"

Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle

Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, oh really?

I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli

Got 20 inch chrome sitting on my Pirellis

Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me?

You ain't no gangsta

You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker

You fake fraudulent motherfucker

You ain't a gangsta

I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out

'Cause we don't trust ya

Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turning proof

Ho whip, bullet proof, you ain't fuckin' with me, duke

Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay

Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday

Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up

Getting fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up

Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care

I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square

Real shit, you spit it 'cause you seen it

I spit it 'cause I did it and I mean it

Man, I don't like none of y'all

Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all

Had the whole hood talking bout what I done to y'all

Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cause

I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs

Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs

Gotta show me some love 'cause my shit is unplugged

You ain't no gangsta

You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker

You fake fraudulent motherfucker

You ain't a gangsta

I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out

'Cause we don't trust ya

Keep Your Eyes On Yours lyrics - 50 Cent

 Yo, you know what I want?

I want the beat to drop in right?

Like... now

Niggas be thinking I'm crazy, right?

Yeah, you are crazy! I ain't crazy

You are cra- at least I don't think I'm crazy

I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot

You hot, but you crazy

Why they wanna- I don't know

It's the money that, make shit get ugly

It's the money that, make these hoes love me

It's the money that, make niggas wanna slug me

Man, I thought the money would make it all lovely

Yo, I actually write what I do or see

The felonies from day to day make me say what I say

When I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's

Don't cry for me, smile for me

And if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me

Remember the good times, the chips we stacked

The clips we packed

And all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack

Let my tombstone read, "I tried" and from the start

Everything I wrote was from my heart

So it'll always be number one on my chart

I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art

Sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'

This shit is real, it ain't a game

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy niggas live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine

Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy niggas live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine

Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big

I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid

So I get vest up when I get dressed up

In the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up

If it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup

If you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the fuck up

Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?

And gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck

Duke listen, if you move I'ma hurt you

You'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue

Right now what you need to do is gimme the cash

Forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya ass

Be a good Boy now, go and get your stash

I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash

Alright run along before I shoot ya ass

I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy niggas live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine

Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy niggas live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine

Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast

Then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last

Man listen, if you really really like this shit

Nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit

Call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop

I'ma be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a pop

To each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap

Typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street

1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat

Niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat

Gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? What a treat

You're a generous guy, take 'em off or die

Man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies

Look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly

Why you 'round here with this shit anyway? Huh? You high?

See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy niggas live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine

Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy niggas live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine

Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

Part Of The Game lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa)

 Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah)

I know heartbreaks, setbacks

Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around

So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)

If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man

I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it

No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)

Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with

Make money, make-make, make money

When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South side

Beef with the best of 'em, done shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah)

Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh)

Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head

'Fore the weather break you're dead

Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah)

Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh), bag it, flip it

Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah)

Runnin' 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (Ayy)

When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right)

Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'

And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side

Niggas get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah)

I know heartbreaks, setbacks

Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around

So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)

If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man

I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it

No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)

Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)

It's nothin' to play with (Ayy)

It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right

Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight

Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right

Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike

Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy

Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy

More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah)

Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh)

Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em

Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah)

We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah)

As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah)

Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man

Not the dope man but I bring the propane

He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range

Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains

I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga)

Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah)

So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt)

If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey)

I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it

No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Hey, hey)

Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey)

Oh, oh

Welcome to the South side

Yeah, yeah

Ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

Power Powder Respect lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Lil Durk, Jeremih)

 [Jeremih:]

Tougher than a Teflon, all that dope I stepped on

We'll get the rest gone, been that nigga, what else you want?

Power, powder, respect

I want that money and powder and power

Money and powder and power

Money and powder and power

[50 Cent:]

The paper, the paper, paper, yeah, I gotta stack that

Them diamonds keep blinkin', blinkin', we might have to check that

Now boy when that blicky blicky come out, you get clapped fast

Draw down with the [?] on, I match you like Pat Pat

Come back when them cameras out, run your block, we kick that

Come back at your funeral in progress and hit that

Hit your back, the back, your bitch-ass won't even hit back

You'll be splashin' in fashion, nigga, you can check the drip

Catch you slippin', we slidin', you niggas on some different shit

We hit the licks, we with the shit, ssh, when you get hit

Quiet down, no need for the talkin', the fuck is that about?

