Big Rich Town lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Joe)
[Hook - Joe:]
They say this is a big rich town
I just come from the poorest part
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down
I just happen to come up hard
Legal or illegal baby I gotta make it
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I never took a straight path nowhere
Life's full of twist and turns
Bumps and bruises, I lived I learnt
I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper
Homie I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven
That corner only 15 minutes away
It move a seven
Pure snow
Bag it then watch it go
Occupational options
Get some blow or some hoes
Shoot the bullet, the strap
Learn to rap with a jack
Fuck it man in the mean time
Go ahead and pump a pack
This my regal royal flow
My James Bond bounce
That double 007, that 62 on my count
I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers
Look a bitch in the eye and tell her, "Baby, I love it."
You're my inspiration
You're my motivation
You're the reason that I'm moving with no hesitation
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while make a move
Maneuver around the rats, wolves, I'm from the school
Of hardknocks
Shots pop
Bodies drop
Graveyard
Pick a block
Cause niggas watching spots
I'm tryna stash shit
Then I go legit
Hollow tip stuff 'em in clip case make niggas trip
My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties
I'm supposed to lose watch me win against the odds
All I got is my word, balls and my instinct
We tryna make it
We already made it my friends think
We already on top
I gotta bigger plan
No more control, substances or hand to hand
White collar visions
Game changing missions
Big risk, big wins
Equal bigger living
Perfect position
Watch me transition
From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky
[Hook]
They say this is a big rich town
I just come from the poorest part
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down
I just happen to come up hard
Legal or illegal baby I gotta make it
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I never took a straight path nowhere
Life's full of twist and turns
Bumps and bruises, I lived I learnt
I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper
Homie I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven
That corner only 15 minutes away
It move a seven
Pure snow
Bag it then watch it go
Occupational options
Get some blow or some hoes
Shoot the bullet, the strap
Learn to rap with a jack
Fuck it man in the mean time
Go ahead and pump a pack
This my regal royal flow
My James Bond bounce
That double 007, that 62 on my count
I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers
Look a bitch in the eye and tell her, "Baby, I love it."
You're my inspiration
You're my motivation
You're the reason that I'm moving with no hesitation
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while make a move
Maneuver around the rats, wolves, I'm from the school
Of hardknocks
Shots pop
Bodies drop
Graveyard
Pick a block
Cause niggas watching spots
I'm tryna stash shit
Then I go legit
Hollow tip stuff 'em in clip case make niggas trip
My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties
I'm supposed to lose watch me win against the odds
All I got is my word, balls and my instinct
We tryna make it
We already made it my friends think
We already on top
I gotta bigger plan
No more control, substances or hand to hand
White collar visions
Game changing missions
Big risk, big wins
Equal bigger living
Perfect position
Watch me transition
From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky
[Hook]
Drama Never Ends lyrics - 50 Cent
[from "Southpaw" soundtrack]
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
I'll hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a gravedigger
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
I'll hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a gravedigger
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
Financial Freedom lyrics - 50 Cent
[Verse 1]
Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
Who's sittin' in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale
Third shootout… we was fightin' for positions?
Shell casings out my 9 flyin' through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, yeah, pistols we pack it
You fuck around, we'll blow your heart out the back of your jacket
Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach
'Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had
Woke up sayin' "we gon' turn them corners to Baghdad"
Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin' with them Brooklyn niggas
I had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughts
Start shootin', I bet I'll clear off the ball court
I want it all, that's just how I fuckin' feel, boy
Get in the way, you gon' take you a trip to Deramores
[Hook]
I'm dreamin' of…
My dream of freedom…
Financial freedom
[Verse 2]
Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
You can get with the program, fam'll get smoked, nigga
We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers
Open your head when you're half dead – you see? I told you
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
Over the phones, soon as I'm home, the game's sewn
I got connections – look, bitch, I'm connected
And I ain't givin' niggas no passes, so respect it
Or get dealt with, I'll break you off proper
You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa
Easy – nigga chill or get laid out
I'll put a hole in you then find out what your gang 'bout
I do my dirt, I'm hardly ever by my lonely
I got that Tec with that cooling system on me,
You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
We stackin' paper 'til we strong then we takin' over
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin' like you know us
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
We're the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
We've got to kill what we eat, that nigga chain a bonus
If you ain't gamblin', get the fuck out the spot, boy
Shoot an ace off your foot, that's some shit you should get shot for
Fuck it, when I win I'm a winner – when I lose, I'm a winner
'Cause to my niggas y'all niggas lookin' like steak dinner
You screw your face the fuck up, you gon' do what?
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
Nigga stand down or get manned down
Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
You gon' fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
Hit your spine, a standup nigga can't even stand up
[Hook]
Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
Who's sittin' in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale
Third shootout… we was fightin' for positions?
Shell casings out my 9 flyin' through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, yeah, pistols we pack it
You fuck around, we'll blow your heart out the back of your jacket
Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach
'Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had
Woke up sayin' "we gon' turn them corners to Baghdad"
Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin' with them Brooklyn niggas
I had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughts
Start shootin', I bet I'll clear off the ball court
I want it all, that's just how I fuckin' feel, boy
Get in the way, you gon' take you a trip to Deramores
[Hook]
I'm dreamin' of…
My dream of freedom…
Financial freedom
[Verse 2]
Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
You can get with the program, fam'll get smoked, nigga
We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers
Open your head when you're half dead – you see? I told you
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
Over the phones, soon as I'm home, the game's sewn
I got connections – look, bitch, I'm connected
And I ain't givin' niggas no passes, so respect it
Or get dealt with, I'll break you off proper
You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa
Easy – nigga chill or get laid out
I'll put a hole in you then find out what your gang 'bout
I do my dirt, I'm hardly ever by my lonely
I got that Tec with that cooling system on me,
You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
We stackin' paper 'til we strong then we takin' over
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin' like you know us
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
We're the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
We've got to kill what we eat, that nigga chain a bonus
If you ain't gamblin', get the fuck out the spot, boy
Shoot an ace off your foot, that's some shit you should get shot for
Fuck it, when I win I'm a winner – when I lose, I'm a winner
'Cause to my niggas y'all niggas lookin' like steak dinner
You screw your face the fuck up, you gon' do what?
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
Nigga stand down or get manned down
Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
You gon' fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
Hit your spine, a standup nigga can't even stand up
[Hook]
Get The Strap lyrics - 50 Cent
(Trilogy)
[50 Cent & Casanova:]
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
[Casanova:]
Fuck that, niggas out here active blood
What's brackin'? You'll never catch us lackin', blood
You stupid, you think we ain't packin', 'blood
Fuck wrong with you? I don't like the way you actin', blood
(Get up off me)
[Uncle Murda:]
Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip (bang)
That's his car pulling up, shoot up the whole whip
That's his man, hit him too, that nigga down with him
Check his gram, see who else be hanging around with him (yeah)
He could get it (uh huh), him too, nigga go get the strap
Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at (where?)
Where they at? Who they with? Them niggas gettin' smoked
Line 'em up; they ain't hard to find, all them niggas broke (stupid!)
Old dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what?
Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tyke (woah!)
Big cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin' it (I see ya)
Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it
[6ix9ine:]
Aight, so boom, first up all y'all niggas suck my dick
Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mother's lips (stoopid!)
Ah, ah, ah, niggas runnin' out they mouth
Y'all dead-ass, like I won't punch you in your fucking mouth
Matter of fact, I'ma smack fire out you boy
Are you dumb? I'ma beat the brakes off you boy
You some "gas what I smoke, nigga" (bang bang)
Nah, on this dick your mother choke nigga
[50 Cent:]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
[Casanova:]
Man fuck that, my niggas 'bout that action blood
Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in blood
They scrapping, my niggas get to clappin'', blood
Fuck wrong with you? I don't like how you actin', blood
(Get up off me)
[50 Cent:]
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Don't play me like I'm pussy, I will pull up and bang bang
Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon' pop out
Hop out, ooh, wop out, and air the whole block out
Blow the whole stock out, and I'm 'bout what I'm 'bout
I'm a one man band, I bring the drum out and dump it
Bend your block, one o'clock, blowing the trumpet
I'm with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks
I'm stupid rich, still doing some stupid shit
You niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside
That's the third time you've been got, second time you was shot
Your man just ain't your man, he saw us first and fucking ran
We on a different type of time, you on some different shit
Now nigga, don't you play with me, play with a bitch
I ain't ran into a problem that I can't fix
Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
[50 Cent & Casanova:]
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
[Casanova:]
Fuck that, niggas out here active blood
What's brackin'? You'll never catch us lackin', blood
You stupid, you think we ain't packin', 'blood
Fuck wrong with you? I don't like the way you actin', blood
(Get up off me)
[Uncle Murda:]
Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip (bang)
That's his car pulling up, shoot up the whole whip
That's his man, hit him too, that nigga down with him
Check his gram, see who else be hanging around with him (yeah)
He could get it (uh huh), him too, nigga go get the strap
Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at (where?)
Where they at? Who they with? Them niggas gettin' smoked
Line 'em up; they ain't hard to find, all them niggas broke (stupid!)
Old dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what?
Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tyke (woah!)
Big cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin' it (I see ya)
Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it
[6ix9ine:]
Aight, so boom, first up all y'all niggas suck my dick
Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mother's lips (stoopid!)
