[Army music fades-in]
The murders that made it,
Impossible for them to dissolve the secret society...
Which leaves them only one course of action:
To protect, defend, and expand.
The bigger they get, the less vulnerable they become!
Be careful!
They will do everything they can to manipulate you.
Only if and when they can't...
Will kill you!
[Army music fades-out]
The Invitation lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
1!
1-2!
GRRR!
[Verse 1:]
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash.
Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast!
I make it so HOT! - One shot'll melt your ass!
GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain't dead!
I'm far from eccentric, I'm so PSYCHOTIC
I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT!
When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don't talk to me!
'Less you wan' talk about usin' a Hawk for me.
When Al blew Black away I had 'em on some stupid shit
Then my rap shit WORKED! - Now I'm super stupid rich!
All I do is stunt now! - I'm so Maybach!
There I go frontin' again I meant to say laid back!
GO 'HEAD! Move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve 'em with the Semi feed 'em a clip for breakfast.
[Chorus:]
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it's murder one, when I toss my gun!
You might see me let it off, you might see me run!
But you won't see shit time the police come! - Huh?
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun!
I jus' squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done!
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come! - Huh? You want some?
[Verse 2:]
I got a 8th of dope left [phone rings] half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle! - TRY ME I let 'em murk you!
Got more guns than a gun store, beefin' what you want boy
You wan' be nice to me? ! - You wan' shoot dice with me? !
You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous?
Nigga we from the same hood! - We come from the same shit!
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch!
Gettin' money is necessary so me I'm a visionary!
And I'm sayin' that house - should be a crackhouse!
Now see it how I see it; or I bring the Straps out!
The Tec and the Mack out! - The Sig and the Taurus!
The Coke and that Heckler - then nigga we warin'!
I let my pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign.
Click-clack! - Comprende? I'm criminal minded!
Toss money in the sewer! - Bet nobody find it!
Till it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun! - What?
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Outro:]
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it!
Come get it! [echoes]
Huh, you want some?
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it!
Fuck that nigga! [gun cocks]
Huh, you want some?
1!
1-2!
GRRR!
[Verse 1:]
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash.
Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast!
I make it so HOT! - One shot'll melt your ass!
GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain't dead!
I'm far from eccentric, I'm so PSYCHOTIC
I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT!
When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don't talk to me!
'Less you wan' talk about usin' a Hawk for me.
When Al blew Black away I had 'em on some stupid shit
Then my rap shit WORKED! - Now I'm super stupid rich!
All I do is stunt now! - I'm so Maybach!
There I go frontin' again I meant to say laid back!
GO 'HEAD! Move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve 'em with the Semi feed 'em a clip for breakfast.
[Chorus:]
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it's murder one, when I toss my gun!
You might see me let it off, you might see me run!
But you won't see shit time the police come! - Huh?
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun!
I jus' squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done!
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come! - Huh? You want some?
[Verse 2:]
I got a 8th of dope left [phone rings] half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle! - TRY ME I let 'em murk you!
Got more guns than a gun store, beefin' what you want boy
You wan' be nice to me? ! - You wan' shoot dice with me? !
You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous?
Nigga we from the same hood! - We come from the same shit!
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch!
Gettin' money is necessary so me I'm a visionary!
And I'm sayin' that house - should be a crackhouse!
Now see it how I see it; or I bring the Straps out!
The Tec and the Mack out! - The Sig and the Taurus!
The Coke and that Heckler - then nigga we warin'!
I let my pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign.
Click-clack! - Comprende? I'm criminal minded!
Toss money in the sewer! - Bet nobody find it!
Till it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun! - What?
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Outro:]
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it!
Come get it! [echoes]
Huh, you want some?
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it!
Fuck that nigga! [gun cocks]
Huh, you want some?
Then Days Went By lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
This is how monster's function..
Leave me aloneee..
I ain' fuckin' with nobody..
[Verse]
Keep fuckin' with me you gon' turn me back to Boo Boo
Have me casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, Ahh..
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin' Heroine
I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I ain't no chump
Then you can run Forrest run retard when I dump
They take kindness for weakness, niggaz don't respect that
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like, twenty bricks in Richmond
We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreamin'
We jus' got in the town, we was strapped up schemin'
First Country caught a body, then country caught a body then
I popped a couple niggaz, then country shot everybody
It's cold blooded, it's real shit you got to love it
Tre-Eight Snub it, and don't think nuttin' of it
It's the way of the wolves, it's how they train us to move
Get it poppin' when we shoppin' niggaz hold down the two's..
[Chorus]
I seen niggaz gettin' rich..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I was tired of havin' shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I seen niggaz gettin' hit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
We was slingin' that shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
Here I am..
[Verse]
Yeah..
I was ?? since we was little niggaz son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven
Niggaz popped his whip up, hit his can we were seven
He a lucky muhfucker I bet he make it to heaven
My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk
My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fuckin' stash up
I had two-hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch
I mean I'm what you call smoke man, I'm what you call snort
First the VCR went, then the tv went
He stole outta mommy purse, she thought it was me kid
I ain' ask her for no money son cause I was out hustlin'
She was lookin' at me sideways like I'm a thief or somethin'
That hurt me, c'mon son that wouldn't hurt you
I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple
I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge
The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub..
[Bridge]
The Lord don't have imperfections baby..
So I think I'm perfect the way he made me..
Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy..
Some say I ain't shit, some say I'm amazin'..
[Chorus]
I seen niggaz gettin' rich..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I was tired of havin' shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I seen niggaz gettin' hit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
We was slingin' that shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
Here I am..
This is how monster's function..
Leave me aloneee..
I ain' fuckin' with nobody..
[Verse]
Keep fuckin' with me you gon' turn me back to Boo Boo
Have me casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, Ahh..
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin' Heroine
I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I ain't no chump
Then you can run Forrest run retard when I dump
They take kindness for weakness, niggaz don't respect that
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like, twenty bricks in Richmond
We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreamin'
We jus' got in the town, we was strapped up schemin'
First Country caught a body, then country caught a body then
I popped a couple niggaz, then country shot everybody
It's cold blooded, it's real shit you got to love it
Tre-Eight Snub it, and don't think nuttin' of it
It's the way of the wolves, it's how they train us to move
Get it poppin' when we shoppin' niggaz hold down the two's..
[Chorus]
I seen niggaz gettin' rich..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I was tired of havin' shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I seen niggaz gettin' hit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
We was slingin' that shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
Here I am..
[Verse]
Yeah..
I was ?? since we was little niggaz son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven
Niggaz popped his whip up, hit his can we were seven
He a lucky muhfucker I bet he make it to heaven
My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk
My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fuckin' stash up
I had two-hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch
I mean I'm what you call smoke man, I'm what you call snort
First the VCR went, then the tv went
He stole outta mommy purse, she thought it was me kid
I ain' ask her for no money son cause I was out hustlin'
She was lookin' at me sideways like I'm a thief or somethin'
That hurt me, c'mon son that wouldn't hurt you
I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple
I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge
The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub..
[Bridge]
The Lord don't have imperfections baby..
So I think I'm perfect the way he made me..
Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy..
Some say I ain't shit, some say I'm amazin'..
[Chorus]
I seen niggaz gettin' rich..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I was tired of havin' shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I seen niggaz gettin' hit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
We was slingin' that shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
Here I am..
Death To My Enemies lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'! [gun cocks]
Yeah!
Yeeaaaah!
[Chorus:]
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him!
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him!
Well I put your body in a baaaaag!
Front on me, I'm on ya aaaaass!
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
[Verse 1:]
Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run out!
They dumb out, you heard of me
They call me big homie!
Me I make the register ring! - I'm the cash can!
They make the hammers ring! - They on ya ass now!
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip!
Six?, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz!
D's know about the beef! - You gon' still get did!
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig!
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien nigga! - When I start gettin' loose on ya!
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya!
I make it hard to breathe!
I come with your hustle, air it out! - Make it hard to eat!
Have you lookin' both ways
Like you crossin' the street!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - Niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique! - Hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya!
This ain't the "Carter" nigga, THIS IS SPARTA!
IT'S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER!
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse!
Follow orders now! - Yay' shoot his "Face Off"
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun!
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the Tec! - It's a birth defect!
I was concieved in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch!
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific! - Nah it's terrific!
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Get lifted!
Goddamn I'm gifted!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I tell 'em ride on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em!
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em!
Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em;
Now you can watch me! - Nigga like the police watch me!
I move proper! - Go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me!
That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like al qaeda natural fighter!
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider,
The Mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers!
It's off the wire! - When I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass!
You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it!
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid!
[Repeat Chorus:]
Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'! [gun cocks]
Yeah!
Yeeaaaah!
[Chorus:]
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him!
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him!
Well I put your body in a baaaaag!
Front on me, I'm on ya aaaaass!
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
[Verse 1:]
Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run out!
They dumb out, you heard of me
They call me big homie!
Me I make the register ring! - I'm the cash can!
They make the hammers ring! - They on ya ass now!
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip!
Six?, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz!
D's know about the beef! - You gon' still get did!
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig!
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien nigga! - When I start gettin' loose on ya!
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya!
I make it hard to breathe!
I come with your hustle, air it out! - Make it hard to eat!
Have you lookin' both ways
Like you crossin' the street!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - Niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique! - Hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya!
This ain't the "Carter" nigga, THIS IS SPARTA!
IT'S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER!
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse!
Follow orders now! - Yay' shoot his "Face Off"
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun!
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the Tec! - It's a birth defect!
I was concieved in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch!
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific! - Nah it's terrific!
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Get lifted!
Goddamn I'm gifted!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I tell 'em ride on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em!
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em!
Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em;
Now you can watch me! - Nigga like the police watch me!
I move proper! - Go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me!
That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like al qaeda natural fighter!
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider,
The Mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers!
It's off the wire! - When I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass!
You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it!
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid!
[Repeat Chorus:]
So Disrespectful lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
[Verse 1]
Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister
Then climbed in the bed playin with your sugar
Go 'head, take your belt off and hang yourself
Matter a fact grab your strap and bang yourself
Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond
I'm a big dick you know the one everybody's on
You 'gon make me sing Murder Was The Case
Pull this richter shit PING PING should you start to face
I'm international I'm never home mayne!!!
I've been gone so long my accent changed
You better watch who you fuck with mate
Or you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight
Come on Game you will never be my equal!
Your homies shoot, doors my niggas shoot people!
See me I'm what you never 'gon be
I'm in that tax bracket you never 'gon see
[Chorus]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
[Verse 2]
That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV
I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G.
Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pepsi
Man keepin these muthafuckers rich ain't easy
Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy
And his CDs' didn't sell like his CDs'
Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on dem breezies
Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like Weezy
Look I don't give a FUCK, nigga please believe me
No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me
It's crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy
They say, "50, naw I don't fuck wit him, he oh so greasy
Yeah, he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy"
It's funny how they shit on niggas, then they need me
See me I'm number one, I'm loadin up my gun
I catch ya if you done, you pussy nigga run
[Chorus]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
[Verse 3]
They say first comes love, then comes marriage
Instead I got Shanequa in a baby carriage
Then came the cash then the baby mama drama
I gave that bitch a half a mill she blew it on Prada
I remember when I met the bitch and she ain't have nada
Got my son on some fly shit, now I gotta buy shit
Man I can't even flaunt shit cause everybody want shit
Everybody mad, DAMN even my dad
And I don't even know him now how the fuck I owe him?!
I ain't given nobody shit I'm a show them
I gave Game hits and told me to suck dick
Start screamin Westside and Dre ain't say shit!!!
Now we just eat off him, and when I talk to Em
A smile comes on his face, he told me here's the case
Enemies stay enemies but friends they change
Niggas go crazy over money my mayne!!!!
[Chorus]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
[Verse 1]
Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister
Then climbed in the bed playin with your sugar
Go 'head, take your belt off and hang yourself
Matter a fact grab your strap and bang yourself
Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond
I'm a big dick you know the one everybody's on
You 'gon make me sing Murder Was The Case
Pull this richter shit PING PING should you start to face
I'm international I'm never home mayne!!!
I've been gone so long my accent changed
You better watch who you fuck with mate
Or you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight
Come on Game you will never be my equal!
Your homies shoot, doors my niggas shoot people!
See me I'm what you never 'gon be
I'm in that tax bracket you never 'gon see
[Chorus]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
[Verse 2]
That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV
I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G.
Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pepsi
Man keepin these muthafuckers rich ain't easy
Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy
And his CDs' didn't sell like his CDs'
Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on dem breezies
Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like Weezy
Look I don't give a FUCK, nigga please believe me
No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me
It's crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy
They say, "50, naw I don't fuck wit him, he oh so greasy
Yeah, he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy"
It's funny how they shit on niggas, then they need me
See me I'm number one, I'm loadin up my gun
I catch ya if you done, you pussy nigga run
[Chorus]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
[Verse 3]
They say first comes love, then comes marriage
Instead I got Shanequa in a baby carriage
Then came the cash then the baby mama drama
I gave that bitch a half a mill she blew it on Prada
I remember when I met the bitch and she ain't have nada
Got my son on some fly shit, now I gotta buy shit
Man I can't even flaunt shit cause everybody want shit
Everybody mad, DAMN even my dad
And I don't even know him now how the fuck I owe him?!
I ain't given nobody shit I'm a show them
I gave Game hits and told me to suck dick
Start screamin Westside and Dre ain't say shit!!!
Now we just eat off him, and when I talk to Em
A smile comes on his face, he told me here's the case
Enemies stay enemies but friends they change
Niggas go crazy over money my mayne!!!!
[Chorus]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
Psycho lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Eminem)
[50 Cent]
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared [x2]
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
[50 Cent]
Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44
Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you rest, I'll make a mess
The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS
Come pick you up, You know you fucked
When you get on a stretcher
'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven
The system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to me
They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections?
They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific
He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah there’s something to jack a batch in
Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s
Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins
Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again
The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous
But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
It’s past your curfew when its dark, I’m searchin for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I’m as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me,
Killing so villainously,
Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers,
You know what we’re like on the muthafucking mic so try us
And you’re gonna find out what the fuck we’re like with pliers.
[50 Cent]
It’s operation time they got em hooked up to wires,
Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is,
Even murderous tactics, get better with practice,
Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,
Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn.
[Eminem]
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn,
I’m debating, mutilating the lady,
You’ve been waiting for shady
And Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby,
There’s a baby in the drive, there’s a torso in the washer,
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her,
Arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her,
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her,
And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub.
[50 Cent]
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up
A hard rock, a soft fuck
Get caught up and get washed up,
In Detroit or Northfolk,
When it's disrupt and nauseas,
Look deep in my eyes, see Many Many Men die,
I swing gym stars faster than Samurai.
[Chorus]
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared [x2]
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
[50 Cent]
Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44
Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you rest, I'll make a mess
The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS
Come pick you up, You know you fucked
When you get on a stretcher
'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven
The system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to me
They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections?
They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific
He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah there’s something to jack a batch in
Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s
Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins
Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again
The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous
But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
It’s past your curfew when its dark, I’m searchin for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I’m as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me,
Killing so villainously,
Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers,
You know what we’re like on the muthafucking mic so try us
And you’re gonna find out what the fuck we’re like with pliers.
[50 Cent]
It’s operation time they got em hooked up to wires,
Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is,
Even murderous tactics, get better with practice,
Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,
Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn.
[Eminem]
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn,
I’m debating, mutilating the lady,
You’ve been waiting for shady
And Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby,
There’s a baby in the drive, there’s a torso in the washer,
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her,
Arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her,
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her,
And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub.
[50 Cent]
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up
A hard rock, a soft fuck
Get caught up and get washed up,
In Detroit or Northfolk,
When it's disrupt and nauseas,
Look deep in my eyes, see Many Many Men die,
I swing gym stars faster than Samurai.
[Chorus]
Hold Me Down lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus:]
I promise to keep you close to me you give me a sense of security
Through drama you will be all I need straight up now I need you to hold me down hold me down
I need you to hold me down hold me down I need you to hold me (down)
[Verse 1:]
through every altercation I'll put no one above you omm omm I love you this shit goes to my truxium
you see how they be lookin' it's frightenin' like lightnin' we crack off they start bookin'
It's beef until I get out in broad day with my shit out that's when I say I'm illin'
and when she get the killin' now my baby she precious I warn not to test this
I am atta head nigga mutha fuck the vests’ I'm anti-social quit actin' like ya know me
Befo' I go postal you know I got it on me I'm ridin' witta old cocked allay hard 8 drop
Feel the wind blow twist the endo smoke it up it's fundamental you can get to her poke him up
Then I fiend her more
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
When niggaz get the trippin' I need you by my side so that they can't catch me slippin' I take you out shoppin'
Get you clean git it poppin' use my finger get ya hot girl I know ya spot yeah I love you if you love me back
You'll never jam when I react dat sucka shit when they git hit when we take off then you'll get tossed
I want you back so I'll be back I'll never change I'll be the same if niggaz stunt I'll let it rain I'm off the chain
I'm all in mayne I'll hit ya up you think I'm playin' I'll be strapped don't fuck around I'll be strapped 24/7
I'm back holdin' mistake me for a chump last night you were nearly chewed up that's more beef than you want
Come thru repeatedly I'll show you wut bananas about I'm a mechanic find out when the hammers come out
[Chorus]
Crime Wave lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!
[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
[Verse 1]
I'm not tellin you to shoot somebody, but if somebody try to shoot you shoot 'em
Don't waste time, lil' nigga just do it
Any nigga out of order, must be serviced
See now now you hesitatin boy you makin me nervous
The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet
Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back b!
Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn baby burn
Revolver spinnin again and again you niggas never learn
Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger nigga
So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya
Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary
See you might not be worried, but I think you should worry
Them bullets come in flurrie, next thing you know you're buried
YEAH!!! I do away with nine niggas in nine days
My nine sprays, which it don't go my way
Hold it sideways, fuck around cause a crimewave
[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
[Verse 2]
I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry
Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me
YEAH! - I'm #1 on Forbes
YEAH!! - They can't fuck witcha boy
'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back
Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks
I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the bread
Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said
See the stash, I'm makin double makin kilos bubble
{?} stop, boy I cut you til' your ma don't know you
See when we play them +Warriors+ come out to play
You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today
See I'm back on the shit I was on before
So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon' take 'em to war
[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!! OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
[Outro]
Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me
YEAH!!
OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!! OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit ya up for me
YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!
[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
[Verse 1]
I'm not tellin you to shoot somebody, but if somebody try to shoot you shoot 'em
Don't waste time, lil' nigga just do it
Any nigga out of order, must be serviced
See now now you hesitatin boy you makin me nervous
The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet
Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back b!
Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn baby burn
Revolver spinnin again and again you niggas never learn
Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger nigga
So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya
Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary
See you might not be worried, but I think you should worry
Them bullets come in flurrie, next thing you know you're buried
YEAH!!! I do away with nine niggas in nine days
My nine sprays, which it don't go my way
Hold it sideways, fuck around cause a crimewave
[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
[Verse 2]
I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry
Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me
YEAH! - I'm #1 on Forbes
YEAH!! - They can't fuck witcha boy
'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back
Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks
I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the bread
Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said
See the stash, I'm makin double makin kilos bubble
{?} stop, boy I cut you til' your ma don't know you
See when we play them +Warriors+ come out to play
You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today
See I'm back on the shit I was on before
So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon' take 'em to war
[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!! OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
[Outro]
Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me
YEAH!!
OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!! OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit ya up for me
YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
Stretch lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus:]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Streeetcchh...
I make a ounce of dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product Streeetcchh...
I got it mastered mannn
In the hood I'm like plastic mannn!
Streeetcchh...
Fantastic mannn,
I make the money come faster mannn!
Yeah...
[Verse 1:]
Your favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead!
So for now till forever your stuck with the kid.
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be a enforcer!
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office!
Michael pimped me? - I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me round, cause I blast my heat!
Now I'm four? I was? tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux they took ? lil' boy, Streeetcchh!
The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome!
Lay low stay low you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason.
You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin'
It's a miracle that God gave me this tech now I'm eatin'!
Cop it! Chop it! Profit is off the set
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the dopeman! Cokeman! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better respect man!
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codiene, more lean!
Gun pop! One shot! - Body drop, it wasn't me!
Tell the cops it wasn't me! - You saw me right? - It wasn't me!
It's not my M.O see me I make it streeetcchh
Get in the way I put a body on my Teeec!
Call me crazy; I die for what I stand for
I have ammo! Flyin' out the Lambo'!
Like Commando, nah like Rambo!
I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, streeetcchh!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's purple 'caine!
Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne!
I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly!
Your favorite hero took a hit! - Now here you try!
I don't care if it's a sin! I don't care if you're ten!
Look around kid! - It's a cold world where in!
If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome,
A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson!
Yeaah! - Me fallin'-off? It's really far feeetcchhed!
I turn a little to a lot I make it streeetcchh!
Then come the Franklyns! - Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crackhouse! - Dirty and dengy! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Streeetcchh...
I make a ounce of dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product Streeetcchh...
I got it mastered mannn
In the hood I'm like plastic mannn!
Streeetcchh...
Fantastic mannn,
I make the money come faster mannn!
Yeah...
[Verse 1:]
Your favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead!
So for now till forever your stuck with the kid.
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be a enforcer!
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office!
Michael pimped me? - I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me round, cause I blast my heat!
Now I'm four? I was? tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux they took ? lil' boy, Streeetcchh!
The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome!
Lay low stay low you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason.
You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin'
It's a miracle that God gave me this tech now I'm eatin'!
Cop it! Chop it! Profit is off the set
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the dopeman! Cokeman! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better respect man!
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codiene, more lean!
Gun pop! One shot! - Body drop, it wasn't me!
Tell the cops it wasn't me! - You saw me right? - It wasn't me!
It's not my M.O see me I make it streeetcchh
Get in the way I put a body on my Teeec!
Call me crazy; I die for what I stand for
I have ammo! Flyin' out the Lambo'!
Like Commando, nah like Rambo!
I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, streeetcchh!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's purple 'caine!
Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne!
I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly!
Your favorite hero took a hit! - Now here you try!
I don't care if it's a sin! I don't care if you're ten!
Look around kid! - It's a cold world where in!
If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome,
A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson!
Yeaah! - Me fallin'-off? It's really far feeetcchhed!
I turn a little to a lot I make it streeetcchh!
Then come the Franklyns! - Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crackhouse! - Dirty and dengy! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
Strong Enough lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!)
YOU PROBABLY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!)
(YOU PROBABLY LIKE DAT!!)
BUT YOU, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!)
[Verse 1]
I do more than talk that I mu'fuckin walk that
Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CLAPPED AT
I sleep with the stainless I walk with the stainless
Man everybody know about 50 I'm famous
New York New York!!!! I run New York!!!!
Ask Dread at the weed spot I come through in the mean drop
In different boroughs I have different moments
On different days niggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me
BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out
Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers out
Nah ain't no sense to talkin peace my brotha
That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah
[Chorus]
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)
[Verse 2]
When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kiddin then
Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up
Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup?
I'm rcih now, niggas know about my dividends
Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin in
Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of the New York City clock now
Okay okay - try me and get shot down
I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the fuckin general, I RUN MY CLIQUE RIGHT!
It was five of us, ALL of us millionaires
Now one's a fuckin junkie, and one's a fuckin queer
Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded and BLACK-hearted
I don't play no games, niggas +Beg for Mercy+
Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest
[Chorus]
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)
YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!)
YOU PROBABLY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!)
(YOU PROBABLY LIKE DAT!!)
BUT YOU, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!)
[Verse 1]
I do more than talk that I mu'fuckin walk that
Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CLAPPED AT
I sleep with the stainless I walk with the stainless
Man everybody know about 50 I'm famous
New York New York!!!! I run New York!!!!
Ask Dread at the weed spot I come through in the mean drop
In different boroughs I have different moments
On different days niggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me
BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out
Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers out
Nah ain't no sense to talkin peace my brotha
That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah
[Chorus]
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)
[Verse 2]
When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kiddin then
Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up
Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup?
I'm rcih now, niggas know about my dividends
Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin in
Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of the New York City clock now
Okay okay - try me and get shot down
I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the fuckin general, I RUN MY CLIQUE RIGHT!