[Jeremih:]

Tougher than a Teflon, all that dope I stepped on

We'll get the rest gone, been that nigga, what else you want?

Power, powder, respect

I want that money and powder and power

Money and powder and power

Money and powder and power

[Lil Durk:]

All the niggas looked up to me, you can tell I got rank

Federal time, just to survive they'll pass you a shank

Ain't invoke, tell them "Free Larry" and tryna pardon his case

When you black and rich, they be slick and tryna target your race

Street niggas never 'lone, we in the streets and I win

Ridin' strikers inside the chest, they be changin' the wind

My brothers chasin' that high, got brothers life in the pen

Got loyal fees for the fam, that's the star like [?]

Sticks and stones that won't break my bones

And you tell, you can never come home where I'm from

Windy City taught me a lot, I get it all where I'm from

Money, power, respect, I'm in the zone

[Jeremih:]

Tougher than a Teflon, all that dope I stepped on

We'll get the rest gone, been that nigga, what else you want?

Power, powder, respect

I want that money and powder and power

Money and powder and power

Money and powder and power

Robbery lyrics - 50 Cent

 This very necessary, very legendary... 50

If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why

Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the Cadillac

End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat

Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw

I done told ya one time, but for the last time

Don't make me put ya brains on the floor

This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor

Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door

P, What we got?

10 G's, you gotta be more

These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw

Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor

And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord

Man, I seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich

50 this is it, I ain't feelin this shit

Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash

Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav

D-tay and fox, billy and fame

Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game

First there's one shot, then two shots

And ya laid out on the floor

Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops

And they view yo ass in the morgue

Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right

And this shit won't happen again

Come stunt through my hood, like its all good

And we runnin up in ya crib

Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA

It's 50, y'all already know what im about, live from London! HAHA

I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man I'm comin back

Know what I'm sayin? I'm a see whats left of yall niggas man

You know? a lot of funny shits been goin on in and it's been killin me, not to kill you

I'm a tell you niggas the truth right, I woulda been killed me, if I wasn't me

Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch

God damn nigga! That's why you ain't neva go to jail nigga? Ah shit

Not Kev, not cool ass Kev, ah man... fuck it!

The Mechanic lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Tony Yayo)

 [Intro: 50 Cent]

Niggas trying to front? We move on them

One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them

Next day we outside like who want it?

Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them

Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them

Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them

Next day we in the hoopties looking for them

Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them

[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]

I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic, Niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

I'm the Mechanic

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft

I provide these services, we breaking them off

I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost

I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss

It's like every now and then I'm back to being a Mechanic

I split a nigga head, I'm a grease monkey with it

My Momma told me "Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us"

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

Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it

But where I'm from if you want shit, you got to take it

I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles

My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets)

I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas

But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me

I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi

You asking about Nedgme, they know me

[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]

I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

I'm the Mechanic

[Bridge: Tony Yayo]

We don't play that pussy shit, we move on them

We put that work in, nigga, we move on them

Shorty, I know you ain't scared. We move on them

Here, the hammer right here. Now move on them

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up

I lost my path in the dark, I'm lighting niggas up

I'm the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball

Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those?

I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt

A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall

I say "Get'em!" they get to killing like I'm running the court

Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat

This is not amateur night and this ain't the Apollo

Ain't nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow

Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming

So if you want for me that homicide, I'm gunning

[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]

I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

I'm the Mechanic

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Money buys guns, paranoia comes

When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run

Friends turned foes, Daddy girl's turn hoes

In the penitentiary hearts turn cold

Some turn snitch for State's evidence

While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich

When the drama comes they way they don't fucking panic

They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics

[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]

I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit

I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips

(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit

Talking that slick shit)

I know how to fix this

I'm the Mechanic

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

Wish Me Luck lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Snoop Dogg, MoneyBagg Yo & Charlie Wilson)

 At least you can wish me luck

What happen to wishing a nigga luck?