Ah, ah, ah, niggas runnin' out they mouth
Y'all dead-ass, like I won't punch you in your fucking mouth
Matter of fact, I'ma smack fire out you boy
Are you dumb? I'ma beat the brakes off you boy
You some "gas what I smoke, nigga" (bang bang)
Nah, on this dick your mother choke nigga
[50 Cent:]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
[Casanova:]
Man fuck that, my niggas 'bout that action blood
Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in blood
They scrapping, my niggas get to clappin'', blood
Fuck wrong with you? I don't like how you actin', blood
(Get up off me)
[50 Cent:]
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Don't play me like I'm pussy, I will pull up and bang bang
Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon' pop out
Hop out, ooh, wop out, and air the whole block out
Blow the whole stock out, and I'm 'bout what I'm 'bout
I'm a one man band, I bring the drum out and dump it
Bend your block, one o'clock, blowing the trumpet
I'm with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks
I'm stupid rich, still doing some stupid shit
You niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside
That's the third time you've been got, second time you was shot
Your man just ain't your man, he saw us first and fucking ran
We on a different type of time, you on some different shit
Now nigga, don't you play with me, play with a bitch
I ain't ran into a problem that I can't fix
Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
Gotta Get Mine lyrics - 50 Cent
If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE
You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas ain't got work
Stains from my roaches, grape drink on my t-shirt
Blowin whites back and forth, beef boy was on the block
Niggas watchin bootleg flicks in the barber shop
Tony he was up in it, talkin bout dis and dat
Sayin niggas owe him money they gon' pay him or get clapped
Man when it come to the bread niggas know what im about
Nigga owe me 7grams I'm tryna air his ass out
Call the connect four times this nigga ain't callin back
All of sudden hes pumpin now dat niggas ain't got crack
Banks in the projects fuckin wit bitches that fuck bitches
Tryna get by her to give her sumtin in her momma kitchen
This rap shit just came to me son its like I be havin visions
After being shot the fuck up I make better descisions
I sat-back taught my soldiers how to re-act
El took my trey pound and blew blacks heart out his back
The beef don't mean nuttin to me son I'm always in drama
Shit I say in my rap is real I put that on my momma
Say a prey before I sleep, lord bless me wit sum cake
And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul he take
If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE
You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas ain't got work
Stains from my roaches, grape drink on my t-shirt
Blowin whites back and forth, beef boy was on the block
Niggas watchin bootleg flicks in the barber shop
Tony he was up in it, talkin bout dis and dat
Sayin niggas owe him money they gon' pay him or get clapped
Man when it come to the bread niggas know what im about
Nigga owe me 7grams I'm tryna air his ass out
Call the connect four times this nigga ain't callin back
All of sudden hes pumpin now dat niggas ain't got crack
Banks in the projects fuckin wit bitches that fuck bitches
Tryna get by her to give her sumtin in her momma kitchen
This rap shit just came to me son its like I be havin visions
After being shot the fuck up I make better descisions
I sat-back taught my soldiers how to re-act
El took my trey pound and blew blacks heart out his back
The beef don't mean nuttin to me son I'm always in drama
Shit I say in my rap is real I put that on my momma
Say a prey before I sleep, lord bless me wit sum cake
And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul he take
If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE
I'm The Man (Remix) lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Chris Brown)
[50 Cent:]
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
Every ghetto I know the same
We tryna make a little change
Preacher man come around talkin'
I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
I'ma put the powder in the pot
Whip it 'til I'm pullin' off a lot
Imagine when I pull it off the lot
New shit come without a top
Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop
Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop
[Chris Brown:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
[50 Cent:]
Ay, came in the game gettin' money
Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money
Niggas get to playin' with the money
Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money
They love to see a nigga on the bottom
Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low
A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole
Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's
Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
Shawty wanna fuck with me
Strippin', yeah, the jiggy, nigga
Later, she gon' hit my line
We ain't gon' waste no time
She suckin' and we fuckin' like she need me
While she make a bankroll easy
All the light in the room from the T.V
We gettin' it on then I'm gone
It's the type of shit that a nigga be on
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my.9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
[Chris Brown:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Came in the game gettin' money
I fuck with all the bitches gettin' money
But you love playin' games with the corny shit
Messin' with a nigga, only bought it 'cause I want it
You love to see a nigga at the bottom
You tried to come up, you don't keep it on the low
They like a drug, don't like you to call them hoes
I'm tryna break a booty down like 36 O's
I think I love a big fat A-O-D, make that bitch cum for free
Look at mommy shake it, I'ma call her, she gon' hit my line, fall in love every time
But if I don't pay, she gon' leave me, never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces
And I believe it, I ain't think this shit was easy, who am I now?
[50 Cent:]
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my.9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
[Chris Brown:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Know I'm the man, hoe I'm the man
Think she ain't special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw
They not on my level, that's why I look at you different, yeah, yeah
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
Every ghetto I know the same
We tryna make a little change
Preacher man come around talkin'
I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
I'ma put the powder in the pot
Whip it 'til I'm pullin' off a lot
Imagine when I pull it off the lot
New shit come without a top
Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop
Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop
[Chris Brown:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
[50 Cent:]
Ay, came in the game gettin' money
Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money
Niggas get to playin' with the money
Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money
They love to see a nigga on the bottom
Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low
A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole
Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's
Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
Shawty wanna fuck with me
Strippin', yeah, the jiggy, nigga
Later, she gon' hit my line
We ain't gon' waste no time
She suckin' and we fuckin' like she need me
While she make a bankroll easy
All the light in the room from the T.V
We gettin' it on then I'm gone
It's the type of shit that a nigga be on
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my.9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
[Chris Brown:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Came in the game gettin' money
I fuck with all the bitches gettin' money
But you love playin' games with the corny shit
Messin' with a nigga, only bought it 'cause I want it
You love to see a nigga at the bottom
You tried to come up, you don't keep it on the low
They like a drug, don't like you to call them hoes
I'm tryna break a booty down like 36 O's
I think I love a big fat A-O-D, make that bitch cum for free
Look at mommy shake it, I'ma call her, she gon' hit my line, fall in love every time
But if I don't pay, she gon' leave me, never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces
And I believe it, I ain't think this shit was easy, who am I now?
[50 Cent:]
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my.9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
[Chris Brown:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Know I'm the man, hoe I'm the man
Think she ain't special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw
They not on my level, that's why I look at you different, yeah, yeah
Jungle lyrics - 50 Cent
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will accomadate you.
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blue in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that feed 'em too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will accomadate you.
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blue in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that feed 'em too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
No Romeo No Juliet lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Chris Brown)
[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
Ay hoe, get back to twerkin', back to workin'
Get back to strippin', they back to tippin'
Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin'
Them bottles poppin', bitch them hoes callin' us
Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around bitch, shit is for real
Quick makin' a stack, back makin' some mill, I mean, get us a deal
Bitch fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel?
On the social network when they said a nigga really ain't got no chill
[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga!
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
PIMP, who the shotta them
I'm the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him
Had the homies come through, 400, that be the block
Take yo shit, we going up on the Instagram
Higher than a ceiling fan, I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen
I'm flying shit out the window like I was Peter Pan
I handle my own shit, I own shit
I loan shit, middle finger to the middle man
Anybody that can get it when they want it
Finger fuck bitches, she gon tell me when she cumin'
50 in this bitch and I ain't asking him for nothin'
That's my OG, if a nigga trippin', get to bustin'
Mo money mean mo problems
If your nigga got the money, we gon' rob him
Boy I'm simply, a P.I.M.P.
And I'm a let it go 'til the clip go empty
[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I'm getting big money, started going hard keep a nigga from hatin'
Remove the white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial dating
This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, my nigga sit on suede
Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch I got it made
We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page
You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge
You know my bottom bitch, I done told I'd break a nigga 12 ways
A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away
You hear my name on the street, circulating, you heard I'm cakin'
These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolating?
I got thing for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down
So a hoe feel like I'm right next to her when a nigga way up town
[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
Ay hoe, get back to twerkin', back to workin'
Get back to strippin', they back to tippin'
Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin'
Them bottles poppin', bitch them hoes callin' us
Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around bitch, shit is for real
Quick makin' a stack, back makin' some mill, I mean, get us a deal
Bitch fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel?
On the social network when they said a nigga really ain't got no chill
[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga!
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
PIMP, who the shotta them
I'm the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him
Had the homies come through, 400, that be the block
Take yo shit, we going up on the Instagram
Higher than a ceiling fan, I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen
I'm flying shit out the window like I was Peter Pan
I handle my own shit, I own shit
I loan shit, middle finger to the middle man
Anybody that can get it when they want it
Finger fuck bitches, she gon tell me when she cumin'
50 in this bitch and I ain't asking him for nothin'
That's my OG, if a nigga trippin', get to bustin'
Mo money mean mo problems
If your nigga got the money, we gon' rob him
Boy I'm simply, a P.I.M.P.
And I'm a let it go 'til the clip go empty
[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I'm getting big money, started going hard keep a nigga from hatin'
Remove the white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial dating
This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, my nigga sit on suede
Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch I got it made
We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page
You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge
You know my bottom bitch, I done told I'd break a nigga 12 ways
A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away
You hear my name on the street, circulating, you heard I'm cakin'
These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolating?
I got thing for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down
So a hoe feel like I'm right next to her when a nigga way up town
[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga
See Me Bleeding lyrics - 50Cent
They wanna see me Bleeding
When the Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom soles of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.
How did I get in here, life is a livin hell.
The walls are closing in it feels Like I'm trapt in prison cell
They pray for me to fail
But in my face they wish me well
But still I persevere
Deal with hand I was dealt
They neva gave me nothing every thing I got myself
So they cant tell me nothing Still they all in my grill
Try to claim that they real
Try to tell me they love me
But noone was ever there
They wanna see me bleeding
I never been scared
There ain't nothing I fear
Look in my eyes and u can see the soul of a man
They just don't understand
I walk with my gun in my hand I bust up in the air
Give niggas a runnin chance
A soldier in the trinchez A wreisel in the fire
See I'm that young nigga OG's hate to admire
Its the hate that inspires
My love for getting rich and im'a die tryin.
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.
Man I'm ready to ride
Why they want me to die
They wanna live my life
I can see the hate in they eyes
Somebody tell me why
When I look in the sky
He don't ever look down
I guess that he don't hear my cries
Please show me a sign
That I got enough time
To get outta the grind
A gettin' in the shine
I’m tryn to hold it down
But I ain't worried man,what goes around comes around
They wanna see me Bleeding
My backs against the wall
Niggaz is all talk come on talk no bite niggaz is all bark
I'm the light in the dark
I ignite like a spark
The pimpin in me will never die Preach what mama told ya
Go an get what u want and remember the south cause u never know where you goin if you don't know where your from
So I lifted the trunk and chunked the deuce sideways break them boys off
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’ma stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.
Nanananananaaaaaaa (Yeahh)
They wanna see me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaa (uh huh)
They Wanna see (come on) me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaaa
Everything ain't what it seems
Take a look at wat I see
One eye on the prize the other on my enemies
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.
Nanananananaaaaa, Nanananananaaaaa Nanananananaaaaa
When the Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom soles of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.
How did I get in here, life is a livin hell.