It was five of us, ALL of us millionaires
Now one's a fuckin junkie, and one's a fuckin queer
Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded and BLACK-hearted
I don't play no games, niggas +Beg for Mercy+
Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest
[Chorus]
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)
Get It Hot lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Lloyd Banks)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds)
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down
[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Oh I think she like me, hell yeah she like me
My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy
She like it when I stunt, me I'm what she want
I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread (get it get it get it)
Got money out the asshole, the money on my head
Don't mean nothin, I said don't mean nothin (get it get it get it)
The Rose in the Rover I'm drinkin and I'm drivin
That nigga try and get at me I'm pullin out and firin
To see if I'm stuntin, the piece it ain't nothin
Royal fees ain't nothin, I just blow a lil' somethin
Now shorty got a thing for me she feel like I'm the shit
My guess is I'm the kind of nigga she wanna be with
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50)]
Hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed.
She'll be an A student time she get out my bed
I'm flashy, I'm rollin with the stones
Get at me, I'm movin with the chrome (get it get it get it)
A made man, a Don Corleone
No matter where I'm at I'm doin what the fuck I want
I'm shinin, my wrists all canary
Now try me, I keep a shooter near me
I'm grindin, like I ain't made my first mil'
Like I ain't signed a first deal, like I ain't at the first meal
I'm hungry, I really want it all
Now watch me, I'll show you how to ball (get it get it get it)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Life in the fast lane, fast car fast cash
Freak bitch, fast ass (get it get it get it)
I'm where the money at mayne, fast on the draw
Fast runnin from the law (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds)
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down
[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Oh I think she like me, hell yeah she like me
My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy
She like it when I stunt, me I'm what she want
I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread (get it get it get it)
Got money out the asshole, the money on my head
Don't mean nothin, I said don't mean nothin (get it get it get it)
The Rose in the Rover I'm drinkin and I'm drivin
That nigga try and get at me I'm pullin out and firin
To see if I'm stuntin, the piece it ain't nothin
Royal fees ain't nothin, I just blow a lil' somethin
Now shorty got a thing for me she feel like I'm the shit
My guess is I'm the kind of nigga she wanna be with
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50)]
Hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed.
She'll be an A student time she get out my bed
I'm flashy, I'm rollin with the stones
Get at me, I'm movin with the chrome (get it get it get it)
A made man, a Don Corleone
No matter where I'm at I'm doin what the fuck I want
I'm shinin, my wrists all canary
Now try me, I keep a shooter near me
I'm grindin, like I ain't made my first mil'
Like I ain't signed a first deal, like I ain't at the first meal
I'm hungry, I really want it all
Now watch me, I'll show you how to ball (get it get it get it)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Life in the fast lane, fast car fast cash
Freak bitch, fast ass (get it get it get it)
I'm where the money at mayne, fast on the draw
Fast runnin from the law (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
Gangsta's Delight lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus]
This is hip hop
It go clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me
[Verse 1]
Now what you hear is not a test
I said its not a test nigga its not a test
Got my teflon on wrapped around my chest
I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best
Tuck da nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck wit mine
My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe
My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa
I'm the underground king I reside on the throne
In the club wylin out over henny and patron
Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone
It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown
Shawty in my ear like please take me home
Before the next song come on dawg we gone
Off to the hotel, motel, the holiday inn
She said if I knew you worked the cat from the back
like that I woulda brought my friend a huh huh huh huh
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 2]
I'm so raw yea I'm so raw
Me I'm so ghetto I'm oh so hardcore
I'm down by law this style ya never saw
I give em jus a little then watch em fiend for more
Yea they want more they hot and they want more
They love the way I kick it they addicted to ya boy
I'm ecstasy I'm the ultimate trip
I have ya in the mornin like a dope fiend sick
Now feel the rush I'm like pure cocaine
I have the whole night club goin insane
No matter how rich I get I'm never gonna change
I will let it rain push me I let it rain
I do this shit myself lawyer money ain't a thang
Da unit is the game
The yin and the yang
We went from poor to rich now look we da shit
You best control ya bitch or she'll be in tha six
A huh huh huh huh
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 3]
I'm fresh ta death
I'm rockin the vest
I'm strapped movin round with tha heat
I said I do it tha best
I'm not tha one you should test
That's why my name ring bells in the street
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea
[Chorus X2]
This is hip hop
It go clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me
[Verse 1]
Now what you hear is not a test
I said its not a test nigga its not a test
Got my teflon on wrapped around my chest
I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best
Tuck da nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck wit mine
My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe
My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa
I'm the underground king I reside on the throne
In the club wylin out over henny and patron
Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone
It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown
Shawty in my ear like please take me home
Before the next song come on dawg we gone
Off to the hotel, motel, the holiday inn
She said if I knew you worked the cat from the back
like that I woulda brought my friend a huh huh huh huh
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 2]
I'm so raw yea I'm so raw
Me I'm so ghetto I'm oh so hardcore
I'm down by law this style ya never saw
I give em jus a little then watch em fiend for more
Yea they want more they hot and they want more
They love the way I kick it they addicted to ya boy
I'm ecstasy I'm the ultimate trip
I have ya in the mornin like a dope fiend sick
Now feel the rush I'm like pure cocaine
I have the whole night club goin insane
No matter how rich I get I'm never gonna change
I will let it rain push me I let it rain
I do this shit myself lawyer money ain't a thang
Da unit is the game
The yin and the yang
We went from poor to rich now look we da shit
You best control ya bitch or she'll be in tha six
A huh huh huh huh
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 3]
I'm fresh ta death
I'm rockin the vest
I'm strapped movin round with tha heat
I said I do it tha best
I'm not tha one you should test
That's why my name ring bells in the street
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea
[Chorus X2]
I Got Swag lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't really think she want me back then
She want me nowwwww
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend
She like my styyyyyle
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm rollin in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm swimmin in the dough, I'm caked up
[50 Cent]
I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid
I come through the hood in some really really sick shit
The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm
It's why you're not me; nah-nana-nah-nah!
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wantin
Bottle after bottle by the bar I be stuntin
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat hit you in your kufi hat
You know me, I told your ass in '03 "Get Rich or Die"
G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky
Pick a island on the map, I been to it
Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it
Wrists rocked up shinin, flawless diamonds
You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and
On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringin +Sexy Back+
Louis belt wrapped around right where the tec be at
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Gettin paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone
One false move and CLAP, now your brain's gone
You like me, you aight with me; me? I'm into me
I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me
Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread
Say somethin slick out yo' mouth I'll come for yo' head
She likes me more than you can imagine
Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant
Closest I'ma get to heaven in this lifetime
is right below her waist, in between her thighs
Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her
And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her
See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together
Oh you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever
We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris
I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
You want me? I want you
Plug one? Plug two
I'm infinitely special, girl the Lord's gonna bless you
if you do what I tell you to do
You want me? I want you
You want Benz? I'll buy two
You should want me like you want success
Girl with us together we'll be better than the best
Why settle for less?
[Chorus]
I don't really think she want me back then
She want me nowwwww
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend
She like my styyyyyle
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm rollin in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now, I got paper
I'm swimmin in the dough, I'm caked up
[50 Cent]
I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid
I come through the hood in some really really sick shit
The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm
It's why you're not me; nah-nana-nah-nah!
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wantin
Bottle after bottle by the bar I be stuntin
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat hit you in your kufi hat
You know me, I told your ass in '03 "Get Rich or Die"
G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky
Pick a island on the map, I been to it
Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it
Wrists rocked up shinin, flawless diamonds
You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and
On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringin +Sexy Back+
Louis belt wrapped around right where the tec be at
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Gettin paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone
One false move and CLAP, now your brain's gone
You like me, you aight with me; me? I'm into me
I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me
Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread
Say somethin slick out yo' mouth I'll come for yo' head
She likes me more than you can imagine
Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant
Closest I'ma get to heaven in this lifetime
is right below her waist, in between her thighs
Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her
And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her
See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together
Oh you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever
We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris
I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
You want me? I want you
Plug one? Plug two
I'm infinitely special, girl the Lord's gonna bless you
if you do what I tell you to do
You want me? I want you
You want Benz? I'll buy two
You should want me like you want success
Girl with us together we'll be better than the best
Why settle for less?
[Chorus]
Baby By Me lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Ne-Yo)
[Intro: Sample courtesy of "I Get Money" by 50 Cent]
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see waht I mean, come come come
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
First it's her neck, yeah then her back
Yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that
Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star
Till ya had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music new move new position
New erotic sounds is goin down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya
I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR ride
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I'll use my tongue baby, I'll leave you sprung baby
I'll have ya head spinnin sayin 50 so crazy
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
[Bridge: Sample courtesy of "I Get Money" by 50 Cent (Ne-Yo)]
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Ohhhh)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Owww)
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Ohhhh)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (owww)
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Girl I want you to give me what you got and give me more
Girl you can start on top or on fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call the Hennesey thug
Passion, ya laughin, I can make you smile on the regular
Tell me what you want, shorty, that's what I'ma get ya
Yeah, I need you to be what I need, more than liquor or weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breathe
I need you, I'm tellin this so you know what I need
I'd be a part-time or full-time lovers, a meant-to-be lover
Don't matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutta
Girl you could get it however you wan' get it
I'm feelin you, still feelin you right now, get it
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
[Outro: Sample courtesy of "I Get Money" by 50 Cent]
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see waht I mean, come come come
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
First it's her neck, yeah then her back
Yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that
Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star
Till ya had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music new move new position
New erotic sounds is goin down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya
I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR ride
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I'll use my tongue baby, I'll leave you sprung baby
I'll have ya head spinnin sayin 50 so crazy
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
[Bridge: Sample courtesy of "I Get Money" by 50 Cent (Ne-Yo)]
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Ohhhh)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Owww)
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Ohhhh)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (owww)
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Girl I want you to give me what you got and give me more
Girl you can start on top or on fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call the Hennesey thug
Passion, ya laughin, I can make you smile on the regular
Tell me what you want, shorty, that's what I'ma get ya
Yeah, I need you to be what I need, more than liquor or weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breathe
I need you, I'm tellin this so you know what I need
I'd be a part-time or full-time lovers, a meant-to-be lover
Don't matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutta
Girl you could get it however you wan' get it
I'm feelin you, still feelin you right now, get it
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
[Outro: Sample courtesy of "I Get Money" by 50 Cent]
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Do You Think About Me lyrics - 50 Cent
[Verse 1:]
You think about money when you think about me huh,
That's why my ex's my ex you don't want to be her,
She used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker,
I had her eating lobster now she eating pizza,
I think about easter when I think about Keyshia,
Shorty stay fly that's why I keep her,
Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa,
She good if I leave her she got her own visa,
Think about them when you about frontin
Think about stuntin when you think about me,
I'm the boss bentley or the porsche,
Overseas jet skis slide across,
I love the way you dress,
Now take it off,
Put your legs high on my shoulders across,
I'm racing through your mind but you already lost,
I'm at the finish line and your the friend of mine,
Come on let's ride
[Chorus:]
Just a lil bit
Every now and then
God damn girl we used to be friends
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
[Verse 2:]
I think like a hustler,
I'm thinking bout a shipment,
She thinking I'm her hustle,
So she thinking bout commitment,
It's like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head,
Fell in love with a bitch walked away with one leg,
She ain't even have to run to get away with the bread,
That's some fucked up shit
Think about that kid,
I'm thinking what this bitch thinking when she take me to court,
I pay my child support, what the fuck she want,
This relationship, shit it's too much for me,
I wanna fuck, be friends, and live comfortably
She wanna shine and blow minds on shopping sprees,
She should have what she wants just not for me,
I'm thinking bout my future she part of my past,
She don't care bout me she just want some cash,
I'm thinking damn girl, we used to be friends,
How did shit become all about m's
[Chorus:]
Just a lil bit
Every now and then
God damn girl we used to be friends
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Do you think about me,
I know you think about me,
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
I know you think about me,
You were so special to me
Do you think about me
You think about money when you think about me huh,
That's why my ex's my ex you don't want to be her,
She used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker,
I had her eating lobster now she eating pizza,
I think about easter when I think about Keyshia,
Shorty stay fly that's why I keep her,
Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa,
She good if I leave her she got her own visa,
Think about them when you about frontin
Think about stuntin when you think about me,
I'm the boss bentley or the porsche,
Overseas jet skis slide across,
I love the way you dress,
Now take it off,
Put your legs high on my shoulders across,
I'm racing through your mind but you already lost,
I'm at the finish line and your the friend of mine,
Come on let's ride
[Chorus:]
Just a lil bit
Every now and then
God damn girl we used to be friends
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
[Verse 2:]
I think like a hustler,
I'm thinking bout a shipment,
She thinking I'm her hustle,
So she thinking bout commitment,
It's like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head,
Fell in love with a bitch walked away with one leg,
She ain't even have to run to get away with the bread,
That's some fucked up shit
Think about that kid,
I'm thinking what this bitch thinking when she take me to court,
I pay my child support, what the fuck she want,
This relationship, shit it's too much for me,
I wanna fuck, be friends, and live comfortably
She wanna shine and blow minds on shopping sprees,
She should have what she wants just not for me,
I'm thinking bout my future she part of my past,
She don't care bout me she just want some cash,
I'm thinking damn girl, we used to be friends,
How did shit become all about m's
[Chorus:]
Just a lil bit
Every now and then
God damn girl we used to be friends
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Do you think about me,
I know you think about me,
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
I know you think about me,
You were so special to me
Do you think about me
Ok, You're Right lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
[Chorus:]
When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah)
What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw)
I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah)
Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin
I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin
Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler
He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back
They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin
I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami
They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty
I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball
I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless
You could come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right
Okay okay okay okay - you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you're right
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
[Chorus:]
When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah)
What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw)
I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah)
Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin
I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin
Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler
He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back
They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin
I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami
They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty
I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball
I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless
You could come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right
Okay okay okay okay - you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you're right
Could've Been You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. R. Kelly)
[50 Cent:]
Yeah 50,
I gave her books to read,
Feed her mind with knowledge,
Gave her street smarts,
Sh-t you can't get in college,
She's a reflection of me,
So you know she the sh-t,
If I'm a star she a star, if I'm rich she rich,
That's my dog,
I tell her stay she wanna go,
I tell her go she wanna stay,
That's my dog,
You know a b-tch usually don't mean nothing to me,
That's right but that's my dog,
I go left she go right, I go up she go down,
She couldn't listen now she ain't around,
So ungrateful screaming I hate you,
She must got amnesia,
B-tch I made you now,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't f-cking with you,
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Say say say girl,
Come here,
No, you no, you, her yeah,
You go,
The reason you didn't get picked
Because you got your nose up your ass,
You smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met your match,
I'm smelling my sh-t too now how you like that,
You coulda had this dude and anything you choose,
And that girl you lose cause I ain't f-cking with ya,
Shopping sprees drop top hat blowing in the wind,
Coulda been you, living lavish,
Instead it's your girlfriend,
But you tripping while we sipping,
In the back of a big...