I could clearly pee a snake through these Cartier buffs

I was that nigga in the cut that they had thought wouldn't be nothing

Just wanted to play, and the streets had forced my hand, I had to do something

BGE but we move around like the black mafia family

I can't have snitches in my circle, got real murderers around me

You can't just kick shit in my trap, break down a brick to Chun Li

I put my quota in some baggies, give the rest to auntie

You ain't mobile, bring it to your door and serve ya like subpoenas

How the hell you go from selling dope to selling out arenas

You can win, bet it all, roll the dice, life a gamble

Close your eyes and blow out a candle

At least you can wish me luck

A nigga moving weight

Tryna get the cake

I'm in and out of state

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

I don't go hand to hand

It go gram after gram

Yeah, holler at me man

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

The Ds ain't that good, these niggas is ratting

They telling what's going on, that's how they know what's happening

I'm riding with the top down, trunk full of yola

Ghetto pharmaceutical, I move that coca-cola

Thousand grams of pure though, I fuck with the weirdos

They snort away the pain, bang the dope in they vein

Shorty crying, Christmas ain't coming, her pops locked up

When it hurts the worst ACS find out she's knocked up

Welfare ain't an option when the feds come knocking

It's all fucked up so wish me luck

At least you can wish me luck

A nigga moving weight

Tryna get the cake

I'm in and out of state

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

I don't go hand to hand

It go gram after gram

Yeah, holler at me man

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

Nigga started off as a youngster

Iron and arms with me, I am a pharmacy drug store

Me and my bro bro, drug lords

Momma, pray for us, oh Lord

We was raised off the Good Book

Now we in the kitchen with the cookbook

Strap in my lap, no time for the shook look

Feds tryna build a case, say my face is a good look, fuck that

Spot getting hot so we shook to the A

I know damn well we wasn't raised this way

Now we up, down, a pound up, fuck, stuck, fuck

At least you can wish me luck

A nigga moving weight

Tryna get the cake

I'm in and out of state

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

I don't go hand to hand

It go gram after gram

Yeah, holler at me man

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

At least you could wish me luck

Yeah, wish me luck

All you gotta do is wish me luck

Animal Ambition (2014)

 

• Hold On
• Don't Worry 'Bout It
• Animal Ambition
• Pilot
• Smoke
• Everytime I Come Around
• Irregular Heartbeat
• Hustler
• Twisted
• Winners Circle
• Chase The Paper
• The Funeral (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• You Know (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Flip On You (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

Hold On lyrics - 50 Cent

 I woke up this morning, this is insane

Rich as a motherfucker, and ain't much changed

Open my eyes, no surprise, I'm with a different bitch

Different day, different ass, different tits

Strap under my pillow, I done went legit

I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget

The true principles of life are supply and demand

Guess if you never sold dope it's hard to understand

My man got knowledge of self and my back, God

Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off

My temper volatile, grew up a violent child

Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out

Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck

Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you're up

I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage

Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics

We came from nothing, now they saying we straight

Nigga, hold up, hold on

Hold on

These niggas, they watching every dime we make

Hold up, hold on

Hold on

We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view

Instead we get the D's in the rear view

We learn to play the game how it's supposed to be played

And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed

It's not a big deal to me, stay calm

I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bonds

But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I'll get it done

Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one

Used to do graffiti, now look we major

Don't make me write my name across your face with a razor

Re-Up, new coke, they say this sample the bomb

This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one

Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency

No lactose involved, pure coca leaf

You can sniff that or cook that to my belief

That money coming in like we run the streets

We came from nothing, now they saying we straight

Nigga, hold up, hold on

Hold on

These niggas, they watching every dime we make

Hold up, hold on

Hold on

This shit go how I said, go when it's time to expand

So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan

You a gangster for real, you ready to ride?

Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride

Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind

Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined

We don't want your block, just cop your work from us

Those niggas you call allies can't be trust

That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch

Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff

On the phone I heard 'Ya smacked the shit outta a kid

Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again

When it's war, it'll be war to the bitter end

If they ever say we lose, I start it again

That sneaky nigga spray that Semi at your momma crib

With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit

We came from nothing, now they saying we straight

Nigga, hold up, hold on

Hold on

These niggas, they watching every dime we make

Hold up, hold on

Hold on

Don't Worry 'Bout It lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Yo Gotti)

 [50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money

Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot

Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride

Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

[50 Cent:]