The walls are closing in it feels Like I'm trapt in prison cell
They pray for me to fail
But in my face they wish me well
But still I persevere
Deal with hand I was dealt
They neva gave me nothing every thing I got myself
So they cant tell me nothing Still they all in my grill
Try to claim that they real
Try to tell me they love me
But noone was ever there
They wanna see me bleeding
I never been scared
There ain't nothing I fear
Look in my eyes and u can see the soul of a man
They just don't understand
I walk with my gun in my hand I bust up in the air
Give niggas a runnin chance
A soldier in the trinchez A wreisel in the fire
See I'm that young nigga OG's hate to admire
Its the hate that inspires
My love for getting rich and im'a die tryin.
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.
Man I'm ready to ride
Why they want me to die
They wanna live my life
I can see the hate in they eyes
Somebody tell me why
When I look in the sky
He don't ever look down
I guess that he don't hear my cries
Please show me a sign
That I got enough time
To get outta the grind
A gettin' in the shine
I’m tryn to hold it down
But I ain't worried man,what goes around comes around
They wanna see me Bleeding
My backs against the wall
Niggaz is all talk come on talk no bite niggaz is all bark
I'm the light in the dark
I ignite like a spark
The pimpin in me will never die Preach what mama told ya
Go an get what u want and remember the south cause u never know where you goin if you don't know where your from
So I lifted the trunk and chunked the deuce sideways break them boys off
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’ma stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.
Nanananananaaaaaaa (Yeahh)
They wanna see me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaa (uh huh)
They Wanna see (come on) me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaaa
Everything ain't what it seems
Take a look at wat I see
One eye on the prize the other on my enemies
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.
Nanananananaaaaa, Nanananananaaaaa Nanananananaaaaa
Still Think I'm Nothing lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jeremih)
[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
Oh yeah
(Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit)
Ouuh
Bongo By The Way
[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)
[50 Cent:]
If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to
When you come up how I came up, life's not gentle
See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due
I prayed on it, God didn't say nothing back
Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack
Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it
A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna' take it
You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber
Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah
If niggas want problems I'm sayin' this no problem
I catch 'em on the late night and dearly depart 'em
[Jeremih:]
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...
[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)
[50 Cent:]
I remember all the shit you said to me 'cause it hurt me
Then it helped me 'cause then I was down to do the dirt
See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route
I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out
And I got all kind of money now
Look what you made me
Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy
My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard
Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (God!)
From playin' with Hot Wheels to collecting cars
That shit in the duPont REGISTRY's in my yard
Somehow the bullshit shifted
Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted
And I be like
[Jeremih:]
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...
[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)
Oh yeah
(Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit)
Ouuh
Bongo By The Way
[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)
[50 Cent:]
If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to
When you come up how I came up, life's not gentle
See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due
I prayed on it, God didn't say nothing back
Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack
Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it
A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna' take it
You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber
Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah
If niggas want problems I'm sayin' this no problem
I catch 'em on the late night and dearly depart 'em
[Jeremih:]
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...
[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)
[50 Cent:]
I remember all the shit you said to me 'cause it hurt me
Then it helped me 'cause then I was down to do the dirt
See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route
I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out
And I got all kind of money now
Look what you made me
Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy
My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard
Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (God!)
From playin' with Hot Wheels to collecting cars
That shit in the duPont REGISTRY's in my yard
Somehow the bullshit shifted
Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted
And I be like
[Jeremih:]
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...
[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)
Street King Energy Track #7 (You Lose) lyrics - 50 Cent
[Girl:]
You, I love you so much
I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
[50 Cent:]
Alright, alright, that's enough
Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit
Nigga this is simple, not complicated
I-I-I can't be faded
I'm starting to think I made it
Get out of line, out line, line, out line
Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga
Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya
There's no running from me
Picture me in my darkest hour
I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward
Like the blood in your veins
You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain
Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine
I'm higher than Jevolter he's flying a plane
No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
The barrow that llama, hot, yeah like a sauna
Bricks in the door panel causing to fare Osama
Time for a tale of shoes, you fare damo
Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano
I'm crashing the train, they call me the piano man
I move the keys fuck a piano, man
I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
Beef I let it blow, I hop a fence and dump it
Niggas be talking all that jazz
When they get down to the get down they ask
That base so deep, my heart so cold
I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row
[Hook:]
Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce
Say the wrong shit out your mouth I'll A your ass out
One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast
My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz
I don't wanna play so I don't play fair
You know it's not polite to stare at my cartiere
Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor
Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major
I used to cut crack on my grandmama China
And cook coke think I'm the chef from Elle's Diner
Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar
When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car
They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far
I love war, in fact, I'm the commander
I want you to open the box of pandor'
I'll destroy you and everything you stand for
[Hook]
Yeah, I'm a South-side nigga to the bone
And when my niggas ain't around, I do it on my own
Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah
That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit
Wait till y'all hear the shit
You, I love you so much
I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
[50 Cent:]
Alright, alright, that's enough
Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit
Nigga this is simple, not complicated
I-I-I can't be faded
I'm starting to think I made it
Get out of line, out line, line, out line
Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga
Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya
There's no running from me
Picture me in my darkest hour
I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward
Like the blood in your veins
You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain
Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine
I'm higher than Jevolter he's flying a plane
No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
The barrow that llama, hot, yeah like a sauna
Bricks in the door panel causing to fare Osama
Time for a tale of shoes, you fare damo
Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano
I'm crashing the train, they call me the piano man
I move the keys fuck a piano, man
I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
Beef I let it blow, I hop a fence and dump it
Niggas be talking all that jazz
When they get down to the get down they ask
That base so deep, my heart so cold
I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row
[Hook:]
Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce
Say the wrong shit out your mouth I'll A your ass out
One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast
My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz
I don't wanna play so I don't play fair
You know it's not polite to stare at my cartiere
Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor
Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major
I used to cut crack on my grandmama China
And cook coke think I'm the chef from Elle's Diner
Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar
When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car
They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far
I love war, in fact, I'm the commander
I want you to open the box of pandor'
I'll destroy you and everything you stand for
[Hook]
Yeah, I'm a South-side nigga to the bone
And when my niggas ain't around, I do it on my own
Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah
That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit
Wait till y'all hear the shit
This Is Murder Not Music lyrics - 50 Cent
I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that
This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[x2]
Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin',
nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do. [Laughs]I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that
This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[x2]
Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin',
nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do. [Laughs]
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that
This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[x2]
Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin',
nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do. [Laughs]I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that
This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[x2]
Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin',
nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do. [Laughs]
Warning You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Skylar Grey)
[Hook: Skylar Grey]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow
Failing's not an option, my son's turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin'
Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then
Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit
Who needs enemies my friend keep shootin' my friends
They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz
Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block
[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up with wasn't bumpin' me
Product of the slum, I guess it's misery loves company
Told 'em I'm a winner I be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed then
JMJ didn't work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around that's when you know you're on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'm a show em
I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before 'em
I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
I Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy
[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"
Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop
It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the key
All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head
They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops
I'm not a bully of the East, if I don't start no beef
I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets
I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done
Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one
[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow
Failing's not an option, my son's turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin'
Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then
Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit
Who needs enemies my friend keep shootin' my friends
They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz
Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block
[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up with wasn't bumpin' me
Product of the slum, I guess it's misery loves company
Told 'em I'm a winner I be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed then
JMJ didn't work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around that's when you know you're on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'm a show em
I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before 'em
I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
I Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy
[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"
Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop
It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the key
All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head
They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops
I'm not a bully of the East, if I don't start no beef
I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets
I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done
Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one
[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me
New Day lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Dr. Dre & Alicia Keys)
[Intro]
It don't take much strength to pull a trigger
But try and get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let's see 'em try that
Then we'll see who's the real tough guy
The working man is the tough guy
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Verse 1: Dr Dre]
I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me
When I was feeling like, Miller Lite and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I'm getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It's probably why my only competition is myself
From today to tomorrow
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, though I ain't forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin', uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif' still in this bitch, bitch
We going the distance with you party people, come on
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it gets ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I'm on automatic pilot, ain't nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty ain't filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride, I don't hide, I dump to get 'em off of me
I'm a leader, good to see the natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I'm from the bottom
Soon as I spot 'em I get to drop 'em
I got 'em I cut my piece and I dot 'em
It's dinner time when the 9 come out
It's off the chain off, off the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
Clocks on the wall
It's now or never at all
I'm gonna give it my all, oh
Whether I rise or fall, oh
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
True story, I said I'd get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
We paper chasin', I'm always coming in first, cuz
I'm built for it, see I'm better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I'm coming to get ya
I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing ain't an option
I'm sharp I'm on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I'm back on my A-game
I'm focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I'm stronger than an ox now mentally
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
It don't take much strength to pull a trigger
But try and get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let's see 'em try that
Then we'll see who's the real tough guy
The working man is the tough guy
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Verse 1: Dr Dre]
I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me
When I was feeling like, Miller Lite and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I'm getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It's probably why my only competition is myself
From today to tomorrow
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, though I ain't forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin', uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif' still in this bitch, bitch
We going the distance with you party people, come on
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it gets ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I'm on automatic pilot, ain't nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty ain't filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride, I don't hide, I dump to get 'em off of me
I'm a leader, good to see the natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I'm from the bottom
Soon as I spot 'em I get to drop 'em
I got 'em I cut my piece and I dot 'em
It's dinner time when the 9 come out
It's off the chain off, off the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
Clocks on the wall
It's now or never at all
I'm gonna give it my all, oh
Whether I rise or fall, oh
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
True story, I said I'd get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
We paper chasin', I'm always coming in first, cuz
I'm built for it, see I'm better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I'm coming to get ya
I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing ain't an option
I'm sharp I'm on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I'm back on my A-game
I'm focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I'm stronger than an ox now mentally
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
My Crown lyrics - 50 Cent
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[Intro]
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They will never ever take my crown [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Nah... nah!
I'm still the shit, I'm rich already
Fuck around we'll be readin yo' obituary
My whip clean, my watch clean
9 karats hoe, that's what I call a pinky ring
Don't even trick, my heart cold
Around the globe, I'm-I'm-I'm on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say I'm grimy, up to no good, oh God
Shawty work that, when she twerk that
She a 10 and she damn close to perfect
I might wan' stunt, throw a hundred racks
Get my man a strap, he gon' get my money back
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
[Chorus]
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things get better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officer who's asking for a search
They found no weapon just saw me a draw first [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Gram after gram, time after time
I got the grind, I can't help it I got the shine
I do it big, you're stupid big
I could fit like half the projects in my crib
You stick around, I'm outta here
You on the ground, I'm in the Lear
I love yachts, banana boats
Either way, call my nigga, got to get the dope
They done made me mad, now I'm in my bag
And I'm back with the strap, catch a case, beat a case, rich nigga swag
Every step I take, every little itty-bitty move I make
Turn the big bags of birthday cake, I can't even fit this shit in my SAFE!
