9 Shots lyrics - 50 Cent
Fifty, fifty
Fifty, fifty
Fifty, fifty
Ferrari, Ferrari
Ferrari, Ferrari
Ferrari, Ferrari
Shooter, shooter
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 on that pole
While she up and down
You got me sayin', "Yeah"
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
You got me sayin', "Yeah"
Drop it down and get low
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 on that pole
While she up and down
You got me sayin', "Yeah"
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
You got me sayin', "Yeah"
Drop it down and get low
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 on that pole
While she up and down
You got me sayin', "Yeah"
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
You got me sayin', "Yeah"
Drop it down and get low
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 on that pole
While she up and down
You got me sayin', "Yeah"
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
You got me sayin', "Yeah"
Drop it down and get low
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
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
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
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
[Young Buck:]
Fresh out these handcuffs, dopeboy fucking these bands up
Thick bitch, watch when she stand up, she just bounce, nigga, nigga, nigga
I'm brick money, my nigga nigga, you an ounce, you ain't shit, money
I'm rent money, I get money, a bitch better get what she can get from me
Got tats all on my body, my paperwork coming back clean
Me and Boosie just tryna help B.G. get through his fourteen
I don't want liquor, I just want lean, I caught two bodies on four beams
I gotta slow down (fuck that shit, we home now), well nigga, nigga, nigga
It's going down, point 'em out and I'mma point blank it, point blank
I will have you emptying everything you have in your bank
Bitch, I ain't get no visits, I just done my time, ho
Bought your bitch so many bottles turned into a wino
Stomp a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga ass out in these Giuseppe's
All my bitches on par, all my niggas got felonies
Don't do that, you ain't 'bout that, you don't sell that, you don't count that
You might grew up being around that, you weren't there where we was gettin' down at
Lil' nigga (lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga)
[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
Too Rich For The Bitch lyrics - 50 Cent
That bitch there a door knob, nigga, we all get a turn
Fuck you catching feelings for? I mean when your ass'll learn?
That pussy community, community
While you be all in her DM, nigga
I be all in that BM with her
You be all in your feelings 'bout it
Like "when I see him I'mma kill this nigga"
I'm on three-way like, "you hear this nigga?"
I should take the bitch back and clip the nigga
Pussy make him not pay attention
You punk bitch go with this nigga
I throw bands, bitch, these hoes love me
I fuck a bad bitch 'till she ugly
Put the pussy in recovery
I'm like, "now what you think of me?"
Niggas goin' out just to talk to these hoes
Blowin' big bankrolls on clothes
Now they wonder where the money at
Yeah, the motherfucking money that they had from the re-up gone
I don't do no stalkin'
I don't cuff no hoes, tell a bitch keep walkin'
I don't do much talkin'
Right now I'm flossin', I do this often
Gotta flex on a bitch
Tag team, I got next on a bitch (I got next)
I ain't stressing a bitch
But every now and then I blow a check on a bitch
Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it
Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah
Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it
Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah
Shawty playin', she lame for that
She ain't have to put a nigga name in that
Beefin' over these bitches, not me
Nah, nigga, I ain't came for that
We don't talk to no pillows, nigga
We brought all these bitches with us
You act like you got all the hoes
But all I see is niggas with you
She don't like when you pullin' on her
She like me, I'm pullin' up
I act like I don't want her
You act like you can't get enough
That bitch there like dopeboys
If you got money she goin' for it
I drink that hoe, her head so good
She gon' have you there like, "Oh Lard"
All this time you ain't on
I done bought her shit you can't afford
She take pictures with your money
But you tell her she can't do it
All you niggas don't panic
I'm just tryna understand it
I must take these hoes for granted
Or you niggas just so romantic
Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it
Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah
Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it
Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah
Body Bags lyrics - 50 Cent
Nigga (yeah), nigga, you know I don't fuck with them niggas. Them niggas pussy. Sucka ass niggas.
I don't like either one (I don't even like 'em). But the other night I'm in the gambling spot.
Nigga come up in here – boom – hit the door. "Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor."
I turn around like, "What?" Niggas like, "get down!" (When was this?) I'm like, "nigga, I got on white linen."
Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? It's not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside
Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' up
The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computers
Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, look ma', I made it
I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded
I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds
Five different crimes, same .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't lyin'
Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it
And I might go back and forth to court, better bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a nigga ain't broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault
Now I got real money, that "fuck how you feel" money
That "nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed" money
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack bitches touchin' me
Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair
Every day a different dime piece
Rose Gold, a different time piece
Hublot, AP or Rollie
Your bitch and your jeweler know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me
You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me
My shirt level three so I ain't got a vest on
My heart like ice, my chest like Teflon
I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, nigga
It's doomsday, I mean goon day
I get the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
The mollies had a shorty ass trippin' strippin' in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome
Talk state of the art, you will see 'nine to foe
My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London
Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, look bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or wrong
My paper long, bomb kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a nigga on
I'm so far from a hand-me-down, I'm out in Miami now
My bitch no speak no Ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass with a headshot
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
Tryna Fuck Me Over lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Post Malone)
[50 Cent:]
I ain't gonna let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
(You better watch your step)
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
(You better watch your step)
Niggas around me, yeah, they hit licks
Mix a little red and yellow when they get lit
Tryna turn up with a bad bitch
Have her in the telly doing freak shit
(You better watch your step)
Niggas sell a little bit of everything
Rockin' Yacht-Master and the pinky ring
Flexing like "Bitch, if you knew better"
You fuck with a real nigga and you do better
(You better watch your step)
Shawty ass fat like she a stripper
That wiggle when she walk make you wanna tip her
Bartenders coming, yeah, they move quicker
Twenty, thirty bottles to the rich niggas
Everything cool when I'm in the room
Come with two shooters, not a hundred goons
Nigga don't trip, you don't want that
Boy, you gonna fuck around and get your ass capped
(You better watch your step)
I ain't gonna let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
(You better watch your step)
[Post Malone:]
Right before I came into this bitch hot
Needed cigarettes, I made a pit stop
Spent my life tryna be a good guy
Still people want to see me get got
Nothing like it ever was before
Hair falling out, I'm twenty years old
Got a lot of stress, that you don’t know
Still kick it like paint and this shit gold
(You better watch your step)
Pull up in this bitch and I’m flexing
Jumping out the motherfucking Benz, yeah
All these damn diamonds on my necklace
Catching frostbite when I exit
So goddamn cold, see your breath, yeah
Hundred cigarettes then I exhale
Thousand for these fucking Margielas
Hundred thousand chains on my chest, yeah
Ice on my rings, ice, yeah, you see me shining
Two hundred K in jewels this year, you can't tell me nothing
And I'm gone, I ain't never sober
Me and Fifty got shooters, if you tryna fuck me over
(You better watch your step)
[50 Cent:]
I ain't gonna let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
(You better watch your step)
I ain't gonna let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
(You better watch your step)
I'm The Man lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Sonny Digital)
[50 Cent:]
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
Every ghetto I know the same
We try to make a little change
Preacher man come around talkin'
I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
I'mma put the powder in the pot
Whip it 'til I'm pullin' off a lot
Imagine when I pull it off the lot
New shit come without a top
Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop
Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop
[Sonny Digital:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
[50 Cent:]
Aye, came in the game gettin' money
Flippin' checks, whip it, gettin' money
Niggas get to playin' with the money
Clique bang for the money
Shit changed over money
They love to see a nigga on the bottom
Catch it coming, gotta keep it on the low
A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole
Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's
Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
Shorty wanna fuck with me
Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga
Lady, she gon' hit my line
We ain't gon' waste no time
She sucking and we fucking like she need me
While she make a bankroll easy
All the light in the room from the TV
We gettin' it on then I'm gone
It's the type of shit that a nigga be on
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my nine right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fucking around right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
[Sonny Digital:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
[50 Cent:]
I'm a bona fide grade-A hustler
A1, day 1, they can't touch us
Nigga like me, I be with the shit
Try and stick me I'mma get you hit
Yeah, you know just how I get down
Bad bitches around, they smoking and they drinking
And I'm thinking it can all work out
Seen your bitch back blown out
It's never nothing personal, believe me
I fuck around, your bitch don't wanna leave me
She talking 'bout takin' flights tonight when I'm out of town
Not around, she want me to fly in to put it down
It's nothing to a real nigga, had that ass flying in first class
Cause you seem to be regular, she don't want nothing regular
Turn me on when she talk Spanish, that fat ass
You know I wanna get with it, so lady let's get it
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my nine right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fucking around right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
[Sonny Digital:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Burner On Me lyrics - 50 Cent
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz
Them niggas you be fucking with, I wouldn't fuck with them
I'm on that brick shit, you still on that block shit
I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, bitch
Man, get your weight up, I said get your weight up
Stay in your place 'fore you get your ass sprayed up
Man, I ain't ever scared, I got all kind of guns
I'm getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one
Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip, bitch
I'm cold as ice, check the temperature on my wrist, trick
I blew three hundred grand, what kind of watch is that?
I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, ho
Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis, now I'm hotter
So it's Tom Ford and Armani, YSL, I'm fly as hell
I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on
I look good enough to eat, your bitches suck me and all fuck me
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
You say you hard as a motherfucker, you goin' H.A.M
We're strapped in this motherfucker, now understand
Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta shit
Dump 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it hot up out this bitch
My diamonds bigger, grimy niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger
Line a nigga, it's a stick up, money pick up, dust kick up
Tires screeching when I'm reaching, 50 preach in church, bitch
This is pimping, fuck around and end up in the worst shit
Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag
Body bag, killer swag, blood all on my Gucci shit
Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad
Fucking fag, look at your ass, why you make me do this shit?
I'm built for this, so I was told
Since mama gone I've been on my own
I'm for real about it, man, fuck how you feel about it
Nigga, we in the streets, that's why we holdin' heat
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
On Everything lyrics - 50 Cent
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
Don't come around me on your sucker shit
I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
Lover boy, want a tougher bitch
Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me
I say the shit cause I mean this shit
Bentley Mulsanne, I’m clean as shit
Seat back and I'm leaning, bitch
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You know how the shit go
Out the door, O after O
That's more money, that's more money
That's more money fo' sho
I got a whole bunch of bad habits
That fly shit, I gotta have it
That pistol on me, I pack it
Bitch, your fuckin' head, I crack it
Me and my pinky ring are like marriage
Plus she cut ten carats
I shine on 'em, get a line on 'em
Send the wolves right there at 'em
I never said I'd get you by now
You done heard I got you
Heard all your homies was haulin' ass
To that club tonight they shot you
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
You know every beef, I don't need my strap
Knife work, I cut you, jack
Niggas watchin' my paper stack
Cops comin' every time I black out
Oh, oh
Shawty sayin' I'm a mental case
I'm sayin' fuck out my face
You finna make me catch a case
Your new bitch my old hoe
I put her on fo' sho though
Her head game was so-so
That's why I had to let her go, go
I'm blowin' up like I'm supposed to blow
Neck glowin' like it's supposed to glow
Gold Cuban, club movin'
New music, hoes choosin'
It's a win, win, we don't lose at all
Came up, we supposed to ball
Don't know who you take me for
I kill you if you make me, boy
You don't know how real it get
Playin' 'round with this gangsta shit
We all in, we all in
I want one when I'm fallin'
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)