[50 Cent:]
Some say it hurts when you supposed to win and you lose,
You were supposed to be sure baby, you was confused,
I had a thang for ya, I had a ride for ya,
House, cars, kids and a pet name for ya,
P-ssy cat, I told you I'll make it you ain't believe,
I guess coming up it was hard, it was easy to leave,
I think about it maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong,
Either way shorty life goes on,
When your around my smiles a grin,
My thoughts are a sin,
You asked can we try again,
I ain't f-cking with you,
It's on the club jumpin,
I'm tryna to get my liquor in
You want sometin ? again
I'm staring at your thicker friend,
I guess I'm like Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness,
In my hood we all hustle in pursuit of the same sh-t,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't f-cking with you,
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly:]
There ain't no other way to put it except,
I know you'll understand girl it's...
... see us in the back of the club popping bottles
And it coulda been you but no
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you yeaah,
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you.
Yeah 50,
I gave her books to read,
Feed her mind with knowledge,
Gave her street smarts,
Sh-t you can't get in college,
She's a reflection of me,
So you know she the sh-t,
If I'm a star she a star, if I'm rich she rich,
That's my dog,
I tell her stay she wanna go,
I tell her go she wanna stay,
That's my dog,
You know a b-tch usually don't mean nothing to me,
That's right but that's my dog,
I go left she go right, I go up she go down,
She couldn't listen now she ain't around,
So ungrateful screaming I hate you,
She must got amnesia,
B-tch I made you now,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't f-cking with you,
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Say say say girl,
Come here,
No, you no, you, her yeah,
You go,
The reason you didn't get picked
Because you got your nose up your ass,
You smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met your match,
I'm smelling my sh-t too now how you like that,
You coulda had this dude and anything you choose,
And that girl you lose cause I ain't f-cking with ya,
Shopping sprees drop top hat blowing in the wind,
Coulda been you, living lavish,
Instead it's your girlfriend,
But you tripping while we sipping,
In the back of a big...
[50 Cent:]
Some say it hurts when you supposed to win and you lose,
You were supposed to be sure baby, you was confused,
I had a thang for ya, I had a ride for ya,
House, cars, kids and a pet name for ya,
P-ssy cat, I told you I'll make it you ain't believe,
I guess coming up it was hard, it was easy to leave,
I think about it maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong,
Either way shorty life goes on,
When your around my smiles a grin,
My thoughts are a sin,
You asked can we try again,
I ain't f-cking with you,
It's on the club jumpin,
I'm tryna to get my liquor in
You want sometin ? again
I'm staring at your thicker friend,
I guess I'm like Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness,
In my hood we all hustle in pursuit of the same sh-t,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't f-cking with you,
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly:]
There ain't no other way to put it except,
I know you'll understand girl it's...
... see us in the back of the club popping bottles
And it coulda been you but no
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you yeaah,
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you.
Flight 187 lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Till the day you die... if your one of the poor ones you just got to work hard
[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
[Verse 1:]
They putting presure on me son now they want me to snap
End up like X and whitney in my mansion smokin crack
I'm paranoid I'm feeling like niggas is tryna get me
Forget the kids I'm shavin off my fucking head like britney
Man dre won't mix my reconds now I need to talk to jimmy
I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with the semi
Who's calling me it's Chris he's on the other line with diddy
But I don't want to talk right now my day is goin shitty
Why J rockin that erclie look isnt he from marcy?
They say hes growin dreads and hes talking like a yatti
Man everything is changing I don't understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings
[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
[Verse 2:]
My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me
I'm laughin cause she kissed him in the mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him one of 50 niggas want to murk me
Niggas found my truck and broke it up out there in jersey
You can ask my son he'll tell ya my dads fucking crazy
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fucking hates me
Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me
I'll blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left that why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would I dare a mothafucka try
You get at me and you can kiss your black ass goodbye
[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
[Verse 3:]
My lawyers all contained as every month I give them stacks
Them pigs they want a semi if I murder like macks
Man I wasn't the shooter I was never on the scene
So if they do forensics then they will know it wasn't me
There's no need for a lie dictor I ain't sayin shit
The more you talk the higher chances you're doin a bid
Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case
They said they found the victim with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke to michael vick I told him I'm happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck
So you can back and shake it on the field to show them what's up
[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
Till the day you die... if your one of the poor ones you just got to work hard
[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
[Verse 1:]
They putting presure on me son now they want me to snap
End up like X and whitney in my mansion smokin crack
I'm paranoid I'm feeling like niggas is tryna get me
Forget the kids I'm shavin off my fucking head like britney
Man dre won't mix my reconds now I need to talk to jimmy
I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with the semi
Who's calling me it's Chris he's on the other line with diddy
But I don't want to talk right now my day is goin shitty
Why J rockin that erclie look isnt he from marcy?
They say hes growin dreads and hes talking like a yatti
Man everything is changing I don't understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings
[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
[Verse 2:]
My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me
I'm laughin cause she kissed him in the mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him one of 50 niggas want to murk me
Niggas found my truck and broke it up out there in jersey
You can ask my son he'll tell ya my dads fucking crazy
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fucking hates me
Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me
I'll blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left that why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would I dare a mothafucka try
You get at me and you can kiss your black ass goodbye
[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
[Verse 3:]
My lawyers all contained as every month I give them stacks
Them pigs they want a semi if I murder like macks
Man I wasn't the shooter I was never on the scene
So if they do forensics then they will know it wasn't me
There's no need for a lie dictor I ain't sayin shit
The more you talk the higher chances you're doin a bid
Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case
They said they found the victim with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke to michael vick I told him I'm happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck
So you can back and shake it on the field to show them what's up
[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
Baby By Me lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jovan Dais)
[Intro: sample of 50 Cent's "I Get Money"]
Have a baby - have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire
Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire
[Interlude: sample]
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire
Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire
[Chorus: Jovan Dais]
Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off
Climb right out of my clothes
Want me to break you off, I'll break you off
'Til your love come down on yo' walls
I'm extremely focused, sweatin I'm strokin
I better get you open
I'll leave your headboard broken, you think I'm jokin
I bet I'll get you open
[50 Cent]
First it's her neck, yeah then her back
Yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that
Girl I'll perform for ya, like a porno star
'Til ya had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music, new move, new position
New erotic sounds, it's goin down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya
I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe
Your sex drive, it match my sex drive
Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR, right?
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I'll use my tongue baby, I'll leave you sprung maybe
I'll have ya head spinnin sayin "50's so crazy"
[Chorus]
[Interlude 2X]
[50 Cent]
Girl I want you to give me what you got then give me more
Baby you could start on top or all fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call the Hennessy thug
Passion you're laughin, I'll make you smile on the regular
Tell me what you want, shorty that's what I'ma get for ya
I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breathe
I need you, I'm tellin you so now you know what I need
I'd be ya part-time or full-time lover, significant other
Don't matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter
Girl you could get it however you wan' get it
I'm feelin you, still I'm tellin you right now, get it
[Chorus]
[Interlude repeat to fade]
[50 Cent - during Interlude]
Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off
Want me to break you off, I'll break you off
Have a baby - have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire
Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire
[Interlude: sample]
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire
Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire
[Chorus: Jovan Dais]
Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off
Climb right out of my clothes
Want me to break you off, I'll break you off
'Til your love come down on yo' walls
I'm extremely focused, sweatin I'm strokin
I better get you open
I'll leave your headboard broken, you think I'm jokin
I bet I'll get you open
[50 Cent]
First it's her neck, yeah then her back
Yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that
Girl I'll perform for ya, like a porno star
'Til ya had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music, new move, new position
New erotic sounds, it's goin down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya
I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe
Your sex drive, it match my sex drive
Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR, right?
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I'll use my tongue baby, I'll leave you sprung maybe
I'll have ya head spinnin sayin "50's so crazy"
[Chorus]
[Interlude 2X]
[50 Cent]
Girl I want you to give me what you got then give me more
Baby you could start on top or all fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call the Hennessy thug
Passion you're laughin, I'll make you smile on the regular
Tell me what you want, shorty that's what I'ma get for ya
I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breathe
I need you, I'm tellin you so now you know what I need
I'd be ya part-time or full-time lover, significant other
Don't matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter
Girl you could get it however you wan' get it
I'm feelin you, still I'm tellin you right now, get it
[Chorus]
[Interlude repeat to fade]
[50 Cent - during Interlude]
Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off
Want me to break you off, I'll break you off
Man's World lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
What you sayin boy, boy? (boy)
Ha ha! Said what you sayin boy, boy? (boy)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on
See me, I never ever ever runnnn
Niggaz say the wrong shit to me, like he wan' do me
Somebody lead him with my gunnnn
What you sayin boy? You think I'm playin boy?
Watch your mouth girl, this a man's world
What you sayin boy? You think I'm playin boy?
Watch your mouth girl, this a man's world
[50 Cent]
Listen nigga you play me, and I'ma go crazy
You push me I'ma motherfuckin trip
I come trippin through yo' set, bustin off my tec
I gives a fuck if you's a Blood or a Crip
Nigga from J.F.K. to L.A.X. I'm back through the sets again
Gangsta life that's right, crazy-ass Mexicans
Do it the raw way, broad day, AK
Spray cause a melee, mayday mayday!
Freak bitch suck me on tape like Ray J
Niggaz that I'm up against know they can't fade me
I'm the last one, you know the last don
She know she wan' come, bitch bring ya ass on!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
See I come from the Southside where niggaz is outside
Right now with the rubber grips
Niggaz say they gon' see me, to hit 'em on G.P.
Then I bless 'em with the chains full of bricks
When you come from where I'm from, you come from the bottom
They ain't supposed to get this rich
So the Fed's got my phone tapped to treat me like Fat Cat
Now I'm thinkin "Man ain't this a bitch!"
Niggaz stick cola in cola, from movin the yola
Next thing you know they up in yo' crib
Sayin where's the stash at? You move they gon' blast that
So I suggest you stand still kid
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
This a man's world...
Watch your mouth girl, this a man's world
I'm Paranoid lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
The fuck son..