W-w-wait! Got more money, come and try not to hate
Why you think a nigga in and out of state? I'm a pro on the low when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread, I'm flashy, I'm shinin
I get the bread, I blow the bread, and my bitches, and my diamonds
[Chorus]
[Intro]
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They will never ever take my crown [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Nah... nah!
I'm still the shit, I'm rich already
Fuck around we'll be readin yo' obituary
My whip clean, my watch clean
9 karats hoe, that's what I call a pinky ring
Don't even trick, my heart cold
Around the globe, I'm-I'm-I'm on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say I'm grimy, up to no good, oh God
Shawty work that, when she twerk that
She a 10 and she damn close to perfect
I might wan' stunt, throw a hundred racks
Get my man a strap, he gon' get my money back
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
[Chorus]
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things get better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officer who's asking for a search
They found no weapon just saw me a draw first [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Gram after gram, time after time
I got the grind, I can't help it I got the shine
I do it big, you're stupid big
I could fit like half the projects in my crib
You stick around, I'm outta here
You on the ground, I'm in the Lear
I love yachts, banana boats
Either way, call my nigga, got to get the dope
They done made me mad, now I'm in my bag
And I'm back with the strap, catch a case, beat a case, rich nigga swag
Every step I take, every little itty-bitty move I make
Turn the big bags of birthday cake, I can't even fit this shit in my SAFE!
W-w-wait! Got more money, come and try not to hate
Why you think a nigga in and out of state? I'm a pro on the low when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread, I'm flashy, I'm shinin
I get the bread, I blow the bread, and my bitches, and my diamonds
[Chorus]
NY lyrics - 50 Cent
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[50 Cent]
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round, I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on
I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi', I just lame back on 'em
Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
Nigga get in the way I'll bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em
I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em
I'm comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
[50 Cent]
I hate when you niggaz do shit then make me ask why
If you the homie why you won't go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry?
I'll grow old in the yard starin at the sky
Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies?
And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you were splittin up stacks
That shit you told the people got 'em under an axe
Now why, would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round, I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on
I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi', I just lame back on 'em
Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
Nigga get in the way I'll bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em
I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em
I'm comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
[50 Cent]
I hate when you niggaz do shit then make me ask why
If you the homie why you won't go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry?
I'll grow old in the yard starin at the sky
Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies?
And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you were splittin up stacks
That shit you told the people got 'em under an axe
Now why, would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!
[Chorus]
United Nations lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
Uh uh uh yeah
Uh, uhhh
Uh uh uh yeah {"SMS, Audio"}
Uh, uhhh
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got big bags of paper I'ma spennnnd, uhhh
We gon' do it how we do it then do the shit againnnn, uhhh
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna winnnn, uhhh
We celebratin like a nigga home fresh out the pen, uhhh
[50 Cent]
I'm on, bitches all on my john
To get bread and don't blow bread, the fuck is the point?
Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
Pop a X then a blue pill then wreck a bitch
I like it raw; ooh baby ohh baby I like it raw
Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow
The morning after, plan B, no kids involved
Please no kids involved
I put that money in a vault bitch, Usain Bolt quickness
But let's make a deal then blow mil's for real
Uh, time's a-wastin, you're watchin my watch, huh?
You're old school, huh? You're jockin my style, uhh
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't give a flyin fuck, I always make bail
Motherfuck an award, check Forbes I'm there
Not once, e-ve-ry year!
Even when I take a break my pockets is in shape
I'm back off of vacation
Can you believe it I been gettin paid on vacation?
Yeah, I'ma keep niggaz forever hatin
They thought I'm goin down now look I'm levitatin
I'm with Deepak, meditatin
In Somalia and Kenya with United Nations
Fundin the World Food Programme
I'm fin' to solve world hunger, goddamn!
[Chorus]
Uh uh uh yeah
Uh, uhhh
Uh uh uh yeah {"SMS, Audio"}
Uh, uhhh
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got big bags of paper I'ma spennnnd, uhhh
We gon' do it how we do it then do the shit againnnn, uhhh
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna winnnn, uhhh
We celebratin like a nigga home fresh out the pen, uhhh
[50 Cent]
I'm on, bitches all on my john
To get bread and don't blow bread, the fuck is the point?
Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
Pop a X then a blue pill then wreck a bitch
I like it raw; ooh baby ohh baby I like it raw
Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow
The morning after, plan B, no kids involved
Please no kids involved
I put that money in a vault bitch, Usain Bolt quickness
But let's make a deal then blow mil's for real
Uh, time's a-wastin, you're watchin my watch, huh?
You're old school, huh? You're jockin my style, uhh
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't give a flyin fuck, I always make bail
Motherfuck an award, check Forbes I'm there
Not once, e-ve-ry year!
Even when I take a break my pockets is in shape
I'm back off of vacation
Can you believe it I been gettin paid on vacation?
Yeah, I'ma keep niggaz forever hatin
They thought I'm goin down now look I'm levitatin
I'm with Deepak, meditatin
In Somalia and Kenya with United Nations
Fundin the World Food Programme
I'm fin' to solve world hunger, goddamn!
[Chorus]
Business Mind lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Hayes)
[Intro: Hayes]
Hayes, haha
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[Hayes]
While rubbin elbows in the hills of high society
I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me
Built the bullshit, sense of pride inside of me
On the rise to fly a car, hatin on varieties
[50 Cent]
Look, I don't need no bitch niggaz surroundin me
Get caught you better stick to the codes that you provided B
If you don't plead the 5th you get your whole shit split
So call kingpins, get real money to snitch
[Hayes]
I know it sounds hard to believe this bullshit
but sometimes you need money to see who you cool with
See niggaz hustle hard and cop 'em a few whips
Then end up poppin niggaz they used to be cool with
I'm a
[50 Cent]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Furs suede, my car is decor
Nigga I been the boss, I employ my boys
And show 'em a bunch of shit they never seen before
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got a business mind - that block is mine
That brick and them Glocks is mine
I got a business mind - that drop is mine
These knots and this watch is mine
I got a business mind - you can't stop my shine
A nigga got a World Guinness Book rhyme
I got a business mind - and I pop my nine
You fuck around find out in time
[50 Cent]
I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed
Got niggaz that'll do this shit just cause they bored
Man I ain't even got to tell niggaz what for
[Hayes]
You think you cool but I swat your type of fly
Yeah you cross your T's but you forgot your I's/eyes
That's why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya
Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of
[50 Cent]
Corporate America, gangstas we got 'em tearin up
We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us
We feel the life that we live is unfair to us
America's an oven, you got to break bread for us
[Hayes]
"Go hard or die soft" is what was said to us
So if it's gunplay you gon' get shot instead of us
Crackers be thinkin they one step ahead of us
I say shit like that to let 'em know that I'm aware of it
[50 Cent]
Keep accountants to countin, I got lawyers to share kid
Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch
They said death or jail is what's ahead of us
So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is I'm a
[Hayes]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Fur is suede, and my car is decor
Nigga I been a boss, I employ my boys
Matter fact, I don't even wanna chat no more!
[Chorus]
Hayes, haha
{"SMS, Audio"}
[Hayes]
While rubbin elbows in the hills of high society
I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me
Built the bullshit, sense of pride inside of me
On the rise to fly a car, hatin on varieties
[50 Cent]
Look, I don't need no bitch niggaz surroundin me
Get caught you better stick to the codes that you provided B
If you don't plead the 5th you get your whole shit split
So call kingpins, get real money to snitch
[Hayes]
I know it sounds hard to believe this bullshit
but sometimes you need money to see who you cool with
See niggaz hustle hard and cop 'em a few whips
Then end up poppin niggaz they used to be cool with
I'm a
[50 Cent]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Furs suede, my car is decor
Nigga I been the boss, I employ my boys
And show 'em a bunch of shit they never seen before
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got a business mind - that block is mine
That brick and them Glocks is mine
I got a business mind - that drop is mine
These knots and this watch is mine
I got a business mind - you can't stop my shine
A nigga got a World Guinness Book rhyme
I got a business mind - and I pop my nine
You fuck around find out in time
[50 Cent]
I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed
Got niggaz that'll do this shit just cause they bored
Man I ain't even got to tell niggaz what for
[Hayes]
You think you cool but I swat your type of fly
Yeah you cross your T's but you forgot your I's/eyes
That's why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya
Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of
[50 Cent]
Corporate America, gangstas we got 'em tearin up
We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us
We feel the life that we live is unfair to us
America's an oven, you got to break bread for us
[Hayes]
"Go hard or die soft" is what was said to us
So if it's gunplay you gon' get shot instead of us
Crackers be thinkin they one step ahead of us
I say shit like that to let 'em know that I'm aware of it
[50 Cent]
Keep accountants to countin, I got lawyers to share kid
Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch
They said death or jail is what's ahead of us
So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is I'm a
[Hayes]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Fur is suede, and my car is decor
Nigga I been a boss, I employ my boys
Matter fact, I don't even wanna chat no more!
[Chorus]
Roll That Shit lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)
[Intro]
"I really hate havin to resort
to knockin elderly people in the head for they money!
But I'll do it! I'll do it!
Yea, you know I'll do it
I'll do it, I'll do it
Yea, you know I'll do it
I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh"
{"SMS, Audio"}
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"}
(Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me)
I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit
(That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!)
My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top
It's hot, I'm checkin my AP
If I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' roll
Nigga you must be crazy
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit...
I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit...
[50 Cent]
Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did
Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread
Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat
Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
Kush smoke same color to match that coat
I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin
Dom poppin, party rockin
My beat knockin, your bitch watchin
My feds clockin my shit
Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks
Get your ass whipped you step on my shit
Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch
Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick
This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
That shit fake, Audemars don't tick
Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit?