When time pass and I'm not around, niggas saying I'm out of town

Probably moving them bricks around, they swear they know how I get down

Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing

My closet full of that fly shit, black card when I buy shit

Sell the shit you get high with, these niggas on my dick

Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing

That's your bitch, I understand, I've seen it all on Instagram

I'm just from the past, I done been all in that ass

Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing

[50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money

Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot

Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride

Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

[Yo Gotti:]

Don't be worry 'bout my record deals cause I still got my plug

Don't be worry 'bout my bitch pimping, she get money out that club

Don't be worry 'bout my partners and 'em, we get money, we eating

You talk shit 'bout a real nigga, bitch, you must be tweaking

Don't be worried 'bout my whereabouts, money all I care about

Keeping it real in my neighborhood, play with me and I'mma air it out

Why you worry 'bout my money, nigga? Bitch, you think I'm broke?

The Fed worry 'bout what I'm doing, think I'm selling dope

I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot

I ain't never gon' snitch, nigga, never been no bitch nigga

I got big guns, need a extra large, y'all niggas got question marks

Talking down on a real nigga, that's how you get a hater charged

[50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money

Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot

Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride

Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

[50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout

Don't tell me what that bitch done said

I'm done with her, you can go with her

I'm leaving here with another bitch

Don't worry 'bout how they look at me

My diamonds on, damn, look at me

These pussy nigga be shooked at me

Wanna judge and throw the book at me

Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it

Had time to talk to my legal team

Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it

Ain't shit they could do to me

Still rocking, still rolling

We holding, bill folding, you know it

When I start to ball out money start to fall out

Throw it up, it fall out the sky

Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out

That's what I call my lifestyle

[50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money

Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot

Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride

Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

Animal Ambition lyrics - 50 Cent

 I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

Why give her love and affection, she just want some bread

I ain't talking or texting, I just want some head

She from a Piru set where all them niggas wear red

I ain't flying no flags, but I'm a gangster, bitch

I say "say no to drugs" then I do that shit

Got a blue fleet of whips, I'm so hood nigga rich

You don't like the way I do it, nigga, eat a dick

I just call 'em when I want 'em, I don't need a bitch

You see me stunting with my diamonds on, everything proper

Your shit look chrome and your shit look copper

It's turning, homie, that's why you're turning on me

Admit it, I made it, I can't be faded

I roll it up in public, I'm a cancer, man

Smoke it out in the open like I'm in Amsterdam

I do a hundred miles an hour switching lanes in my Lamb

See my name around the globe, niggas know who I am

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

You say you hustle like a hustle, I be moving the shit

Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks

Got them straps and long clips filled up with lead

So when we counting the paper it better come back correct

Out in New Orleans, baby, niggas hungry for bread

Come through that 9th ward stuntin' and get shot in your head

Every hood I go through they fuck with me, you dig?

Got the eye of the tiger, I'm on that animal shit

I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant

Yeah, I'm scared of rats, but I'm ready for anything

It's the unit, my nigga, take a look at my face

See if you test me they'll arrest me, I'll be catching a case

New York a concrete jungle where niggas got to get paid

Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed

Look at me wrong and you're dead, you'd be very afraid

I don't know how to behave, untamed fresh out the cage

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

Pilot lyrics - 50 Cent

 Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Nigga every law and every rule I break

Feds tryna watch the moves I make

Everyday I get birthday cake

There's a hundred racks there in that safe

Hundred grams there on that plate

I ain't thinkin' 'bout catchin' no case

Nigga my safe house super safe

I zip Giuseppe's, I don't tie no lace

Tom Ford, Y-S-L, nigga, run and tell, I'm fly as hell

Big Bentley, Mulsanne, no LP, just two songs

A-side, B-side, Ryder gang, bitch, that's right

From N.O. to N.Y., I got shooters bitch, don't act cute and shit

We was born broke, no silver spoon

My niggas strapped, they super goons

These niggas here kinda soft

We get the bread, then fuck it off

Get more money, then fuck it off

Make your bitch wan' suck me off

We ain't had shit, we learned to ball

Them ghetto bitches they love us all

Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Shorty bounce it and she clap that

Slide down the pole, she's a super ho

That gold Cuban, I jack that

You niggas know how this 'sposed to go

I'm in the club with niggas, I clap that

That P90 I pack that

Your fuckin' head, I crack that

You wan' test me? Don't test me

Look, lover boy what're you trippin' for?