I'm tellin' you man..
You gotta watch these niggaz man..
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
[Verse]
We thought the coke and the dope'll help us escape poverty
When that didn't work we resorted to armed robbery
Yeah I done it but I ain't the one they say did it
Before my first verse my Benz had been kitted
I'm so hood, that's what the bitches like about me
She bob and weave she up and down she suck the life up out me
I tell you about my regimen I'm blowin' stacks stuntin'
The coldest shit I'm on it kid I blow a nigga frontin'
I'm dirty yeah I do that dirt I'm down to put that work in
I kick that door to get them bricks that eagle get to chirpin'
See the beam and your hit, nigga leakin' yeah screamin' and shit
Man shut the fuck up..
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
[Verse]
I had a dream niggaz got me
Woke up and niggaz shot me, I ain' slept in three days
My eyes red, somethin' wrong with my head
The mack stashed right under the pillow on my bed
It's not hot, why the fuck am I sweatin'
My heart beatin', I'm buggin', I reckon
Bitch don't move, it's dark, I might panic
Jus' sit still, I mean it, god damnit
My back against the wall, fuck the world I kill 'um all
Ain't a nigga too big or too small
Chop 'um down watch 'um fall, watch 'um bleed watch 'um crawl
Watch 'um bleed till they gone..
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid..
[Outro]
I can't even fuckin' sleep, I'm paranoid
Bitch quit playin hand me my heat, I'm paranoid
I can't even rest my head, I'm paranoid
I'm finna leave me a nigga dead, I'm paranoid
What..
Niggaz ain't fuckin' with me..
I wish a nigga would..
I been takin' it easy on these niggaz mayne..
I been easy on 'um mayne..
I'ma turn it up now..
Yeah..
The fuck son..
I'm tellin' you man..
You gotta watch these niggaz man..
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
[Verse]
We thought the coke and the dope'll help us escape poverty
When that didn't work we resorted to armed robbery
Yeah I done it but I ain't the one they say did it
Before my first verse my Benz had been kitted
I'm so hood, that's what the bitches like about me
She bob and weave she up and down she suck the life up out me
I tell you about my regimen I'm blowin' stacks stuntin'
The coldest shit I'm on it kid I blow a nigga frontin'
I'm dirty yeah I do that dirt I'm down to put that work in
I kick that door to get them bricks that eagle get to chirpin'
See the beam and your hit, nigga leakin' yeah screamin' and shit
Man shut the fuck up..
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
[Verse]
I had a dream niggaz got me
Woke up and niggaz shot me, I ain' slept in three days
My eyes red, somethin' wrong with my head
The mack stashed right under the pillow on my bed
It's not hot, why the fuck am I sweatin'
My heart beatin', I'm buggin', I reckon
Bitch don't move, it's dark, I might panic
Jus' sit still, I mean it, god damnit
My back against the wall, fuck the world I kill 'um all
Ain't a nigga too big or too small
Chop 'um down watch 'um fall, watch 'um bleed watch 'um crawl
Watch 'um bleed till they gone..
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid..
[Outro]
I can't even fuckin' sleep, I'm paranoid
Bitch quit playin hand me my heat, I'm paranoid
I can't even rest my head, I'm paranoid
I'm finna leave me a nigga dead, I'm paranoid
What..
Niggaz ain't fuckin' with me..
I wish a nigga would..
I been takin' it easy on these niggaz mayne..
I been easy on 'um mayne..
I'ma turn it up now..
Yeah..
Respect It Or Check It lyrics - 50 Cent
[5 seconds instrumental]
[Intro:]
"FOREVER KING"!
[Bridge:]
Some niggaz jus' wanna smoke! - Some niggaz wanna smoke niggaz... [gunshot]
Some niggaz sell coke! - Some niggaz sellin' dope nigga... [gunshot] {COME ON!}
We all hood, different pedigrees
Now! - Che-che-che-che- check out my melody! [Tarzan shouts]
You fuck around I catch a felony...
Now! - Che-che-che-che- check out my melody! {LET'S GO!}
[Chorus:]
Since a little nigga I been on my own
Me, I hold a chrome, you don't think,
So respect it or check it nigga!
That shorty shit is over now I'm grown
Me, I'm full blown, you don't think,
So respect it or check it nigga!
[Verse 1:]
I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke niggaz
Same attitude you got it go 'head smoke nigga! [gunshot]
I'm fuckin' with a blonde bitch I got my own fragrance
Power by 50 goddamn it I think I made it! {HAHA!}
I tried to keep it basic, they wanna complicate shit,
The Feds on my phone that's why I don't ever say shit.
Portray bein' a friend to me and I'll make you a memory, [police sirens]
The .40 Cali burn you be smokin' like a chimney! [police sirens] {DAMN!}
Niggaz sick of pussy shit and me I'm jus' a remedy!
'03 "Get Rich", nigga you remember me? [rewind]
[Interlude:]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'?
[Intro:]
CAN'T FORGET... THISIS50.COM! [gunshot]
[Bridge:]
Some ni... [gunshot] {BRING IT BACK!}
[Bridge:]
Some niggaz jus' wanna smoke! - Some niggaz wanna smoke niggaz... [gunshot] {DAMN!}
Some niggaz sell coke! - Some niggaz sellin' dope nigga... [gunshot] {DAMN!}
We all hood, different pedigrees
Now! - Che-che-che-che- check out my melody!
You fuck around I catch a felony...
Now! - Che-che-che-che- check out my melody! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Chorus:]
Since a little nigga I been on my own
Me, I hold a chrome, you don't think,
So respect it or check it nigga! [gunshot]
That shorty shit is over now I'm grown
Me, I'm full blown, you don't think,
So respect it or check it nigga! [gunshot] {SHADYVILLE!}
[Verse 1:]
I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke niggaz
Same attitude you got it go 'head smoke nigga!
I'm fuckin' with a blonde bitch I got my own fragrance
Power by 50, goddamn it; I think I made it!
I tried to keep it basic, they wanna complicate shit,
The Feds on my phone that's why I don't ever say shit.
Portray bein' a friend to me and I'll make you a memory,
The .40 Cali burn you be smokin' like a chimney!
Niggaz sick of pussy shit and me I'm jus' a remedy!
'03 "Get Rich", nigga you remember me?
Shorty rock her hips she get to lookin' like a entree [scream]
Bad bitch phat ass bouncin' it' like Beyonc
[Intro:]
"FOREVER KING"!
[Bridge:]
Some niggaz jus' wanna smoke! - Some niggaz wanna smoke niggaz... [gunshot]
Some niggaz sell coke! - Some niggaz sellin' dope nigga... [gunshot] {COME ON!}
We all hood, different pedigrees
Now! - Che-che-che-che- check out my melody! [Tarzan shouts]
You fuck around I catch a felony...
Now! - Che-che-che-che- check out my melody! {LET'S GO!}
[Chorus:]
Since a little nigga I been on my own
Me, I hold a chrome, you don't think,
So respect it or check it nigga!
That shorty shit is over now I'm grown
Me, I'm full blown, you don't think,
So respect it or check it nigga!
[Verse 1:]
I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke niggaz
Same attitude you got it go 'head smoke nigga! [gunshot]
I'm fuckin' with a blonde bitch I got my own fragrance
Power by 50 goddamn it I think I made it! {HAHA!}
I tried to keep it basic, they wanna complicate shit,
The Feds on my phone that's why I don't ever say shit.
Portray bein' a friend to me and I'll make you a memory, [police sirens]
The .40 Cali burn you be smokin' like a chimney! [police sirens] {DAMN!}
Niggaz sick of pussy shit and me I'm jus' a remedy!
'03 "Get Rich", nigga you remember me? [rewind]
[Interlude:]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'?
[Intro:]
CAN'T FORGET... THISIS50.COM! [gunshot]
[Bridge:]
Some ni... [gunshot] {BRING IT BACK!}
[Bridge:]
Some niggaz jus' wanna smoke! - Some niggaz wanna smoke niggaz... [gunshot] {DAMN!}
Some niggaz sell coke! - Some niggaz sellin' dope nigga... [gunshot] {DAMN!}
We all hood, different pedigrees
Now! - Che-che-che-che- check out my melody!
You fuck around I catch a felony...
Now! - Che-che-che-che- check out my melody! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Chorus:]
Since a little nigga I been on my own
Me, I hold a chrome, you don't think,
So respect it or check it nigga! [gunshot]
That shorty shit is over now I'm grown
Me, I'm full blown, you don't think,
So respect it or check it nigga! [gunshot] {SHADYVILLE!}
[Verse 1:]
I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke niggaz
Same attitude you got it go 'head smoke nigga!
I'm fuckin' with a blonde bitch I got my own fragrance
Power by 50, goddamn it; I think I made it!
I tried to keep it basic, they wanna complicate shit,
The Feds on my phone that's why I don't ever say shit.
Portray bein' a friend to me and I'll make you a memory,
The .40 Cali burn you be smokin' like a chimney!
Niggaz sick of pussy shit and me I'm jus' a remedy!
'03 "Get Rich", nigga you remember me?
Shorty rock her hips she get to lookin' like a entree [scream]
Bad bitch phat ass bouncin' it' like Beyonc
Suicide Watch lyrics - 50 Cent
[beeps]
[phone rings]
[Intro:]
[50 Cent:] Hallo? Oh, shit nigga! Oh, shiit!
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck is going on? [beat starts]
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts"]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (uh-huh!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion!
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (whooo, whooo, whoooooooooooo!)
[50 Cent:]
Some niggas is broke! - Tryna be on some dumb shit.
Me? I'm a grunt - comfortable in that conflict!
Go 'head nigga stunt! - It's cool 'til I get on it, (uh-huh!)
You can keep the blunt but the chain nigga we want it! (take it!) [gunshot]
To all the? jux? or whatever you wanna call it, (yeah!)
Call the police and get hit with a clip for it!
Ya know how I move! - That Semi be on my waistline, (whooo!)
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga I take mine! (yeah!)
I run in your crack house, Mack out! Screaming: "Go 'head make me!" (uh-huh!)
Duck tape! You, the fiends and that snotty nose baby! (AAHHHH!)
Calm down and cooperate! - 'Fore I hit you with some shit that doc' operate
For hours you coward! (whooooooo-whoooooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot] {DAMN!}
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts".]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (hahaa!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!)
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! {LIGHT THE BARBER!} (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion! {SOUTHSIDE!}
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! [gunshot]
[50 Cent:]
I try to keep it keep it cool, he hobby niggas make the rhyme (eh-heh!)
I split ya fucking head, yeah that would stop ya ass from whining! (YEEAH!)
Baby I'm delusional, distorted, no defying! (hahaaa!)
You think you can play me? Pussy go 'head nigga {GOD-...} try it! (AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) {DAMN!}
I fell I broke my arm I felt pain wen I was six,
They kill mommy, at it by 12 I was selling nicks!
See me I'm a survivor; I tell nigga suck a dick! (yeah!)
And niggas know I'm strapped; so they ain't saying shit! (shit!)
Me, I'm a party pooper; [shot] I be fucking up for fun, (uh-huh!)
These niggas wanna stunt [shot] I wan' get at 'em with a gun! (yeah!)
Since a lil' nigga I been on the same shit,
Don't act like something new when niggas getting hit. - Whattup BIG? {50 Cent!}
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts".]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! (uh-huh)
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (whaat?)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion (yeah!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (RRRRRRRRRR!) {NELSON!}
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (HAHAAAHHH!) {G-UNIT!}
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion!
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion!
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I'm Notoriousssss!
Biggie ain't around now you need me alright!
I'm Notoriousssss!
You can chill with 'Pac, nigga in your next life!
I'm Notoriousssss!
[Outro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 nigga!
I'm back mashed
WHASSUP?
Man this shit getting ready to change man!
Telling you mayne!
Muthafuckin' gangstas can't do the skanky leg!
What's next mayne?
You gon be dropping it low like a stripper? !
Ahh, shit!
I'm tryna fit in and I ca'nt fit in! [classiv evil laughter]
Damn!
I'm BACK BABY!
AAAHHH! [beat fades out] [classiv evil laughter] [rewind] {"FOREVER KING"!}
[phone rings]
[Intro:]
[50 Cent:] Hallo? Oh, shit nigga! Oh, shiit!
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck is going on? [beat starts]
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts"]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (uh-huh!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion!
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (whooo, whooo, whoooooooooooo!)
