[50 Cent]
I make 'em move
I make 'em move
I make it hot up in here
Look around, see what we got up in here
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin we ain't speakin bitch
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, it's Dr. Dre, 50 Cent trick
[50 Cent]
They said we couldn't do it, look now, I did it
I topped "In Da Club," I'm still sippin the bubb'
The drama I'm widdit, I get biz, you get it
I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
That's why a nigga bit it, I can't forget it
I said I didn't do it, witnesses said I did it
I'm fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
Five TV's, my rims is so siddick
I cruise through your bitch and just fall in love with it
Baby come in - girl I wanna give it to you
Once I'm in - in sum, I'm a freak with it
Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it
G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted
Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it
She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it
It's exercise, my homey he been waitin
He next to ride
[Chorus]
[50 Cent - singing]
People always talkin 'bout
My reputation~! I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em, I don't love 'em
I don't care, what she do, with him
It's all good with me
Soo-oooh-ooooooooh
[50 Cent]
Yeah
They can't do it how I do it, I'm #1, I knew it
I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it
It's hit after hit, damn I'm on the road
I'm like James Brown now, man I got soul
Naw I ain't a pimp but HELL YEAH I got hoes
I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin
You think I'm bullshittin, my money touchin the ceiling
Can't buy condos, I'm buyin the building
I'm pissin the wrong women, R. Kelly do it to children
You bet against me boy, I'ma hurt your feelings
Cause over and over I'ma keep on winnin
My Rolls Royce tinted, your Phantom rented
That's why we never ever ever see you in the hood with it
Man e'rybody know, like e'rywhere I go
When 50 in the club shit just go out of control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre; okay~!
[Chorus]
AYO Technology lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Justin Timberlake, Timbaland)
Something special,
Unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I'm ballin', throwing money around
[Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]
She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she split
Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop
She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want
[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
[Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]
Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I'm ballin', throwing money around
[Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]
She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she split
Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop
She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want
[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
[Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]
Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Follow My Lead lyrics 50 Cent (feat. Robin Thicke)
[50 Cent]
Yeah... ladies and gentlemen~!
I'd like to thank y'all for comin out tonight
It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm
[Intro: Robin Thicke + (50 Cent)]
Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you 'round the globe with me
I got dough (ha ha) plenty baby you can blow with me
And baby I know (uh-huh) that money ain't ev-ery-thing
But it's fo' sho' (fo' sho, fo' sho') and ain't for nothin when you fuck, with, me
Now when I go
[Chorus: 50 Cent + (Robin Thicke)]
(Follow my lead)
Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down, put your trust in me
Baby follow my lead (follow my lead)
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me
Follow my lead - follow my lead
I'm the one girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead
[50 Cent]
Don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 fuckin crazy
50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I like you a lot, I don't wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, I'll call you a bitch
Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit
And have to say, "Baby I apologize"
Cross my fingers, God forgive me for tellin lies
Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much
I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent
Baby I can pass the day
Watchin you model lingerie
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty if it's okay
You can be my Beyonce, I'll be your Jay
Ha ha~! I got a great sense of humor
First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya
Or do ya?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After seven hours, New York to London, you're wonderin
What's gon' be the next stop - I told you
I'm a don, you gon' know I'm a don
After you shop 'til your feet hurtin in Milan
Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish
They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask your fam about me, they say 50 we love him
Without them there's no me, so I love them
Man they're the reason I exist, the reason I insist
I'm never less than the best, I'm perfection I guess
As my niggaz are stressed, I pass the test
Everytime I drop, I'm burnin hot
So I don't care if she loves me or loves me not
Long as I enjoy the time that we spend
I ain't lookin for commitment, we can fuck and be friends
Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz
I get it done with speed
[Chorus (with Robin Thicke ad libs)]
[more ad libs to fade]
Movin' On Up lyrics - 50 Cent
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now
You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Tech
Yeah I stunt in the Vette , got stash in the Vette
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
24. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard tryna fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas runnin' round tryna kill you for us
Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now
You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Tech
Yeah I stunt in the Vette , got stash in the Vette
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
24. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard tryna fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas runnin' round tryna kill you for us
Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
Straight To The Bank lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit
[Verse 1:]
I'm in my Lambo maggot, my fo' fo' faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget
See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
My Teflon arm brought my government issues
I'll hit your vertebrate bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon hugging that shitsu
Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's