I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick
I'ma match that deal with my hat
They said I fell off, I snapped right back
Nigga my money can't fit in no safe
Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face
Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault
Better have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke
[Chorus]
[Kidd Kidd (50 Cent)]
HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did
Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big
Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick
Give me brain like I ain't got no sense
I got change, dollars and lil' cents
I got rich, they ain't seen me since
Now it's all startin to make sense
I pull up in that brand new Benz
All of a sudden I got brand new friends
Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka
BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind
(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)
I forgot she was in my bed
(I roll the shit - I smoke the shit)
Damn! I blew through all my bread
That Lambo ain't got no top
Man I'm hotter than stove top
Rider Gang, we on top
And we havin a smoke-out
Eyes low but I'm so high
Don't ask me, I don't know why
I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit
As long pass the shit don't ask me shit, HUH!
[Chorus]
"I really hate havin to resort
to knockin elderly people in the head for they money!
But I'll do it! I'll do it!
Yea, you know I'll do it
I'll do it, I'll do it
Yea, you know I'll do it
I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh"
{"SMS, Audio"}
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"}
(Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me)
I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit
(That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!)
My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top
It's hot, I'm checkin my AP
If I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' roll
Nigga you must be crazy
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit...
I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit...
[50 Cent]
Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did
Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread
Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat
Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
Kush smoke same color to match that coat
I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin
Dom poppin, party rockin
My beat knockin, your bitch watchin
My feds clockin my shit
Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks
Get your ass whipped you step on my shit
Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch
Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick
This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
That shit fake, Audemars don't tick
Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit?
I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick
I'ma match that deal with my hat
They said I fell off, I snapped right back
Nigga my money can't fit in no safe
Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face
Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault
Better have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke
[Chorus]
[Kidd Kidd (50 Cent)]
HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did
Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big
Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick
Give me brain like I ain't got no sense
I got change, dollars and lil' cents
I got rich, they ain't seen me since
Now it's all startin to make sense
I pull up in that brand new Benz
All of a sudden I got brand new friends
Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka
BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind
(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)
I forgot she was in my bed
(I roll the shit - I smoke the shit)
Damn! I blew through all my bread
That Lambo ain't got no top
Man I'm hotter than stove top
Rider Gang, we on top
And we havin a smoke-out
Eyes low but I'm so high
Don't ask me, I don't know why
I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit
As long pass the shit don't ask me shit, HUH!
[Chorus]
Leave The Lights On lyrics - 50 Cent
Say man we don't need much to come to the freak show
Come to the freak show
Fuck that, leave the lights on
Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on
Can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, I can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, leave the lights on
68-69 leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sister and put the pipe down
Girl I make the bed rock like I'm on a yacht
Shit citation tink prick lick my cock baby
Time's money check my turbion movement
I'm rich big, I say move, you get to move
And now my Bentley moves on, tight nigga I'm crusing
It ain't hard to tell who's running, who's loosing
Got a pent house around my wrist, I'm flashing out
Condo around my neck, I'm cashing out
I'm nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get
I got whip for days, I got kick for days
Louie, Hermes', hard the Jimmy Choo's
Ferogamo, Dolce Gabana, red bottom blues
Plus I got the Prada collection
I might leave my sochs on sex on old habbits
Babe show me what you know
Let the freak in you come out on the low
68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on
Girl I never known all that S&M shit
Girl leave the spikes for me but you can get your ass whiped
Limited time, skip the foreplay
I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way
Hair pin's good you be looking excited
Seven hour flight she already 'rotic
London, Paris, France, Japan
Talk to me girl while we fuck, I can understand
Let's get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning
Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning
Started the next round, lick from my neck down
So she did do felatio correct. Wow!
I'll play monkey see, monkey do
So everything you do to me I do to you
It tickels but I am quite here
What the fuck she tryna see with her tongue stuck in my ear
68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on
Girl girl I know you want me
Well why the hell wouldn't you want me?
Shorty now push up on it
Zip down my zipper, play with the pithon
You gon be just be like that?
You so insensitive, hurt my feelings
I mean from the bottom of my heart
I love you
Come to the freak show
Fuck that, leave the lights on
Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on
Can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, I can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, leave the lights on
68-69 leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sister and put the pipe down
Girl I make the bed rock like I'm on a yacht
Shit citation tink prick lick my cock baby
Time's money check my turbion movement
I'm rich big, I say move, you get to move
And now my Bentley moves on, tight nigga I'm crusing
It ain't hard to tell who's running, who's loosing
Got a pent house around my wrist, I'm flashing out
Condo around my neck, I'm cashing out
I'm nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get
I got whip for days, I got kick for days
Louie, Hermes', hard the Jimmy Choo's
Ferogamo, Dolce Gabana, red bottom blues
Plus I got the Prada collection
I might leave my sochs on sex on old habbits
Babe show me what you know
Let the freak in you come out on the low
68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on
Girl I never known all that S&M shit
Girl leave the spikes for me but you can get your ass whiped
Limited time, skip the foreplay
I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way
Hair pin's good you be looking excited
Seven hour flight she already 'rotic
London, Paris, France, Japan
Talk to me girl while we fuck, I can understand
Let's get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning
Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning
Started the next round, lick from my neck down
So she did do felatio correct. Wow!
I'll play monkey see, monkey do
So everything you do to me I do to you
It tickels but I am quite here
What the fuck she tryna see with her tongue stuck in my ear
68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on
Girl girl I know you want me
Well why the hell wouldn't you want me?
Shorty now push up on it
Zip down my zipper, play with the pithon
You gon be just be like that?
You so insensitive, hurt my feelings
I mean from the bottom of my heart
I love you
Money lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Startin to feel like there's nothin left to talk about but the, money, money
Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money
Nigga I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes
I'm focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
Look, I don't wan' talk 'bout these hoes
Let's talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
[50 Cent]
In high school I had coke and dope money
I blew, now I'm sittin on Bugatti boat money
I'm eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money
It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline
Go 'head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money
You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money
Who wan' catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade
Catch a case, bail bond, I'm out the next day
Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money
Talkin 'bout private jet, heliport chopper money
And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me
I don't trick, e'ry now and then I toss her money
Fuck, nut, get up, that's abortion money
I'll kill if I have to, don't force me homie
I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money
I hate when niggaz act like bitches cause it costs me money
What the fuck!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I'm in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen
It's the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin
My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay
Nowadays I'm just happy things are goin my way
I'm straight, some say I got more than I need
Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed
It's amazing, I made it here on my own
I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to count, the amount I spent
Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent
I got it made, I got Brinks truck money
Euros, grams[?], you wan' borrow some from me?
My bank statements have you niggaz like "Damn!"
Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man
Get married, pay for one bitch, I'll buy her bar food
Kids don't try this shit at home, you can't do the shit I do
Whassup?
[Chorus]
{"SMS, Audio"}
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Startin to feel like there's nothin left to talk about but the, money, money
Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money
Nigga I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes
I'm focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
Look, I don't wan' talk 'bout these hoes
Let's talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
[50 Cent]
In high school I had coke and dope money
I blew, now I'm sittin on Bugatti boat money
I'm eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money
It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline
Go 'head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money
You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money
Who wan' catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade
Catch a case, bail bond, I'm out the next day
Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money
Talkin 'bout private jet, heliport chopper money
And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me
I don't trick, e'ry now and then I toss her money
Fuck, nut, get up, that's abortion money
I'll kill if I have to, don't force me homie
I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money
I hate when niggaz act like bitches cause it costs me money
What the fuck!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I'm in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen
It's the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin
My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay
Nowadays I'm just happy things are goin my way
I'm straight, some say I got more than I need
Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed
It's amazing, I made it here on my own
I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to count, the amount I spent
Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent
I got it made, I got Brinks truck money
Euros, grams[?], you wan' borrow some from me?
My bank statements have you niggaz like "Damn!"
Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man
Get married, pay for one bitch, I'll buy her bar food
Kids don't try this shit at home, you can't do the shit I do
Whassup?