[50 Cent:]
Some niggas is broke! - Tryna be on some dumb shit.
Me? I'm a grunt - comfortable in that conflict!
Go 'head nigga stunt! - It's cool 'til I get on it, (uh-huh!)
You can keep the blunt but the chain nigga we want it! (take it!) [gunshot]
To all the? jux? or whatever you wanna call it, (yeah!)
Call the police and get hit with a clip for it!
Ya know how I move! - That Semi be on my waistline, (whooo!)
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga I take mine! (yeah!)
I run in your crack house, Mack out! Screaming: "Go 'head make me!" (uh-huh!)
Duck tape! You, the fiends and that snotty nose baby! (AAHHHH!)
Calm down and cooperate! - 'Fore I hit you with some shit that doc' operate
For hours you coward! (whooooooo-whoooooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot] {DAMN!}
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts".]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (hahaa!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!)
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! {LIGHT THE BARBER!} (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion! {SOUTHSIDE!}
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! [gunshot]
[50 Cent:]
I try to keep it keep it cool, he hobby niggas make the rhyme (eh-heh!)
I split ya fucking head, yeah that would stop ya ass from whining! (YEEAH!)
Baby I'm delusional, distorted, no defying! (hahaaa!)
You think you can play me? Pussy go 'head nigga {GOD-...} try it! (AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) {DAMN!}
I fell I broke my arm I felt pain wen I was six,
They kill mommy, at it by 12 I was selling nicks!
See me I'm a survivor; I tell nigga suck a dick! (yeah!)
And niggas know I'm strapped; so they ain't saying shit! (shit!)
Me, I'm a party pooper; [shot] I be fucking up for fun, (uh-huh!)
These niggas wanna stunt [shot] I wan' get at 'em with a gun! (yeah!)
Since a lil' nigga I been on the same shit,
Don't act like something new when niggas getting hit. - Whattup BIG? {50 Cent!}
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts".]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! (uh-huh)
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (whaat?)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion (yeah!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (RRRRRRRRRR!) {NELSON!}
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (HAHAAAHHH!) {G-UNIT!}
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion!
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion!
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I'm Notoriousssss!
Biggie ain't around now you need me alright!
I'm Notoriousssss!
You can chill with 'Pac, nigga in your next life!
I'm Notoriousssss!
[Outro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 nigga!
I'm back mashed
WHASSUP?
Man this shit getting ready to change man!
Telling you mayne!
Muthafuckin' gangstas can't do the skanky leg!
What's next mayne?
You gon be dropping it low like a stripper? !
Ahh, shit!
I'm tryna fit in and I ca'nt fit in! [classiv evil laughter]
Damn!
I'm BACK BABY!
AAAHHH! [beat fades out] [classiv evil laughter] [rewind] {"FOREVER KING"!}
Things We Do lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I don't wanna hear no complainin'!
Cause ya niggaz already know how I get man! Ya niggaz cannot punk 'round here!
What the fuck ya think it's different cause it's music? [kids ovations]
Nah man fuck that man! {DAMN!}
[50 Cent:]
Close your eyes! - See the shooters see the money in the bag
See the D's in the unmarked - on a niggaz ass.
See '62 on the plate, when niggaz bag up
Scrape the plate my nigga! - Everything add up!
I'm hungry! - Like I been missin' a meal.
Back writin' like I need me a deal. - I show you the steel!
It's a jux nigga feel the chill
Up your spine I'm a menace for real! - I blast to kill! {COME ON!}
Leave your brains on the dash and wheel
Mix the kush with the hash and chill; let's talk bread!
Them niggaz in the way of the money let's shoot their head
The rest of them suckers have scattered it don't matter!
I try to get my head right, I boogie like my head lights
Big Benz! Big friends! Bitch get in!
I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game
We used to be the same, now we not alike man! - C'mon!
[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) [scream] {COME ON!}
The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) {"FOREVER KING"!}
[50 Cent:]
I like my bitches fast, jus' like the Porsches
Switch gears, ride at like 500 horses.
Your now rockin' with the boss of the bosses
My wris' glis' so sick I leave a nigga nauseous.
That's you lied! - What's that you got?
I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day!
Follow my footsteps you know I move proper
So what you got a chopper? Nigga I got a chopper!
Mines ain't got no wheels; what's the deal?
Propellor's propel, I'm on the top of New York!
Top of the food chain, nigga talkin' my talk;
Success is my addiction you should take a hit of this {HAHA!}
I'm down for the friction you start it I'll finish it
Victim? - Pick 'em! - Knife work - stick 'em!
Chrome Colt - pop 'em! - Hollowtip - drop 'em!
It won't be long 'fore you're goin' dyin' now, watch 'em! (Come on! Come on!)
[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo... {CAN'T FORGET...}
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu! {NIKKI!}
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) {G-UNIT!}
The thiiiings you dooooooooo... [scraches]
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) [kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"!}
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
After the drought it's the flood! [scraches]
It's strategic man!
I planned it! {HAHA!}
NOW... follow my footsteps!
You know I move proper!
Let me inspire you! [scraches]
Let me make you wanna win!
Let's take it to the top, baby!
I wan' say somethin' that'll make you hungry! [gunshot]
Don't let nobody fuck up your vibe man!
Come in with that negative bullshit we don't wanna hear it!
How they gon' stop a hustler from hustlin'?
Man!
Till next time...
50! [scraches] {LET'S GO!} [beat stops]
Get The Money lyrics - 50 Cent
[Remake of Horace Brown's: "One For The Money"]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! [kids ovation]
Guess what they tell me... [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! {DAMN!}
Guess what they tell me? [rewind]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah! {"FOREVER KING"!}
50!
I make it feel brand new!
Guess what they tell me?
You make me feel... braaaand new!
Hahaa!
Fuck with me!
Yeah! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[50 Cent:]
It go one for the - money! Two for the dough!
Three for the pimpin' now early with the hoes.
Four for my niggaz runnin' around with .44's (yeah!)
Reppin' that five all the way live [gunshot]
I got a style that reign supreme! - Bentley made to lean!
Pull up say what up, make a major scene!
Stunt! - Flash the cream, nine laser beam,
It's hard to miss your team; jus' follow that dot, then pop! [gunshot]
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy...
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!) {DAMN!} [gunshot]
[50 Cent:]
I'm a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me
Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast]
Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'm from the East;
I'm guessin' I'm bi-costal, when I'm on Dre beats! [scream] (yeeeah!)
I get paper! Stack paper! Blow paper! (AAHHHH!)
Make paper! Take paper! I'm major! (YEAH!)
I cake up, new Jacob, nigga wake up!
Your old straight up! - Pay up; or get sprayed up! (whooo!) [gunshot]
[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with meeee (It's all good with me too, baby!)
Finally I can afford - the life of luxuryyyy. (Let's get it! Let's get it!)
And I remember in the daaaay; MAMA - had to work so haaard (Ahh man!)
Just to pay the rent! - All the money spent!
Had to get another job! (And another job!)
Now we're living in a - eight room mansion, hmm-hmm on the hiiill. (We grew up, I blew up!)
And we sipping on, sippin' on Champagne, oooohhh, when we chill, hmmmmm! (Rock with me, come on!)
And we riding - the Lex, Coupe, Beamer! Yeeeaahhh; and the Benz. (Bi'-Bi'- Big Benz!)
All over the wooooorld from the East to the WestCoast,
We're making eeeeends! (Haha!) - See, we do it!
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money, yeah!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches] (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy... [scratches]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Hahaaaa?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) [police sirens]
[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
The show it's what we live fooor cause we - love to siiiiing
[both] We gonna freak you up and down! (Hahaaaa!)
It's how we do our thiiiiiing, (Yeah!)
And to the ladies in the house tonight
Looking flyyyyy you got it right! (Lookin' good baby!)
It's gonna be an after partyyyyy,
And I've got to have somebody, and take 'em to my
Eight room mansion [blast] - on the hill (Wooohooooo!)
We'll be sipping champaaaagne, sippin' on Champagne - when we chiiiill (Big money, big money, come on!)
And we're riiiiding, oohhhhh! The Lex, Coupe, Beamer - and the Benz (What we ridin' in!) [scratches]
All the players from the East (Hahaaaa!) to the WestCoast
We're making ends; oooooohhhhh! This is why we do iiiiiit... [scratches]
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Yeah! Go!) [scratches] - Honeyyy...
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!) [scratches]
Two for the shoow! (Yeah!) [scratches]
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation] - Hoooowwww we do iiiiit!
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! - Till we do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [gunshot] - Oooooohhhhhh!
One for the moneyyyy! (Big money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! Threeeeeeeee, yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Get money, money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation]
[Bridge: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
Why we siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing? - Why we siiiing? (Oh, this is my favorite part!)
It's the joy it briiiings! - Joyyy it briings! (Yeah!)
You know that you like our styyyle
The reason whyyyyy, yeeeeeeeaaaaah!
(You gotta hear me when this shit's playin', when I'm in the shower man!)
The reason why we do what we doooo!
(You walkin' with me big man!) See we got a love - for the music!
Simple as one - two, three, sing it! (Ooooooooohhhhhhh!)
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (YEAH!) [gunshot]
Two for the shoow! - Do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Yeah!)
Here we gooo! - Doooo iiiiiiiit! (You gon' respect this man!)
One for the moneyyyy! - Yes, we do! [beat fades out]
Two for the shoow! - Ooooooooohhhhhh! (This is that shit right here!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches]
Here we gooo! - Weeeeeeeee dooo it! [scratches] [beat stops] {LET'S GO!}
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Maaan...
You gonna be able to play this tape... until I hear this shit comin' outta every car, man!
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! [kids ovation]
Guess what they tell me... [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! {DAMN!}
Guess what they tell me? [rewind]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah! {"FOREVER KING"!}
50!
I make it feel brand new!
Guess what they tell me?
You make me feel... braaaand new!
Hahaa!
Fuck with me!
Yeah! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[50 Cent:]
It go one for the - money! Two for the dough!
Three for the pimpin' now early with the hoes.
Four for my niggaz runnin' around with .44's (yeah!)
Reppin' that five all the way live [gunshot]
I got a style that reign supreme! - Bentley made to lean!
Pull up say what up, make a major scene!
Stunt! - Flash the cream, nine laser beam,
It's hard to miss your team; jus' follow that dot, then pop! [gunshot]
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy...
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!) {DAMN!} [gunshot]
[50 Cent:]
I'm a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me
Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast]
Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'm from the East;
I'm guessin' I'm bi-costal, when I'm on Dre beats! [scream] (yeeeah!)
I get paper! Stack paper! Blow paper! (AAHHHH!)
Make paper! Take paper! I'm major! (YEAH!)
I cake up, new Jacob, nigga wake up!
Your old straight up! - Pay up; or get sprayed up! (whooo!) [gunshot]
[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with meeee (It's all good with me too, baby!)
Finally I can afford - the life of luxuryyyy. (Let's get it! Let's get it!)
And I remember in the daaaay; MAMA - had to work so haaard (Ahh man!)
Just to pay the rent! - All the money spent!
Had to get another job! (And another job!)
Now we're living in a - eight room mansion, hmm-hmm on the hiiill. (We grew up, I blew up!)
And we sipping on, sippin' on Champagne, oooohhh, when we chill, hmmmmm! (Rock with me, come on!)
And we riding - the Lex, Coupe, Beamer! Yeeeaahhh; and the Benz. (Bi'-Bi'- Big Benz!)
All over the wooooorld from the East to the WestCoast,
We're making eeeeends! (Haha!) - See, we do it!
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money, yeah!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches] (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy... [scratches]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Hahaaaa?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) [police sirens]
[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
The show it's what we live fooor cause we - love to siiiiing
[both] We gonna freak you up and down! (Hahaaaa!)
It's how we do our thiiiiiing, (Yeah!)
And to the ladies in the house tonight
Looking flyyyyy you got it right! (Lookin' good baby!)
It's gonna be an after partyyyyy,
And I've got to have somebody, and take 'em to my
Eight room mansion [blast] - on the hill (Wooohooooo!)
We'll be sipping champaaaagne, sippin' on Champagne - when we chiiiill (Big money, big money, come on!)
And we're riiiiding, oohhhhh! The Lex, Coupe, Beamer - and the Benz (What we ridin' in!) [scratches]
All the players from the East (Hahaaaa!) to the WestCoast
We're making ends; oooooohhhhh! This is why we do iiiiiit... [scratches]
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Yeah! Go!) [scratches] - Honeyyy...