Niggas don't even want your ho

My nigga Ill fresh out the pen

You gonna make him go back again

Them bottles coming, we turnt up

Them sparks burnin' now watch us shine

You do this shit once a year

We do this shit all the time

Now captain come and save her

Get her from around this paper

She'll never be the same

I mean like everything will change

She cute blow a little cheese on her

Get her ass shots, throw D's on her

Them shoes more than you think though

My bitch look like my bank roll

Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Smoke lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Trey Songz)

 [Trey Songz (50 Cent):]

Ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, a-ay, girl

You know it's Dr. Dre, girl (Dre, girl)

(It's 50) And Trigga, yeah

[Trey Songz:]

Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?

'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke

All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke

All they smell is smoke

The way your body roll, I'ma lose control

'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke

All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke

All they smell is smoke

[50 Cent:]

Come on

Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba

Blue sapphires on days when she feelin' Hoover

She hood and in the mood when I'm in the mood

Erotic, so exotic, I'm psychotic about it

I don't want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample

That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb

She's a narcotic, that bomb shit burnin', we smokin'

My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing

She ain't jealous, I keep Nina around

In the small of my back in case some shit go down

Right under my Hermes, I'm hearin' the word is

Me, I'm a P.I.M.P.

I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some

Then pass it to the homies 'til we all get done

Niggas can't comprehend what this shit 'bout

Police comin', you like, put this shit out

[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]

You like smoke and you got me high

You make a nigga want to get down

High

High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke and you got me high

So high make your love come down

High

One time, have that ass turnt out

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke

[50 Cent:]

Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now

100 degrees, that's with or without the top down

But when she get to workin' her hips, you know the temperature rise

Oh Lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs

She like the stones in my cross, she flawless

I'm thinkin' damn, why would God give one woman all this?

You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me

It's complicated, my occupation, pimpin' ain't easy

Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks

Back when I was pumpin' crack, now my cards are black

Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs

If I want it I buy it, I don't care what this shit costs

Luther said it: a house is not a home without her

I had 'em panties on the Greyhound filled up with powder

But what she showed what she'll do for me has no limits

Her wantin' is temporary 'cause for sure she gon' get it, wassup

[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]

You like smoke and you got me high

You make a nigga want to get down

High

High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke and you got me high

So high make your love come down

High

One time, have that ass turnt out

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke

[Trey Songz:]

Everybody showin' the love when she at the door

Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole

I'm tryina get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that

Got me addicted, I'm trippin', where the stash at?

Baby, baby, don't you know?

Faded, baby, just like smoke

[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]

And you got me high

So high

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke and you got me high

Ring the alarm it's on

High

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

Ring the alarm it's on

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke

[50 Cent and Trey Songz:]

Ring the alarm it's on

Smoke, you're like smoke

Yeah my nigga, wassup?

Girl, you're like smoke, smoke

Fuck with me

Everytime I Come Around lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)

 [50 Cent:]

N-Y, N-Y, 'til I die

N-Y, N-Y, 'til I die

[50 Cent:]

I'm on it

Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around

It's never on safety

I'm on it

Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down

No ifs or maybes

Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's

Niggas gettin' cake made

Fuck with the homies while I got it on me

You'll get your big break, man

[50 Cent:]

You niggas ain't seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack

That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that

That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get?

Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil' my last check

Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that

That 'Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at

That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin', man, I'm passed that

Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ

Girl face on my time piece, ridin' around with my crimeys

These broke niggas so grimy, I let 'em hold the steel, I tell 'em shoot to kill

I put south side on my back, I ain't talkin' 'bout no tat'

When I'm outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere I'm at

[50 Cent:]

I'm on it

Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around

It's never on safety

I'm on it

Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down

No ifs or maybes

Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's

Niggas gettin' cake made

Fuck with the homies while I got it on me

You'll get your big break, man

[Kidd Kidd:]

All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw

I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you

My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo

Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds don't have a blues clues

Thumbing over, don't know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you