And got more whips than a runaway slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne
[Chorus:]
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing
[Verse 2:]
I see nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street moving bundles and loads
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
No more platinum I'm wearing gold
I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto'
Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo'
Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I'm the general salute me soldier
[Chorus:]
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing
[Outro:]
Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
It's like a bank job I'm in and I'm out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit
[Verse 1:]
I'm in my Lambo maggot, my fo' fo' faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget
See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
My Teflon arm brought my government issues
I'll hit your vertebrate bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon hugging that shitsu
Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's
And got more whips than a runaway slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne
[Chorus:]
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing
[Verse 2:]
I see nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street moving bundles and loads
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
No more platinum I'm wearing gold
I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto'
Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo'
Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I'm the general salute me soldier
[Chorus:]
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing
[Outro:]
Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
It's like a bank job I'm in and I'm out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Amusement Park lyrics - 50 Cent
[50 Cent Talking]
50
Ferrari
F50
[Chorus:]
Shawty you don't have to take your panties off
Just move 'em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
It's on tonight I know what you like
I know just how to break you off
[Verse 1]
Good evening ladies, I'll tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
There's lots of activities, fun things to do
And I find my pleasure in pleasing you
Some rides go fast, some rides go slow
If you fear heights when I'm high hell yeah I'll go low
It taste so sweet, that sticky cotton candy
If you get carried away
We'll be starting a family
This is a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl, you know it's no fun without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
Applause now that's the first half of my act
I started out like a pimp
Now I'm more like a mac
I don't need your paper just don't fuck with my stack
Oh it's like that
yeah it's like that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now you can ride the horse round the carousel
Explosion, Trojans, all in the hotel
Put me to the test girl, I don't fail
I work it out, without a doubt
There's plenty water rising sure to get you wet in the pop
Have your lustious seductions considered or not
Throw a hoop around the bottle
I'll be your teddy bear
Whatever color you like, you know I don't care
I really wanna thank you for attending this affair
Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here
I smile when I speak
But I'm being sincere
Your pass is valid all summer my dear
So at your convenience you can always return
There're so many tricks to the trade you should learn
Suck that, lick that, swallow that lolly pop
forget that, grab that, ride it non-stop
[Chorus]
50
Ferrari
F50
[Chorus:]
Shawty you don't have to take your panties off
Just move 'em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
It's on tonight I know what you like
I know just how to break you off
[Verse 1]
Good evening ladies, I'll tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
There's lots of activities, fun things to do
And I find my pleasure in pleasing you
Some rides go fast, some rides go slow
If you fear heights when I'm high hell yeah I'll go low
It taste so sweet, that sticky cotton candy
If you get carried away
We'll be starting a family
This is a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl, you know it's no fun without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
Applause now that's the first half of my act
I started out like a pimp
Now I'm more like a mac
I don't need your paper just don't fuck with my stack
Oh it's like that
yeah it's like that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now you can ride the horse round the carousel
Explosion, Trojans, all in the hotel
Put me to the test girl, I don't fail
I work it out, without a doubt
There's plenty water rising sure to get you wet in the pop
Have your lustious seductions considered or not
Throw a hoop around the bottle
I'll be your teddy bear
Whatever color you like, you know I don't care
I really wanna thank you for attending this affair
Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here
I smile when I speak
But I'm being sincere
Your pass is valid all summer my dear
So at your convenience you can always return
There're so many tricks to the trade you should learn
Suck that, lick that, swallow that lolly pop
forget that, grab that, ride it non-stop
[Chorus]
Fully Loaded Clip lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
High-speed Ferrari movement
3rd lane switching lanes, what's up?
Brooklyn, what's up?
For rock, what's up?
[Chorus]
While Jay and Beyonce was (mm mm), kissin'
I was cookin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
While Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you, boo"
I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit (yeah)
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Verse 1]
You want a problem with me? - no problem, it's all good
I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood
Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when you see me
I appear and disappear with the heater like Houdini
They parry with bullshit - get you ass popped
Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot
I'm in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms
Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn
I fire on you ass, them hollow-tips burn, baby burn
I'm screamin' "Fuck the cops!", 'fore I 'round my glock
Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box!
That's how P. got knocked, that's how jewl got drop
But Dre beat that nigga, go 'head, repeat that nigga
You might learn a little summin' if you learn to stop frontin'
My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in'
I'm runnin' with the Dope-man
[Chorus]
When Janet and Jermaine was (mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
When Puffy just tellin' Cam, "I love you, boo"
I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Verse 2]
Have the dice game, I'm bet it all, you hear what I'm sayin'?