[Chorus]
{"SMS, Audio"}
Definition Of Sexy lyrics - 50 Cent
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
Seduction, I'm stumblin'
She weak and doubtin' my eyes
She want a kick in her thighs
It's perfect, it's worth it
I do what I got to get it
I ain't trippin' shit, I'm with it
I put it down when I hit it
She'll be so happy she did it
I bet she'll never forget it
In bed I'm like a wizard
Shoulder I squeeze in
She'll wanna kiss it over and over
Her body's a nap, I'm the God
I'm just here to show 'er
How I get to that G spot, non-stop
Tic toc, time fly
Hella fun, no lie
Oh I know I can give her what she needs
Slow mo or high speed
Existential need
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
You can hear us from the next room when we go at it
I started her addiction, she got a habit
She gotta have it, I'm always on my job
I work it nice and hard, I mean I work it how she wants
She my homie lover friend and she might just bring her other friend
Feel the rush, adrenaline, I make it to your basement
I say just keep it simple baby
We ain't gotta talk, look baby
If you want it and I want it
Maybe you should have it
Maybe we got one life to live
It's precious the time we share
Now call me when you're in need
Baby girl, I'll be there
Folks showin' me
You can confide, I'm a ride
24/7, ready to cross it
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
She's the definition
She's the definition
She is
She is
She is
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
Seduction, I'm stumblin'
She weak and doubtin' my eyes
She want a kick in her thighs
It's perfect, it's worth it
I do what I got to get it
I ain't trippin' shit, I'm with it
I put it down when I hit it
She'll be so happy she did it
I bet she'll never forget it
In bed I'm like a wizard
Shoulder I squeeze in
She'll wanna kiss it over and over
Her body's a nap, I'm the God
I'm just here to show 'er
How I get to that G spot, non-stop
Tic toc, time fly
Hella fun, no lie
Oh I know I can give her what she needs
Slow mo or high speed
Existential need
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
You can hear us from the next room when we go at it
I started her addiction, she got a habit
She gotta have it, I'm always on my job
I work it nice and hard, I mean I work it how she wants
She my homie lover friend and she might just bring her other friend
Feel the rush, adrenaline, I make it to your basement
I say just keep it simple baby
We ain't gotta talk, look baby
If you want it and I want it
Maybe you should have it
Maybe we got one life to live
It's precious the time we share
Now call me when you're in need
Baby girl, I'll be there
Folks showin' me
You can confide, I'm a ride
24/7, ready to cross it
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
She's the definition
She's the definition
She is
She is
She is
Be My Bitch lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Brevi)
Shawty say she straight, cant wait till tonight to turn her out babee
Take her to a different world, get her baby girl
[Brevi (50 Cent)]
I'll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby)
We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain't gotta pay
[50 Cent]
Take her ass downtown, the Bentley drop top show her all around
Later when we get back we can show her how we live
Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib
[Brevi]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[50 Cent]
My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing
Why would I complain shes everything to me man
We match together perfect isn't this amazing isn't this amazing
Back massage minaj they turned on I'm hard
Great sex latex I'm playing my part
Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking
Until its damn near breaking
I can tell you from the get go
So you know how this shit go
This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental
I'm about to break it down all the freaky shit we into
If your not into her your into me and well still get u
[Brevi]
Right when we get to the crib step right in
Boy you know what they say
You can be my bitch
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[50 Cent]
I'm headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby
I'll be gone for a while I'm leaving you in charge now haha haha
Shwaty wanna play at anytime I'm away it ain't OK
But when I come back you know that's how its going down
Well be back up in this bitch passing her around
You don't want me just to play my roll
You don't want me to come take control
You don't want me to move in too slow
You just wanna see me run this show
Lets go lets go lets go
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
Take her to a different world, get her baby girl
[Brevi (50 Cent)]
I'll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby)
We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain't gotta pay
[50 Cent]
Take her ass downtown, the Bentley drop top show her all around
Later when we get back we can show her how we live
Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib
[Brevi]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[50 Cent]
My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing
Why would I complain shes everything to me man
We match together perfect isn't this amazing isn't this amazing
Back massage minaj they turned on I'm hard
Great sex latex I'm playing my part
Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking
Until its damn near breaking
I can tell you from the get go
So you know how this shit go
This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental
I'm about to break it down all the freaky shit we into
If your not into her your into me and well still get u
[Brevi]
Right when we get to the crib step right in
Boy you know what they say
You can be my bitch
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[50 Cent]
I'm headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby
I'll be gone for a while I'm leaving you in charge now haha haha
Shwaty wanna play at anytime I'm away it ain't OK
But when I come back you know that's how its going down
Well be back up in this bitch passing her around
You don't want me just to play my roll
You don't want me to come take control
You don't want me to move in too slow
You just wanna see me run this show
Lets go lets go lets go
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
Can I Speak To You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Schoolboy Q)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent
Right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the four
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
I'm cyber pimping I'm so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me bitch
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em', Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I'm a usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit
[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I'm gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that's Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I've seen your home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money you's a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent
Right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the four
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
I'm cyber pimping I'm so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me bitch
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em', Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I'm a usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit
[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I'm gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that's Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I've seen your home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money you's a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga
Get Busy lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Get busy
Get busy
I'm insane yea, shit changed
I'm the head of that bang, bang
Anywhere gang,
Make it rain, trick
Make it rain
I hold on to mine
And buy more cocaine, I'm
Off the chain
Nigga I ain't playin'
I get it him with the semi nigga
Stun I let it rain
He rap I rap
But we ain't the same
He love a dame
I run a train
Canary yellow rocks in my ring
Everything private, my hoes in my planes
Every now bartender more champaigne
I shawn like crowman's Arizona rain
I stunt when I want
I ain't never gonna change
I go load the wood in my cardian frames
This what happens when a bebe kid,
Blow up, up on out this bitch
[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, nigga you ain't got it like me
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
Get busy get busy
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Tell me why you don't like me
My chain too icy
The diamonds on my right hand
Striking like lightning
Throwing cake on your wife
When she liking the icing and uh
It's not even my birthday
She tellin' me she love me
And I wanna be your happy pusher
Then pulled the beetle in the first place
Nah dance the Ali Key let me hold some
Look 'cause I know you know
And I know you nothing
With your rope in, coat in
Type of shit gonna get wild with no man
Ride a game thing, play the bitch without the ball
It's my night boy better love 'till mor'
I'm a boss plus walking big ballin' and
Talking, benz parking, rims glosin', click closer
Tell her way you drained the bottles
With the towels sparkling
Say money talks, bitch my money talks
Now
[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, you ain't got it like me
Doing like me
Get busy get busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Yeah
Get busy
Get busy
I'm insane yea, shit changed
I'm the head of that bang, bang
Anywhere gang,
Make it rain, trick
Make it rain
I hold on to mine
And buy more cocaine, I'm
Off the chain
Nigga I ain't playin'
I get it him with the semi nigga
Stun I let it rain
He rap I rap
But we ain't the same
He love a dame
I run a train
Canary yellow rocks in my ring
Everything private, my hoes in my planes
Every now bartender more champaigne
I shawn like crowman's Arizona rain
I stunt when I want
I ain't never gonna change
I go load the wood in my cardian frames
This what happens when a bebe kid,
Blow up, up on out this bitch
[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, nigga you ain't got it like me
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
Get busy get busy
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Tell me why you don't like me
My chain too icy
The diamonds on my right hand
Striking like lightning
Throwing cake on your wife
When she liking the icing and uh
It's not even my birthday
She tellin' me she love me
And I wanna be your happy pusher
Then pulled the beetle in the first place
Nah dance the Ali Key let me hold some
Look 'cause I know you know
And I know you nothing
With your rope in, coat in
Type of shit gonna get wild with no man
Ride a game thing, play the bitch without the ball
It's my night boy better love 'till mor'
I'm a boss plus walking big ballin' and
Talking, benz parking, rims glosin', click closer
Tell her way you drained the bottles
With the towels sparkling
Say money talks, bitch my money talks
Now
[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, you ain't got it like me
Doing like me
Get busy get busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Yeah
Double Up - Tone Mason lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Hayes)
It is what it is, son, niggers can't stand it
It's my flip flop and niggers been rounding 'round the planet
Welcome to Miami. Our friends say welcome to Miami.
There's keys to jah, welcome to back yard
Back to back poses and niggers go there hard
I love money. Niggers just drove money
Lord, if I spin circle there is no money
Leave none to a nigger, nigga I'm comfy'
Grow honey racks on a bitch, I told you she want me
If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, fuck the hoe and forget the hoe
Then a hoe be a hoe be a pimp, pay the rent
I'm a fly nigger on a hotel by flashy
But it's natural, then nigga tell me now, can you buy them?
And I've been this nigger South side since it's first day
I told the nigger suck a dick quick, 'cause I'm stretching.
I make a double up, few blocks role
I, I did it, I got to get more
I make a double up, baby soothed them all
The way the bedless and manchies they mumble on the floor.
I make a double up.
We're gonna at the side of the boarder chillin' with drug lords
Tryin' to put a word in, doin' the drug wars
They say: this what happen when you disrespect one of us
And cut the motherfucker hand right in front of us
That's when I said I'm going back to Cali. My man said he goin' back to Cali.
I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I'm cool, bro
I'd rather slang them to come and deal with this bullshit.
'Cause I ain't gonna buzz. Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain't no love
Niggers know who they owe, my number ain't change, bitch
Front door serve this program in the grand quick
Could have put it right in your chest, close rain shit
Watch you die slow, let you know who you flamber
Fuck all that swearing to God, promise and friendship
I ain't the big sub stored, friend, I'm spread ship
Twelve GJ and fifteen ain't payin' shit
Passenger seats goin' get killed, I'm saying this
Prince pals, we don't drown a line of drug dealers
In the preminals going all out.
Before I say you played me I'll go in your house
And get killed there, blow your fucking brains out
You gotta bring ass to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some
And I ain't a victim, motherfucker.
It's my flip flop and niggers been rounding 'round the planet
Welcome to Miami. Our friends say welcome to Miami.
There's keys to jah, welcome to back yard
Back to back poses and niggers go there hard
I love money. Niggers just drove money
Lord, if I spin circle there is no money
Leave none to a nigger, nigga I'm comfy'
Grow honey racks on a bitch, I told you she want me
If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, fuck the hoe and forget the hoe
Then a hoe be a hoe be a pimp, pay the rent
I'm a fly nigger on a hotel by flashy
But it's natural, then nigga tell me now, can you buy them?
And I've been this nigger South side since it's first day
I told the nigger suck a dick quick, 'cause I'm stretching.
I make a double up, few blocks role
I, I did it, I got to get more
I make a double up, baby soothed them all
The way the bedless and manchies they mumble on the floor.
I make a double up.
We're gonna at the side of the boarder chillin' with drug lords
Tryin' to put a word in, doin' the drug wars
They say: this what happen when you disrespect one of us
And cut the motherfucker hand right in front of us
That's when I said I'm going back to Cali. My man said he goin' back to Cali.
I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I'm cool, bro
I'd rather slang them to come and deal with this bullshit.
'Cause I ain't gonna buzz. Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain't no love
Niggers know who they owe, my number ain't change, bitch
Front door serve this program in the grand quick
Could have put it right in your chest, close rain shit
Watch you die slow, let you know who you flamber
Fuck all that swearing to God, promise and friendship
I ain't the big sub stored, friend, I'm spread ship
Twelve GJ and fifteen ain't payin' shit
Passenger seats goin' get killed, I'm saying this
Prince pals, we don't drown a line of drug dealers
In the preminals going all out.
Before I say you played me I'll go in your house
And get killed there, blow your fucking brains out
You gotta bring ass to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some
And I ain't a victim, motherfucker.
Murder One lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Eminem)
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Yo, whassup, man? This the kid, 50 Cent, man!
New Gangsta Grillz, "The Lost Tape", man.
I made this joint, man, made me sick, man.
Doctor came in an' said: "Man, you got germs, man."
"You got germs from touchin' too much mothafuckin' money, BIITCH! "
Yo, get ready and get a-goin'!
But don't you ever forget it, nigga...
I'm the reason why you make a mixtape... YOU SUCKA! [beat starts]
[Intro: Eminem (50 Cent)]
Ayo, Fif'!
I was thinkin'...
You should go back to doin' the shit you used to do. (AAAAWWWWWWWWW!)
[50 Cent:]
Murder them? - Murder them!
They violate? I demonstrate, yeah! I'll murder them!
Ni... ([Lil' Jon:] "GANGSTA GRIZZILL! ")
[Intro: Eminem (50 Cent)]
Ayo, Fif'!
I was thinkin'...
You should go back to doin' the shit you used to do. (AAAAWWWWWWWWW!)
[50 Cent:]
Murder them? - Murder them!
They violate? I demonstrate, yeah! I'll murder them!