If I get caught I don't boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo

He gonna bail me out in seconds, please don't let this rap shit fool you

I send shooters to your home, see I don't need no songs to move you

My gorilla goin' ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you

Put you in a box like new shoes, you's a bitch pull down your tu-tu

When it come to gettin' money all I know is we need bookoo's

Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you

[50 Cent:]

Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around

It's never on safety

I'm on it

Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down

No ifs or maybes

Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's

Niggas gettin' cake made

Fuck with the homies while I got it on me

You'll get your big break, man

Irregular Heartbeat lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jadakiss & Kidd Kidd)

 [50 Cent:]

Nigga, you pussy, you scared

I can hear your heartbeat

Why the fuck would you come around here?

I can hear your heartbeat

Yeah, you know a dog sense fear

I can hear your heartbeat

You bark while we bite around here

I can hear your heartbeat

[50 Cent:]

We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit

I want the bread, you want the bitch

Come out your mouth slick I'll get you hit

My niggas hungry, they hit a lick

Fuck who you're with, niggas'll dump a clip

We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid

I caught a A1 felony on my last bid

Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit

You think my rap shit a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute

Truth be told these niggas is hoes

Once the shit set off, man, anything goes

Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie

If you ain't scared to die, nigga, why would you cry?

[50 Cent:]

Nigga, you pussy, you scared

I can hear your heartbeat

Why the fuck would you come around here?

I can hear your heartbeat

Yeah, you know a dog sense fear

I can hear your heartbeat

You bark while we bite around here

I can hear your heartbeat

[Jadakiss:]

30 something and you ain't never open your mouth yet

Social media is giving cowards an outlet

See him in person, say something, I doubt that

Rather get caught with it than get caught without that

Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve

You stayin' at the ground, you mumblin' your words

Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt

Pussy your whole life, you always been a bird

Scared for so long it's all up in your nerves

Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves

And I'm killin' you first, if we ever do a purge

And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge

And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible

Nigga, you vaginal

[50 Cent:]

Nigga, you pussy, you scared

I can hear your heartbeat

Why the fuck would you come around here?

I can hear your heartbeat

Yeah, you know a dog sense fear

I can hear your heartbeat

You bark while we bite around here

I can hear your heartbeat

[Kidd Kidd:]

Money for bail, money to bail

Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell

FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales

Kept fate when all hope fail

Niggas rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse

Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth

I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house

Niggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about

I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out

Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens

Left a nigga brains hangin' out like we chillin'

Stankin' like shipments, over my shillings

Up your security, Rida gang in the building

[50 Cent:]

Nigga, you pussy, you scared

I can hear your heartbeat

Why the fuck would you come around here?

I can hear your heartbeat

Yeah, you know a dog sense fear

I can hear your heartbeat

You bark while we bite around here

I can hear your heartbeat

Hustler lyrics - 50 Cent

 Don't make this complicated (don't make it)

My old school candy painted (for real)

I hustle hard

When I come through they like "Oh my God!"

(That nigga clean!)

From the beginning It Was Written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby

Yeah, I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?"

Seats in the old school Louie

Shoes and the belt buckle Louie

We don't need more details now, do we?

Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion

You gon' need Cartier frames to see my vision

It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood

Drama llama time, nigga, what's good?

Domino's, muh'fucker, it's time to collect

Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt (wooo!)

I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip through your set

This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit

From the beginning It Was Written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby

Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with

We talk market and distribution and politics (woo!)

Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block

I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop

I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me

Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace

Designer threads in every form of fashion (uh huh)

I express myself so the question I'm askin' (aaoow!)

Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit?

We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit (yeah)

That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing

In case you ain't notice it's a Queens thing (wooooo!)

From the beginning It Was Written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby

Oh! It's cold out here

It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded

It's 50

When I come through you see me

In the Suburbans that's bulletproof

Bomb proof, leather six, whatever

When I go hard I go hard

When I don't want you to see me I switch it up

I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera

In the back like "ooh wee"

We rolling

I hustle, man, it's what I do, man

Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?

Twisted lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Mr. Probz)

 [Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]

Here's a little info you should know (it's 50)

You don't know what you're in for

What you're in for (c'mon)

[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]

We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (yeah) twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

System thumpin', the club is jumpin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

[50 Cent:]

Let's toast to success and take it a little higher

May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires

Let your driving ambition offer you new visions

May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions

This is more than champagne, this is more than just a glass

This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had (ha ha!)