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!) [scratches]
Two for the shoow! (Yeah!) [scratches]
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation] - Hoooowwww we do iiiiit!
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! - Till we do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [gunshot] - Oooooohhhhhh!
One for the moneyyyy! (Big money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! Threeeeeeeee, yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Get money, money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation]
[Bridge: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
Why we siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing? - Why we siiiing? (Oh, this is my favorite part!)
It's the joy it briiiings! - Joyyy it briings! (Yeah!)
You know that you like our styyyle
The reason whyyyyy, yeeeeeeeaaaaah!
(You gotta hear me when this shit's playin', when I'm in the shower man!)
The reason why we do what we doooo!
(You walkin' with me big man!) See we got a love - for the music!
Simple as one - two, three, sing it! (Ooooooooohhhhhhh!)
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (YEAH!) [gunshot]
Two for the shoow! - Do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Yeah!)
Here we gooo! - Doooo iiiiiiiit! (You gon' respect this man!)
One for the moneyyyy! - Yes, we do! [beat fades out]
Two for the shoow! - Ooooooooohhhhhh! (This is that shit right here!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches]
Here we gooo! - Weeeeeeeee dooo it! [scratches] [beat stops] {LET'S GO!}
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Maaan...
You gonna be able to play this tape... until I hear this shit comin' outta every car, man!
Funny How Time Flies lyrics - 50 Cent
I know what she like,
I know what she want,
Yeah yeah [x3]
My bitch just like me so I know she want stunt,
A taste of the good life, yeah I know what she want,
A trip to PR, sex in the car, floating diamonds shabar,
Cool as hood, it's all good, that's what we are,
Find exotic space to visit, chinchilla, gator-lizid
That's how a nigga gizzit, when I'm on my shizzit,
Bright light, city lights, for niggas so flashy,
How you like that, dat ferrari flew past me,
So fast a nigga don't know limits,
Had a bad bitch in it, I can't see da boy tinted,
Get the money then spin it, break rules or bend it,
To my liking, I move like a viking, a warrior,
I shouldn't mean more to you,
I'm the american dream, one man regime,
Shorty love me like she love new shoes,
Then she sure to investigate me like the feds ohhh,
[Chorus:]
Funny how time flies, when were making love,
It goes on and on and on,
We just can't go wrong [x2]
niggas smile, they can frown, they can love it,
They can hate it, they can wish mad shit on us,
It's cool we made it,
Look at me to see the lords blessings,
While they stressing,
Switch whips, push the Bugatti through the recession,
It's just me and you, I can see it clear,
Hoes coming I need you to snatch this bitch to here,
It's all hood, you hesitate they put our life on pause,
It's a commen wealth state baby they make up laws,
F-ck ? it's you or me baby, we all we got,
I say we gon make, they sayin we not,
Yeah but they don't know I'm meant for you,
They don't know how you into me,
They don't know shit bout how we bond mentally,
Their relationships are oh so basic,
They can't understand how we do and how we say shit,
So blunt, don't front, I got you open,
It's the original G shit, you know how we Duck down,
[Chorus]
I know what she want,
Yeah yeah [x3]
My bitch just like me so I know she want stunt,
A taste of the good life, yeah I know what she want,
A trip to PR, sex in the car, floating diamonds shabar,
Cool as hood, it's all good, that's what we are,
Find exotic space to visit, chinchilla, gator-lizid
That's how a nigga gizzit, when I'm on my shizzit,
Bright light, city lights, for niggas so flashy,
How you like that, dat ferrari flew past me,
So fast a nigga don't know limits,
Had a bad bitch in it, I can't see da boy tinted,
Get the money then spin it, break rules or bend it,
To my liking, I move like a viking, a warrior,
I shouldn't mean more to you,
I'm the american dream, one man regime,
Shorty love me like she love new shoes,
Then she sure to investigate me like the feds ohhh,
[Chorus:]
Funny how time flies, when were making love,
It goes on and on and on,
We just can't go wrong [x2]
niggas smile, they can frown, they can love it,
They can hate it, they can wish mad shit on us,
It's cool we made it,
Look at me to see the lords blessings,
While they stressing,
Switch whips, push the Bugatti through the recession,
It's just me and you, I can see it clear,
Hoes coming I need you to snatch this bitch to here,
It's all hood, you hesitate they put our life on pause,
It's a commen wealth state baby they make up laws,
F-ck ? it's you or me baby, we all we got,
I say we gon make, they sayin we not,
Yeah but they don't know I'm meant for you,
They don't know how you into me,
They don't know shit bout how we bond mentally,
Their relationships are oh so basic,
They can't understand how we do and how we say shit,
So blunt, don't front, I got you open,
It's the original G shit, you know how we Duck down,
[Chorus]
If U Leaving, Then Leave... lyrics - 50 Cent
Yea
1 2, 1 2, testing, I said 1 2
(Bring it back)
Yea
1 2, 1 2, testing I said 1 2
1 2, 1 2, ya'll niggas know just how I do
Let's get more paper, more bread
It grind time I ain't fuckin round kid
Got a new case d's ain't got no proof
Got a new coupe it ain't got no roof
Test me see if I won't shoot
I'll cock that bang that quick for the loot
Tre deuce got it stashed in the boot
If there's a problem I get to the roof
Go head get your ass shot then q
You talk too much boy I'll put ya on mute
Even me would need more than a vest
And more than one strap I guess
You got me all fucked up
I might just get your whole clique stuck up
Then come back and sell your shit back
I'm known for grimey shit like that
Ask around niggas know me good
South side nigga this my hood
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
So happy huh
Yea
What happened girl
What's happenin
Come on
Haha
Yea
Come on come on
Haha
Whooooooooo kiiiiiiiiid
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
So sorry I'm sorry
No no
Come on come on
We gonna take it up a notch now
Haha
Nana no nana no
Whoooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooo
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
Ho
Calm down baby
Your over reactin
Haha
Don't mistreat me baby
I won't let ya
No
Quit lyin to me
Cause I'm a re? the v
You make me feel crazy
You know u my first baby
You not gonna go away
Sit your ass down right here
It's 50 come on bounce with me come on
Just makes me feel good man
Yea
Double shifts?
Uh uh uh come on
Well if you're leavin then leave
Haha
You want me
To be your man
You know u need me girl
I don't know why u actin the way you acting
You love me let me hear you say you love me
Oh now you don't wanna say it cause everybody listening
Ahh you full of shit man
It's cool it's cool
You love me later
You love me long time
Haha
Damn!
1 2, 1 2, testing, I said 1 2
(Bring it back)
Yea
1 2, 1 2, testing I said 1 2
1 2, 1 2, ya'll niggas know just how I do
Let's get more paper, more bread
It grind time I ain't fuckin round kid
Got a new case d's ain't got no proof
Got a new coupe it ain't got no roof
Test me see if I won't shoot
I'll cock that bang that quick for the loot
Tre deuce got it stashed in the boot
If there's a problem I get to the roof
Go head get your ass shot then q
You talk too much boy I'll put ya on mute
Even me would need more than a vest
And more than one strap I guess
You got me all fucked up
I might just get your whole clique stuck up
Then come back and sell your shit back
I'm known for grimey shit like that
Ask around niggas know me good
South side nigga this my hood
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
So happy huh
Yea
What happened girl
What's happenin
Come on
Haha
Yea
Come on come on
Haha
Whooooooooo kiiiiiiiiid
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
So sorry I'm sorry
No no
Come on come on
We gonna take it up a notch now
Haha
Nana no nana no
Whoooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooo
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
Ho
Calm down baby
Your over reactin
Haha
Don't mistreat me baby
I won't let ya
No
Quit lyin to me
Cause I'm a re? the v
You make me feel crazy
You know u my first baby
You not gonna go away
Sit your ass down right here
It's 50 come on bounce with me come on
Just makes me feel good man
Yea
Double shifts?
Uh uh uh come on
Well if you're leavin then leave
Haha
You want me
To be your man
You know u need me girl
I don't know why u actin the way you acting
You love me let me hear you say you love me
Oh now you don't wanna say it cause everybody listening
Ahh you full of shit man
It's cool it's cool
You love me later
You love me long time
Haha
Damn!
Dreaming lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Niggas crazy! (keep on dreeeaamin'...)
Think they gon' catch sleepin'! (keep on dreeeaamin'...)
I'm on point nigga! (I said keep on dreeeaamin'...)
24/7, ya heard? (hehe!)
[Chorus:]
Hey day-dreamer, I see you dreaming!
I cock my strap! - I see you scheming!
I want you to try me, nigga I'm fiending,
To pop my shit - then forever your sleeping!
When robberies - done in properly
It turns into murder one, one, one!
Move properly; or get drop see,
Come at me wrong and your DONE, DONE, DONE!
[Verse 1:]
No two face or mean mug! No mask, no gloves!
Picture in my peripheral, I tearing you up!
I'm watching! - You pro'ly got my eyes wide shut,
I'm waiting for you to cross the line and get bucked!
I lean in the lotus take off like a rocket
Got your bitch outta pocket, my hustle you can't knock it!
I got paper like a city bank! - Nigga you need a loan!
Got a brain! - Use your brain or get your brains blown!
Watch my watch tic-toc and get popped,
See my chain gleam, scheme, and get met with the beam 'kno'Imean?
I'm not a freshman! I'm a senior, year, head of my class!
I put a hollowtip head in your ass!
You try to jam me, thinking I'm candy, ain't nothing sweet
I run the streets with all sorts of heat!
You try to eat try elsewhere! - My presence is felt here!
You won't need welfare! - Your ass will get melt here! - Nigga yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Test me; you wanna die? - Murder aluminia,
Fresh out the projects the chain on my neck!
It's off limits, touch it touch the sky!
Touch it I send you to your dead homies to say: "Hi!"
I work niggas in the fractions, I'm down for that action
Talk that (chubba/Jabba?) talk - til I come with that Colt!
Then it's: "Bye-bye! Close your eyes learn to fly!"
"Why go through it? Why try test I?"
When you know I ain't rap, right? I'm strapped, right?
2-4-7 3-6-5 I'm outside!
Steady mobbin', I'm all in, I'm not the one you robbing,
Have me creeping crawling? Shell cases falling!
Bullet hit your leg, break your limb!
Bullets hit your chest, make you slim!
Bullets fly and run away from them!
Bullets miss ya hit your closest friend!
You pussy man! - You should have gave your toast to him! (fuck ya sucker!)
[Chorus]
Niggas crazy! (keep on dreeeaamin'...)
Think they gon' catch sleepin'! (keep on dreeeaamin'...)
I'm on point nigga! (I said keep on dreeeaamin'...)
24/7, ya heard? (hehe!)
[Chorus:]
Hey day-dreamer, I see you dreaming!
I cock my strap! - I see you scheming!
I want you to try me, nigga I'm fiending,
To pop my shit - then forever your sleeping!
When robberies - done in properly
It turns into murder one, one, one!
Move properly; or get drop see,
Come at me wrong and your DONE, DONE, DONE!
[Verse 1:]
No two face or mean mug! No mask, no gloves!
Picture in my peripheral, I tearing you up!
I'm watching! - You pro'ly got my eyes wide shut,
I'm waiting for you to cross the line and get bucked!
I lean in the lotus take off like a rocket
Got your bitch outta pocket, my hustle you can't knock it!
I got paper like a city bank! - Nigga you need a loan!
Got a brain! - Use your brain or get your brains blown!
Watch my watch tic-toc and get popped,
See my chain gleam, scheme, and get met with the beam 'kno'Imean?
I'm not a freshman! I'm a senior, year, head of my class!
I put a hollowtip head in your ass!
You try to jam me, thinking I'm candy, ain't nothing sweet
I run the streets with all sorts of heat!
You try to eat try elsewhere! - My presence is felt here!
You won't need welfare! - Your ass will get melt here! - Nigga yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Test me; you wanna die? - Murder aluminia,
Fresh out the projects the chain on my neck!
It's off limits, touch it touch the sky!
Touch it I send you to your dead homies to say: "Hi!"
I work niggas in the fractions, I'm down for that action
Talk that (chubba/Jabba?) talk - til I come with that Colt!
Then it's: "Bye-bye! Close your eyes learn to fly!"
"Why go through it? Why try test I?"
When you know I ain't rap, right? I'm strapped, right?
2-4-7 3-6-5 I'm outside!
