Street King Immortal (2019)




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

mixtape: The Kanan Tape (2015)








 

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

 [50 Cent:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


[Boosie Badazz:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitches to the ground with no mercy, I promise you

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

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

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


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)

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