Let's enjoy tonight like tonight's our last

We can focus on the future and reflect on the past (wooo!)

We done came so far, I mean, look where we are

If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs

From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life

Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight

Want the best of the best, the top of the top

I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop

We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average (uh)

More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, c'mon

[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]

We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

System thumpin', the club is jumpin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (c'mon, c'mon) twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

[50 Cent:]

What was once a strike against us has become an advantage

'Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts

That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential (uh)

Product of the environment (uh), they ain't been what we've been through (yeah)

I'm fond of the phrase "If there's a will, there's a way"

'Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play

Southside (Southside), it's alright

Ghetto's my Alma Mater huh? It's alright (wooo!)

We could keep the party jumpin' like this all night

The bottles, just keep 'em comin', baby, let's get right

Let's get it on, play a little Marvin

It's gettin' hot in here, homie, this could be a problem

Keni Burke style, let's keep rising to the top (uh)

Let's do it, do it big and let a fuckin' hater watch, oh yeah

This is perfect, this a moment to remember

As we proceed on our money getting agenda, c'mon

[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]

We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

System thumpin', the club is jumpin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Winners Circle lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Guordan Banks)

 [Guordan Banks:]

Are you ready to win?

Come join the winners circle (Fuck with the winners baby)

Put up your hands for me, baby (Put 'em up)

And do it like we're supposed to

Cause we're gonna win

[50 Cent:]

Consider this the theme song for victory

The shit you say to yourself when you make history

I'm trying to make it feel like the first time

Like a junkie I'm sort of chasing my first high

I'm focused, I'm disciplined, I'm ready

Mentally on point, sharp as a machete

Hard work, I work hard, I get the job done

There's only one number 1, nigga, I'm number 1

I'm confident, you can call it vain or conceited

Cars, clothes, I need it

Condos, condoms and bad bitches to be with

Run with a winner, baby

Be unconventional, freak me off with friends maybe

You can be my girl, be my fair weather friend

Or you could be my, yeah yeah, be my friend 'til the end

[Guordan Banks:]

Are you ready to win?

Come join the winners circle

Put up your hands for me, baby

And do it like we're supposed to

Cause we're gonna win

[50 Cent:]

I got that disease ambition, success is the cure

They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure

I got dopeboy bonds, Einstein brains

The heart of a nigga homicidal on the chain gang

I want yachts and drops, I got spots to watch

I wanna see what life is like from the mountain top

Who says sky's the limit? I'm limitless, I just took the pill

Why you think a nigga slow flow so ill?

Be careful, the shit I got is highly contagious

We hustled 'til it had us all locked up in cages

Time gon' fly when niggas been bidding for ages

War stories and wounds, back and forth, a nigga been trading

For the root of all evil, Lord said it's for Satan

We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making

I guess it's all risk versus rewards

A nigga risk it all for the broads

(What's up?)

[Guordan Banks:]

Are you ready to win?

Come join the winners circle

Put up your hands for me, baby

And do it like we're supposed to

Cause we're gonna win

Come join the winners circle

Put up your hands for me, baby

And do it like we're supposed to

Cause we're gonna win

Chase The Paper lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Prodigy, Kidd Kidd & Styles P)

 [50 Cent:]

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[50 Cent:]

I'm still a baller, I'm still balling

That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling

I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit

Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick

We still mobbin', niggas still starvin'

We still deal after deal, shit is no problem

He still love her, she ain't shit

Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick

He's still a real niggas, still will kill

Told the still bitch don't squeal or get your cap peeled

The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips

Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop

[50 Cent:]

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[Kidd Kidd:]

I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty

Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty

See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers

I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker

Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger

Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous

Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything

I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing

Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga

Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame

You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper

Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper

I'm gone

[50 Cent:]

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[Prodigy:]

She on my leg like a little kid

She hump my leg like a horny bitch

Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet

Nah, I ain't running after no broad, she stuck on my dick

I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes

Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green

She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why

Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind

Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun

You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look

There ain't a bitch more dime than me

The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me

While you

[50 Cent:]

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[Styles P:]

Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny up

You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up

Little homie loading a semi up

Catch 'em all after the club, tell 'em the ante up

Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way

You owe me, you better pay

Ghost, let the Beretta spray

Hood want uncut dope and some better yay

I ain't chasing pussy, never have

Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass

Still a rider, still rolling, still need a mask

Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash

[50 Cent:]

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

The Funeral lyrics - 50 Cent

 Boy you forgot my style

Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin

It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?