Niggas be frontin' wooord up; they stuntin' till they huuurt up!
That Semi talk I'll let it buck, I had these niggas runnin' hard! [3 silencered shots] [body drops]
I'll pull a nigga's skirt uuup, and have him kickin' dirt uuup
I'll get a nigga an' a nigga BACK UP stupid hard.
Silence! - It's the return of the TYRANT!
Seein' through my third eye with both closed eyelids. (YEAH!)
Stand closer to the homie you gon' die with (AAAWWW!)
Flames come up out the muzzle on the shit that I spit. (IT HURTS!)
I'm talkin' like the Feds ain't listenin', (uh!)
Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you're fishin' in. (c'mon!)
I give to a nigga if he want it, (whoo!)
Better ask niggas about me I'll be on it. (HAHAAAA!)
I get to drop, blow out your knot. - Perfect plannin'!
Hit your back with somethin' hot - out the cannon!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! - Then it's another one! (Lil' Jon: "GANGSTA GRIZZILL! ")
Back to back put the work in
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! (yeah!) - Then it's another one! (one!)
Back to backroom workin'!
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
You know I ain't got the strap on me, BARR holdin' that for me!
[50 Cent:]
I'm fucked up! - It really doesn't matter, tho. (YEAH!)
Hundred 9mm shells in the Calico. (UHH-HUUUH!)
Wait! - Niggas drop like dominoes!
Run for your life, puta! - Si, - vámonos! (WHOOOOO!)
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago,
Grew up around cocaine, yeah! Even my mamma know. (uhh!)
I cut a "O" in the fo' - with seven at a time; (what?!)
Made four-hundred of that. - You know a nigga grind. (C'MON!)
Like Cindy Lauper, bitch; - "Time After Time"! (what?!)
A nigga shine - like a nickel-9. (AAAAWWWW!)
I've been talkin' to the man in the mirror (yeah!)
Nigga so ass, they was shakin' like Shakira. (WHOOOOOO!)
It seems like my vision's gettin' clearer;
See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin' near ya! (uh!)
It's funny how niggas never hear ya
Till you run down on 'em, - gun down on 'em!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! - Then it's another one!
Back to back put the work in
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! (yeah!) - Then it's another one! (one!)
Back to backroom workin'!
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Startin' to feel like the old me! [beat fades-out]
Hahaaaa!
Yo, whassup, man? This the kid, 50 Cent, man!
New Gangsta Grillz, "The Lost Tape", man.
I made this joint, man, made me sick, man.
Doctor came in an' said: "Man, you got germs, man."
"You got germs from touchin' too much mothafuckin' money, BIITCH! "
Yo, get ready and get a-goin'!
But don't you ever forget it, nigga...
I'm the reason why you make a mixtape... YOU SUCKA! [beat starts]
[Intro: Eminem (50 Cent)]
Ayo, Fif'!
I was thinkin'...
You should go back to doin' the shit you used to do. (AAAAWWWWWWWWW!)
[50 Cent:]
Murder them? - Murder them!
They violate? I demonstrate, yeah! I'll murder them!
Ni... ([Lil' Jon:] "GANGSTA GRIZZILL! ")
[Intro: Eminem (50 Cent)]
Ayo, Fif'!
I was thinkin'...
You should go back to doin' the shit you used to do. (AAAAWWWWWWWWW!)
[50 Cent:]
Murder them? - Murder them!
They violate? I demonstrate, yeah! I'll murder them!
Niggas be frontin' wooord up; they stuntin' till they huuurt up!
That Semi talk I'll let it buck, I had these niggas runnin' hard! [3 silencered shots] [body drops]
I'll pull a nigga's skirt uuup, and have him kickin' dirt uuup
I'll get a nigga an' a nigga BACK UP stupid hard.
Silence! - It's the return of the TYRANT!
Seein' through my third eye with both closed eyelids. (YEAH!)
Stand closer to the homie you gon' die with (AAAWWW!)
Flames come up out the muzzle on the shit that I spit. (IT HURTS!)
I'm talkin' like the Feds ain't listenin', (uh!)
Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you're fishin' in. (c'mon!)
I give to a nigga if he want it, (whoo!)
Better ask niggas about me I'll be on it. (HAHAAAA!)
I get to drop, blow out your knot. - Perfect plannin'!
Hit your back with somethin' hot - out the cannon!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! - Then it's another one! (Lil' Jon: "GANGSTA GRIZZILL! ")
Back to back put the work in
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! (yeah!) - Then it's another one! (one!)
Back to backroom workin'!
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
You know I ain't got the strap on me, BARR holdin' that for me!
[50 Cent:]
I'm fucked up! - It really doesn't matter, tho. (YEAH!)
Hundred 9mm shells in the Calico. (UHH-HUUUH!)
Wait! - Niggas drop like dominoes!
Run for your life, puta! - Si, - vámonos! (WHOOOOO!)
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago,
Grew up around cocaine, yeah! Even my mamma know. (uhh!)
I cut a "O" in the fo' - with seven at a time; (what?!)
Made four-hundred of that. - You know a nigga grind. (C'MON!)
Like Cindy Lauper, bitch; - "Time After Time"! (what?!)
A nigga shine - like a nickel-9. (AAAAWWWW!)
I've been talkin' to the man in the mirror (yeah!)
Nigga so ass, they was shakin' like Shakira. (WHOOOOOO!)
It seems like my vision's gettin' clearer;
See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin' near ya! (uh!)
It's funny how niggas never hear ya
Till you run down on 'em, - gun down on 'em!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! - Then it's another one!
Back to back put the work in
It's murder one! (one!) - It's premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! (yeah!) - Then it's another one! (one!)
Back to backroom workin'!
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Startin' to feel like the old me! [beat fades-out]
Hahaaaa!
Riot (Remix) lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. 2 Chainz)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I don't even know what to say
Ain't got to say much
You here my voice
You know it's 50
[2 Chainz:]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga's presence
[2 Chainz:]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won't save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga's her preference
Drinking like I'm from Texas, and you know I stay flexin'
And if you don't know I go by Tity two necklace
[50 Cent:]
Nigga that cocaine that I'm flipping
Wood-wood grain when I'm dipping
Codeine when I'm sippin'
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin'
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me
[2 Chainz:]
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
[2 Chainz:]
I ain't stunnin' these niggas
I ain't stunnin' these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I'm from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I'm down
Her phone off so don't dial
[50 Cent:]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don't live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don't give a fuck
It's 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin', I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin'
While the hoes watchin'
And damn I love this gangsta shit
[Hook:]
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot (yeah)
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot (that's what I'm talkin about)
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
[Outro: 50 Cent]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around
I don't even know what to say
Ain't got to say much
You here my voice
You know it's 50
[2 Chainz:]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga's presence
[2 Chainz:]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won't save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga's her preference
Drinking like I'm from Texas, and you know I stay flexin'
And if you don't know I go by Tity two necklace
[50 Cent:]
Nigga that cocaine that I'm flipping
Wood-wood grain when I'm dipping
Codeine when I'm sippin'
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin'
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me
[2 Chainz:]
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
[2 Chainz:]
I ain't stunnin' these niggas
I ain't stunnin' these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I'm from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I'm down
Her phone off so don't dial
[50 Cent:]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don't live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don't give a fuck
It's 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin', I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin'
While the hoes watchin'
And damn I love this gangsta shit
[Hook:]
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot (yeah)
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot (that's what I'm talkin about)
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
[Outro: 50 Cent]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around
O.J. lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I'm pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I'm smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I'm kind of thinner but Goddam you're jeans are slimmer
I don't want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I'm a G Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Proly sue you when you hit them
See I'm not what you used to
I ain't soo woo, I ain't crippin'
I'm a rider gang nigga
We gonn get it where we fit it
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a new bitch that's so bad
Yeah she don't know what she doin'
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I'm like boooing!
I won't hit and I won't tell
So I don't wanna flip a coin
I don't kiss it, I don't tell
So her close friend she can join
They don't call me from the pens
That's to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing
Get a rider gang, it's still glowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing
And the Lambo ain't got no top
It ain't summer yet but it's hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
And you see the bitches I got
You better believe it's real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singing like Akon
Her shatter, like I do head on
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I'm bout to head home
Kim jong that's my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering
[Hook]
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I'm pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I'm smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I'm kind of thinner but Goddam you're jeans are slimmer
I don't want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I'm a G Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Proly sue you when you hit them
See I'm not what you used to
I ain't soo woo, I ain't crippin'
I'm a rider gang nigga
We gonn get it where we fit it
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a new bitch that's so bad
Yeah she don't know what she doin'
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I'm like boooing!
I won't hit and I won't tell
So I don't wanna flip a coin
I don't kiss it, I don't tell
So her close friend she can join
They don't call me from the pens
That's to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing
Get a rider gang, it's still glowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing
And the Lambo ain't got no top
It ain't summer yet but it's hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
And you see the bitches I got
You better believe it's real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singing like Akon
Her shatter, like I do head on
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I'm bout to head home
Kim jong that's my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering
[Hook]
I Ain't Gonna Lie lyrics - 50 cent (feat. Robbie Nova)
I just wanna stay on you all night
And I ain't gonna lie, girl, I just wanna, I just wanna
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I really wanna get to know you, girl, so many things I wanna show you, girl
Succeed so I guess I owe you, girl. Louboutins, moving on
First the sun comes up and the top comes down, find out what the white rolls royce about
Why the white airs on extra clean, like james brown a nigga do it like a sex machine
Got a hot wheel fetish, I pull up in some mean shit
Sex, drugs, rock n roll, charlie sheen bitch
See me toot it and boot it on my Obama shit, money ain't no, tell them how much I'm a get
I spit bars had the hood in the frenzy, fuck around, take a chain like Lindsay
Paparazzi taking pictures of my fendy, catch me in Prada or maybe Escada
It's just another beautiful day in LA and I'm in New York, a professional shit talker
I see niggas are stressing and I'm straight so I'm guessing I'm above the recession.