Steady mobbin', I'm all in, I'm not the one you robbing,
Have me creeping crawling? Shell cases falling!
Bullet hit your leg, break your limb!
Bullets hit your chest, make you slim!
Bullets fly and run away from them!
Bullets miss ya hit your closest friend!
You pussy man! - You should have gave your toast to him! (fuck ya sucker!)
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson Freestyle lyrics - 50 Cent
[Michael Jackson sample from Jackson 5's: "I Wanna Be Where You Are".]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
{DAMN!} I'm number one!
Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!)
They act like they know God better than me
I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!)
Allah O Akbar clap him run through your backyard
Let the Mack off! - Tear half off your back off. (whoooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot]
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'?
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'm number one! [kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"!}
Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!)
They act like they know God better than me
I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!)
Allah O Akbar clap him run through your backyard
Let the Mack off! - Tear half off your back off. (whoooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot]
This is my block, my spot, I am here
I'm a SouthSide nigga 'till the bone, get that clear. [scream]
Now I got a better hustle so I'm gettin' better bread
Buy my bitches better shit so they gimme better head. (say: "Whaaaat"!)
You thinkin' about gettin' down [scream] with me yeah you better kid
Where the fuck you gon' get a job you a predicate...
... Felon! - It's back to crack sellin'
Nigga get caught tellin' the show crack the melon! (AAAAAHHH-OOOOOOOHHH!) [Tarzan shouts]
I told you I blow now you see it to believe it
My head gassed up man I'm so conceded.
Nigga you ain't never gonna see me in the hood. (uh-huh!)
Mother-fuck that shit! Nigga I'm too good! (hahaaaa!) [gunshot]
Run tell niggaz 50's bougie
You don't buy his CD's and don't go see his movies! (fuck that!)
He don't act like he used to in Juve' ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!)
He was on the medication that nigga there loony.
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Can it be I been away too long? (Ohhhh!)
I mean way too long!
[Michael Jackson (50 Cent):]
Can it be I stayed away too long? (I been away man!)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (Did you forget me?)
It's not my thing trying to get back! (I'm back baby! I'm back!)
But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (Well, I'm in SouthSide!)
You don't have to worry - 'cause I'm coming! (Haha!)
Back to where I should have always staaaayed!
And now I've heard the maybe - to your story (This is that shit right here!)
And it's enough love for me to staaaaaaaay! (Ahhhhhhh!) {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (I'm a ask you again! Did you forget about me?)
It's not my thing trying to get baaaack,
But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (South-Side!)
[Chorus: Michael Jackson (50 Cent)]
I wanna, wanna be where you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - Anywhere you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - I wanna, wanna be where you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - Everywhere you are! (I said I wanna be where you are!)
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - (Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!) [gunshot] {DAMN!} [beat stops]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
{DAMN!} I'm number one!
Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!)
They act like they know God better than me
I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!)
Allah O Akbar clap him run through your backyard
Let the Mack off! - Tear half off your back off. (whoooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot]
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'?
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'm number one! [kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"!}
Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!)
They act like they know God better than me
I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!)
Allah O Akbar clap him run through your backyard
Let the Mack off! - Tear half off your back off. (whoooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot]
This is my block, my spot, I am here
I'm a SouthSide nigga 'till the bone, get that clear. [scream]
Now I got a better hustle so I'm gettin' better bread
Buy my bitches better shit so they gimme better head. (say: "Whaaaat"!)
You thinkin' about gettin' down [scream] with me yeah you better kid
Where the fuck you gon' get a job you a predicate...
... Felon! - It's back to crack sellin'
Nigga get caught tellin' the show crack the melon! (AAAAAHHH-OOOOOOOHHH!) [Tarzan shouts]
I told you I blow now you see it to believe it
My head gassed up man I'm so conceded.
Nigga you ain't never gonna see me in the hood. (uh-huh!)
Mother-fuck that shit! Nigga I'm too good! (hahaaaa!) [gunshot]
Run tell niggaz 50's bougie
You don't buy his CD's and don't go see his movies! (fuck that!)
He don't act like he used to in Juve' ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!)
He was on the medication that nigga there loony.
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Can it be I been away too long? (Ohhhh!)
I mean way too long!
[Michael Jackson (50 Cent):]
Can it be I stayed away too long? (I been away man!)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (Did you forget me?)
It's not my thing trying to get back! (I'm back baby! I'm back!)
But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (Well, I'm in SouthSide!)
You don't have to worry - 'cause I'm coming! (Haha!)
Back to where I should have always staaaayed!
And now I've heard the maybe - to your story (This is that shit right here!)
And it's enough love for me to staaaaaaaay! (Ahhhhhhh!) {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (I'm a ask you again! Did you forget about me?)
It's not my thing trying to get baaaack,
But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (South-Side!)
[Chorus: Michael Jackson (50 Cent)]
I wanna, wanna be where you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - Anywhere you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - I wanna, wanna be where you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - Everywhere you are! (I said I wanna be where you are!)
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - (Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!) [gunshot] {DAMN!} [beat stops]
London Girl Pt. 2 lyrics - 50 Cent
{DAMN!}
[Intro: {DJ Whoo KidDJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh!
Yeah!
50!
Part 2! [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]
[Intro:]
Uh!
Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET TONY!}
50! {UK!}
Part 2! {DIRT T!} [kids ovation] [giggle]
[Bridge 1:]
She so-so distipated,
I think she underrated!
She happy that I made it
From the US back to the UK! [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
[Verse 1:]
She-she's suck me 'til I came, then she suck me more [scream]
She sucked me with a condome, then she suck me raw! [scream]
She a freak, my-my gun thing girl
It's not another bitch like her in the whole wide world! [giggle] [scream]
Hey Tony! (What, bruh?) I think I'm in Love!
This bitch licked all over my ass-crack, huh?
From the window she went to the waaall
From the tip of the dick - to the baaaall [giggle] [scream]
I mean freaky shit, she do it aaall
Went from red two, to pay to upon!
I told her Lil' Kim said it: "Take it in the pot!"
I done! - She did it, she's a badass squad! [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She-she's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
She-she's my London girl! [scream]
My-my-my London giiirl! [scream]
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle] {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Verse 2:]
I left her on my bed, she was masterbatin'
She told me, give it to her quit procrastinatin'.
She's just like me, this is fascinatin'
She's a freak, I'm a freak, isn't this quite unique? [giggle]
We'll be fuckin' for an hour, cuff her to the bed
I'm not a cop! - I'm an outlaw, Billy The Kid!
Role-play all day! - Staircase, Hallway! - Rooftop
S-E-X non-stop!
See the sceneary! - Same postition
My ghetto kama sutra's I'll, now listen!
She flexiable! - I make her do yoga, (yoga!)
Twice-a-day I'm bendin' her over. (over) [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She-she's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
She-she's my London girl! ([EMINEM:] WHOO! WHATTA FUCK?)
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [scream] [giggle]
[Bridge 2:]
I just came from the USA
Now I'm back in the UK! [Tarzan shouts]
I just came from the USA,
Now I'm back in the UK! (heeey!)
[Outro:]
(She-she's my London giiiirl!)
I MAKE IT LOOK EASY, MAN!
DAMN! (She-she's my London giiiirl!)
(My-my-my London giiirl!) [giggle] [rewind] [Tarzan shouts]
[Intro: {DJ Whoo KidDJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh!
Yeah!
50!
Part 2! [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]
[Intro:]
Uh!
Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET TONY!}
50! {UK!}
Part 2! {DIRT T!} [kids ovation] [giggle]
[Bridge 1:]
She so-so distipated,
I think she underrated!
She happy that I made it
From the US back to the UK! [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
[Verse 1:]
She-she's suck me 'til I came, then she suck me more [scream]
She sucked me with a condome, then she suck me raw! [scream]
She a freak, my-my gun thing girl
It's not another bitch like her in the whole wide world! [giggle] [scream]
Hey Tony! (What, bruh?) I think I'm in Love!
This bitch licked all over my ass-crack, huh?
From the window she went to the waaall
From the tip of the dick - to the baaaall [giggle] [scream]
I mean freaky shit, she do it aaall
Went from red two, to pay to upon!
I told her Lil' Kim said it: "Take it in the pot!"
I done! - She did it, she's a badass squad! [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She-she's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
She-she's my London girl! [scream]
My-my-my London giiirl! [scream]
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle] {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Verse 2:]
I left her on my bed, she was masterbatin'
She told me, give it to her quit procrastinatin'.
She's just like me, this is fascinatin'
She's a freak, I'm a freak, isn't this quite unique? [giggle]
We'll be fuckin' for an hour, cuff her to the bed
I'm not a cop! - I'm an outlaw, Billy The Kid!
Role-play all day! - Staircase, Hallway! - Rooftop
S-E-X non-stop!
See the sceneary! - Same postition
My ghetto kama sutra's I'll, now listen!
She flexiable! - I make her do yoga, (yoga!)
Twice-a-day I'm bendin' her over. (over) [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She-she's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
She-she's my London girl! ([EMINEM:] WHOO! WHATTA FUCK?)
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [scream] [giggle]
[Bridge 2:]
I just came from the USA
Now I'm back in the UK! [Tarzan shouts]
I just came from the USA,
Now I'm back in the UK! (heeey!)
[Outro:]
(She-she's my London giiiirl!)
I MAKE IT LOOK EASY, MAN!
DAMN! (She-she's my London giiiirl!)
(My-my-my London giiirl!) [giggle] [rewind] [Tarzan shouts]
Touch Me lyrics - 50 Cent
Yeah she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicous
Maybe this is, who I should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle I mean she hot like a kettle
Well me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
So I line you up and I dent you, you run you're fucked when I catch you
You only eat cause I let you I hate the fact that I met you
When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
[Verse: 50 Cent]
Haha... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...
She scratch my back when I'm strokin' she scream she like it she open
I'm sittin' back while she suckin', she super freaky I love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah I chase it
She do it just how I like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin' her limits that's why I'm pushin' up in it
Start kissin' her lips, then I'm kissin' her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby...), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (50...), baby I'm about to explode (Whooo... !)
Cause all my love you can control... (This is how it's supposed to feel I said this is how it's supposed to feel...)
[Verse: Case (50 Cent)]
I'll spend the night with you (Haha...), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean...)
Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Work it out now... Wooohooooooo... !)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha...)
Please me low and be my friend, I'll come back and hit it again (And hit it again...)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again...)
Don't go away (Yeah... Come on girl...)
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good...) feel me and caress me (I mean real good...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Haha...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah... I can feel it... Owwwwww... !)
[Verse: Foxy Brown (50 Cent)]
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh...)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin', you ain't know that I be mackin' (Nah...)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees (Yeah...)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin' cristal-ise
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Yeah...) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (Now bend, and stretch come on...), baby I'm about to explode (Work it out... I said work it out...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Come on break it down... That's how they break it down... Haha...)
Touch me, tease me (This is what I call fun...) feel me and caress me (I'm havin' so much fun...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (I'm back to work...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
Maybe this is, who I should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle I mean she hot like a kettle
Well me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
So I line you up and I dent you, you run you're fucked when I catch you
You only eat cause I let you I hate the fact that I met you
When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
[Verse: 50 Cent]
Haha... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...
She scratch my back when I'm strokin' she scream she like it she open
I'm sittin' back while she suckin', she super freaky I love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah I chase it
She do it just how I like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin' her limits that's why I'm pushin' up in it
Start kissin' her lips, then I'm kissin' her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby...), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (50...), baby I'm about to explode (Whooo... !)
Cause all my love you can control... (This is how it's supposed to feel I said this is how it's supposed to feel...)
[Verse: Case (50 Cent)]
I'll spend the night with you (Haha...), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean...)
Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Work it out now... Wooohooooooo... !)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha...)
Please me low and be my friend, I'll come back and hit it again (And hit it again...)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again...)
Don't go away (Yeah... Come on girl...)
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good...) feel me and caress me (I mean real good...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Haha...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah... I can feel it... Owwwwww... !)
[Verse: Foxy Brown (50 Cent)]
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh...)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin', you ain't know that I be mackin' (Nah...)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees (Yeah...)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin' cristal-ise
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Yeah...) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (Now bend, and stretch come on...), baby I'm about to explode (Work it out... I said work it out...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Come on break it down... That's how they break it down... Haha...)
Touch me, tease me (This is what I call fun...) feel me and caress me (I'm havin' so much fun...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (I'm back to work...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
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