The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy

Couldn't help but think "nigga better you than me"

.38 ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it

But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it

First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots

The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching

Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling "drop it"

Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up

His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent

She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits

So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby

But he was outside talking to niggas crazy

In a room full of people came to pay their respect

I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check

That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail

And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail

ROR, trust me nigga I know the law

Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit I'm on it

That's his first taste, I mean his first case

Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped

This nigga here we still got that, yeah

First law in my hood is show no fear

Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying

Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron

These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures

Trying to come up, still eating around roaches

Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions

Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas won't clap you then

We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch

His wifey just sat there, preachers weren't saying shit

Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave

This type shit a nigga got to see to believe

These bitches acting up in here

Police they don't fucking care

Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit

Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit

He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball

You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off

I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split

Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit

Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor

All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga

We all can't win, some of us got to lose

Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves

Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened

He just went on and on till niggas started attacking

Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing

50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain

When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name

It's 50

50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain

When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name

It's 50

You Know lyrics - 50 Cent

 Cee-Lo, we know

I'm sitting on leather, I'm a winner

If I crap out the strap out

Cause I snap right back to the beginning, nigga

You know I will let it pop

Front if you want bitch I will make it hot

You know, you think you ill, but you not

You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot

I peep what niggas hate through my peripherals

Boy, if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you

Wanna party? We can paint the town red

Them bottles ain't shit to me, a nigga got bread

I'm big money, big business, I love it

Put the bad bitches with big asses and the budget

I'm the boss, so you know shit is going how it gotta go

I don't want talk tonight, I might just buy the hoes

My pleasure principle spend no expense

First I'm happy then she happy that she can pay the rent

It's nothing to a nigga when he up

But when they down I bet you he won't give a bitch a buck

Flip and catch an attitude like "Bitch, what the fuck?"

You want from a nigga, huh? You fucking up a nigga, huh?

Look, girl, you know you're sitting on a gold mine

Fuck with them other niggas think you so fine

You know I will let it pop

Front if you want bitch I will make it hot

You know, you think you ill, but you not

You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot

My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done

Don't care about the set you claim, motherfuck the gang you bang

I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums

That party get the popping then we beefing and we shooting

Let's party like it's 1999

Flat top Gazelle, the swag going back in time

I got it locked, they can't ignore it

Man, nigga, know some bullshit I'm all for it

Heroin Don seven sixty leaning

Chrome clean, spend a nigga scheming trying to hit a lick

Them victim niggas thinking "Damn, why me?"

I'm thinking why these niggas never try me

Maybe they feel the vibe, they know a nigga live

I let it off, inside and outside

The club rocking, it's on tonight

Them bottles popping, we getting right

You know I will let it pop

Front if you want bitch I will make it hot

You know, you think you ill, but you not

You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot

Flip On You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Schoolboy Q)

 [50 Cent:]

50, uh

ScHoolboy Q

Ha ha

[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]

Smiling?

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Nigga, I'm the one that bought all them bitches out

Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, nigga

You gon' make me fill this clip for you

You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2

Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off

I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off

Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove

The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues

Live my life behind the rules

Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes

Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face

Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught

I guess my escape, nigga was fate

I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe

Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate

Get slumped in your drive way

You gon' make me hurt your boy

You gon' make me put that work in boy

You gon' make me get to murkin' boy

[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]

Smiling?

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!

[50 Cent:]

Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast

She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash

Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand

Ghetto philosophy, watch me, I got a hundred scams

Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams

I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife

Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right

Niggas killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back?

What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that?

You wander, I travel, I have a destination

I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason

My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal

You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you

Man on fire, hitman for hire

Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon' retire

Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires

What's up?

[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]

Smiling?

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!