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
It takes just a little bit of my conversation when I talk
To make you clear for sure that I'm that nigga in New York
Shawty now lay down, put your head back
I put your legs back strocking move your bed back
When we get to them back shots, shawty throw it back
When you back it up at me I like that
Let me guess I turned you on, I turned you on, I bet
We're just getting started and everything is soaking wet
This pussy's good, she ain't worried about the rent this month
This pussy must have went and bought this bitch that benz out front
For me it's nothing, I'm just fucking for the fuck of it
But shawty acting like what we just did some other shit
It can be, it could be, okay, maybe she's a good girl
Attracted to me and things from my world
Temptations are great, one ten of braces that will ain't caress caries for 10 times 8.
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
And I ain't gonna lie, girl, I just wanna, I just wanna
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I really wanna get to know you, girl, so many things I wanna show you, girl
Succeed so I guess I owe you, girl. Louboutins, moving on
First the sun comes up and the top comes down, find out what the white rolls royce about
Why the white airs on extra clean, like james brown a nigga do it like a sex machine
Got a hot wheel fetish, I pull up in some mean shit
Sex, drugs, rock n roll, charlie sheen bitch
See me toot it and boot it on my Obama shit, money ain't no, tell them how much I'm a get
I spit bars had the hood in the frenzy, fuck around, take a chain like Lindsay
Paparazzi taking pictures of my fendy, catch me in Prada or maybe Escada
It's just another beautiful day in LA and I'm in New York, a professional shit talker
I see niggas are stressing and I'm straight so I'm guessing I'm above the recession.
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
It takes just a little bit of my conversation when I talk
To make you clear for sure that I'm that nigga in New York
Shawty now lay down, put your head back
I put your legs back strocking move your bed back
When we get to them back shots, shawty throw it back
When you back it up at me I like that
Let me guess I turned you on, I turned you on, I bet
We're just getting started and everything is soaking wet
This pussy's good, she ain't worried about the rent this month
This pussy must have went and bought this bitch that benz out front
For me it's nothing, I'm just fucking for the fuck of it
But shawty acting like what we just did some other shit
It can be, it could be, okay, maybe she's a good girl
Attracted to me and things from my world
Temptations are great, one ten of braces that will ain't caress caries for 10 times 8.
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
Complicated lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Yeah!
[Bridge:]
You see a nigga soft? - My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)
A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...)
These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! - This sweet is sweet an' low,
I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ")
[Verse 1:]
Let this fake niggas get you in the mood for looove,
I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist!
Fuck pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.
SK, I got nothing but energy! (energy!)
Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari The Remedy"! (Remedy!)
"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be.
Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me
Or it's Ruger time, - the SR-9!
Fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked! - Gotta learn to duck. - Whassup?
[Chorus:]
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee! - It seems so complicaated.
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee - show you whassup. - Don't make me fuck you up!
[Verse 2:]
Listen! Any bitch on the milk box ain't missin'
I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen.
I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh;
Shyne tried to get at me, he say I'm waaashed!
I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed.
What kind of shit is that? - This only happens in rap!
These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl,
Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall.
Ice chunks in the chain, - weight spinnin',
Cream linen. - Bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em!
Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!
If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw.
It feels like it's never gon' stop.
A nigga so hot! - I may spend forever on top!
"Forever ever"? - Forever in the drop,
You can't tell I got it on lock? - Bitch!
[Chorus]
Yeah!
[Bridge:]
You see a nigga soft? - My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)
A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...)
These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! - This sweet is sweet an' low,
I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ")
[Verse 1:]
Let this fake niggas get you in the mood for looove,
I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist!
Fuck pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.
SK, I got nothing but energy! (energy!)
Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari The Remedy"! (Remedy!)
"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be.
Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me
Or it's Ruger time, - the SR-9!
Fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked! - Gotta learn to duck. - Whassup?
[Chorus:]
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee! - It seems so complicaated.
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee - show you whassup. - Don't make me fuck you up!
[Verse 2:]
Listen! Any bitch on the milk box ain't missin'
I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen.
I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh;
Shyne tried to get at me, he say I'm waaashed!
I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed.
What kind of shit is that? - This only happens in rap!
These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl,
Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall.
Ice chunks in the chain, - weight spinnin',
Cream linen. - Bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em!
Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!
If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw.
It feels like it's never gon' stop.
A nigga so hot! - I may spend forever on top!
"Forever ever"? - Forever in the drop,
You can't tell I got it on lock? - Bitch!
[Chorus]
You A Killer..Cool lyrics - 50 Cent
I'll put this shit together, I'll tear this shit apart
Demolition, the architect, I'll let you see the spark
Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark
Put what you thinking on the curb nigga mark my word
If there's a L to take it's gon' be your loss
Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off
You've been warned, you hard nigga I'm just gon' hit you harder
Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya
Extended clip ya
Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser
You talk shit I (hawk spit) spit the razor
The mastermind, the muscle
Boy I know how to touch you
I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit
[Chorus:]
You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
You a shooter it's nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
I heard it all before, I'm strapped coming at you boy
This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
I don't believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fucked nigga
I get the drop up on ya
Nigga make one false move around me I say "fuck it I'm ridin'"
And ain't no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I'll find ya
I'm still going through my '50 niggas everywhere I go' phase
Catch me slippin' no days
You pussy niggas no way
To stop me you gon' need at least a Mack boy
Shoot me with a.25 I be like "what you do that for? "
That party popper ain't gon' cut it
But once you crossed the line you crossed the line nigga so fuck it
I'm built for it
Try to do the shit I do get killed for it
Pints of blood spill for it
Beef I'm still for it
Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain't get the memo
I got cake, it's your wake
My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on
Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on
[Chorus]
Demolition, the architect, I'll let you see the spark
Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark
Put what you thinking on the curb nigga mark my word
If there's a L to take it's gon' be your loss
Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off
You've been warned, you hard nigga I'm just gon' hit you harder
Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya
Extended clip ya
Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser
You talk shit I (hawk spit) spit the razor
The mastermind, the muscle
Boy I know how to touch you
I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit
[Chorus:]
You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
You a shooter it's nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
I heard it all before, I'm strapped coming at you boy
This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
I don't believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fucked nigga
I get the drop up on ya
Nigga make one false move around me I say "fuck it I'm ridin'"
And ain't no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I'll find ya
I'm still going through my '50 niggas everywhere I go' phase
Catch me slippin' no days
You pussy niggas no way
To stop me you gon' need at least a Mack boy
Shoot me with a.25 I be like "what you do that for? "
That party popper ain't gon' cut it
But once you crossed the line you crossed the line nigga so fuck it
I'm built for it
Try to do the shit I do get killed for it
Pints of blood spill for it
Beef I'm still for it
Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain't get the memo
I got cake, it's your wake
My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on
Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on
[Chorus]
Remain Calm lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Snoop Dogg & Precious Paris)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Try to remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Pocket full of green, green in the bong
That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on
Two little timepiece?
Niggas still want me dead like Osam’
But they ain't gon’ make, they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they’re bosses
Ferrari, I’m stronger than 5 hundred horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My earrings blinking, that’s old shit from Jacob
Add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats
You can’t run and get ya [?], you ain't got it
Blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand
You could get shot fucking with Floyd that’s my man
Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team
Pinky ring flawless, my God I’m gorgeous
[Hook]
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, hoe, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, don’t ring the alarm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, nigga, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, this a Al Qaeda bomb
[Snoop Dogg]
I’m chillin’ like a villain while I’m dealin’ I am
Rulin’ while I’m coolin’ with my tool in my hand
Post up, coast up, this is my life bitch
Up close only, you’ll get stuck with a knife bitch
Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
Got a lot of hoes but Charmaine, that’s my white bitch
The rest of my bitches, nah, they ain’t gonna like this
But I don’t give a fuck cause they all love this night stick
But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
Collar popped up cool as the Fonz
Motherfucker, have a seat and loosen up
Get a glass of some gin now juice it up
Deuces up
See there’s a line there for a reason
And if you cross it no more breathin’
You’re leavin’, believe it
We understand each other
Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in you brother
Ya digg?
[Hook]
[Precious Paris]
With Fif’ on that shit, that glock cocked in ya face
My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan’ taste
Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out
6 inch Givenchy’s and bitch finna act out
Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like
I know what the bread like
My [?] headlight, shine like I shine
Night or day time
But nah, nana-nah-na
Make a nigga walk by, everything I say by
Nana-nah-na
Get wet I got that comeback
Dead crack, my assets is my ass jack
Stunt I tell my niggas right where your stash at
You’re fucking with a southside bitch
I go where the money go
I’m at ‘em, I put her on the strobe
Get my money hoe
Catch me in Ferragamo
Or Dolce & Gabbana or [?]
I’m b-squared up, what?
[Hook]
Try to remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Pocket full of green, green in the bong
That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on
Two little timepiece?
Niggas still want me dead like Osam’
But they ain't gon’ make, they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they’re bosses
Ferrari, I’m stronger than 5 hundred horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My earrings blinking, that’s old shit from Jacob
Add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats
You can’t run and get ya [?], you ain't got it
Blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand
You could get shot fucking with Floyd that’s my man
Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team
Pinky ring flawless, my God I’m gorgeous
[Hook]
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, hoe, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, don’t ring the alarm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, nigga, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, this a Al Qaeda bomb
[Snoop Dogg]
I’m chillin’ like a villain while I’m dealin’ I am
Rulin’ while I’m coolin’ with my tool in my hand
Post up, coast up, this is my life bitch
Up close only, you’ll get stuck with a knife bitch
Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
Got a lot of hoes but Charmaine, that’s my white bitch
The rest of my bitches, nah, they ain’t gonna like this
But I don’t give a fuck cause they all love this night stick
But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
Collar popped up cool as the Fonz
Motherfucker, have a seat and loosen up
Get a glass of some gin now juice it up
Deuces up
See there’s a line there for a reason
And if you cross it no more breathin’
You’re leavin’, believe it
We understand each other
Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in you brother
Ya digg?
[Hook]
[Precious Paris]
With Fif’ on that shit, that glock cocked in ya face
My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan’ taste
Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out
6 inch Givenchy’s and bitch finna act out
Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like
I know what the bread like
My [?] headlight, shine like I shine
Night or day time
But nah, nana-nah-na
Make a nigga walk by, everything I say by
Nana-nah-na
Get wet I got that comeback
Dead crack, my assets is my ass jack
Stunt I tell my niggas right where your stash at
You’re fucking with a southside bitch
I go where the money go
I’m at ‘em, I put her on the strobe
Get my money hoe
Catch me in Ferragamo
Or Dolce & Gabbana or [?]
I’m b-squared up, what?
[Hook]
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