Take grand and I fall better nigga, I ain't playin'
I tryna git it, holla at me if you with it
And lace up the chuckas, with can motherfuckers
My stomach is growlin', they say that I'm willin'
I'm doin' my numbers, I'm gittin' violent
They hearin' me rap and they think that I'm playin'
Till they see the barrel and they see the flame
I need full co-operation man, give us the chain
The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain't playin'
I fire that thing, it sound insane
Holla, I got that nose candi mayne
[Chorus]
When Jeezy and Keysha was (mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
When Trina was tellin' Wayne, "I love you, boo"
she was just runnin' games, she told Buck that too
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Outro w/ ad-libs "I got - I got fully loaded clip"]
Now nigga, let me show you what I do this right here!
Now, the rugger hold 16!
I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got that!
One in the head, 'til it fell!
I put another one in it the clip, I put it back!
Let the bullets burn!
High-speed Ferrari movement
3rd lane switching lanes, what's up?
Brooklyn, what's up?
For rock, what's up?
[Chorus]
While Jay and Beyonce was (mm mm), kissin'
I was cookin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
While Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you, boo"
I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit (yeah)
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Verse 1]
You want a problem with me? - no problem, it's all good
I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood
Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when you see me
I appear and disappear with the heater like Houdini
They parry with bullshit - get you ass popped
Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot
I'm in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms
Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn
I fire on you ass, them hollow-tips burn, baby burn
I'm screamin' "Fuck the cops!", 'fore I 'round my glock
Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box!
That's how P. got knocked, that's how jewl got drop
But Dre beat that nigga, go 'head, repeat that nigga
You might learn a little summin' if you learn to stop frontin'
My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in'
I'm runnin' with the Dope-man
[Chorus]
When Janet and Jermaine was (mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
When Puffy just tellin' Cam, "I love you, boo"
I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Verse 2]
Have the dice game, I'm bet it all, you hear what I'm sayin'?
Take grand and I fall better nigga, I ain't playin'
I tryna git it, holla at me if you with it
And lace up the chuckas, with can motherfuckers
My stomach is growlin', they say that I'm willin'
I'm doin' my numbers, I'm gittin' violent
They hearin' me rap and they think that I'm playin'
Till they see the barrel and they see the flame
I need full co-operation man, give us the chain
The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain't playin'
I fire that thing, it sound insane
Holla, I got that nose candi mayne
[Chorus]
When Jeezy and Keysha was (mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
When Trina was tellin' Wayne, "I love you, boo"
she was just runnin' games, she told Buck that too
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Outro w/ ad-libs "I got - I got fully loaded clip"]
Now nigga, let me show you what I do this right here!
Now, the rugger hold 16!
I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got that!
One in the head, 'til it fell!
I put another one in it the clip, I put it back!
Let the bullets burn!
Peep Show lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Eminem)
[50 Cent]
When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
This is what it sounds like, when I'm breaking it down
Yeah I'm breaking it down
Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breaking it down
When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I'm hot man! It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
'Til the sun comes up, every night (c'mon)
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be getting it in, c'mon we're getting it in
A little Hennessy, a little juice and Gin
It's not a fantasy (nah) it's not pretend
We're gonna do it, we're gonna do it, we're gonna do it again
'Til the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I'm really really getting into your freak show
You give me a little baby then I want more
O.D.B. said it, "I like it raw!"
Exotic erotic we're moving on the floor
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wanna go
You got a man, I keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I miss my dough
I got a few stacks me and you could blow
We headed to the hotel after the show
I know how to romance you be my private dancer
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
On your mark, get set girl now here we go
Racing off to see your peep show
It turn me on to see you on the floor
When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it girl you turn me on
When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
[50 Cent]
They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain, I don't play no games
I'm hustling hard homie I do my thing
You fuck with the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm trying to get her in my bedroom and shit
We could take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord this shit make a boom-boom flick
It's oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty, shorty now you should know
Girl your body's calling me, hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
All control (all control)
I know you know (I know you know)
You're so seductive you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
I'm feeling your style, you better watch me now
My tongue'll be in your mouth, my hands'll be in your blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can't have you I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl killing me now, or succumb to me now
[Eminem]
Come to me now, you don't come to now
Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
20 minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask
So when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I knew I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom door
You making me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl, you're pitiful, chill
We're gonna fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still (phbbt)
I shouldn't have to say it shorty you should know
I hope you really gettin into my creep show
Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I could break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I can break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon
When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
This is what it sounds like, when I'm breaking it down
Yeah I'm breaking it down
Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breaking it down
When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I'm hot man! It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
'Til the sun comes up, every night (c'mon)
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be getting it in, c'mon we're getting it in
A little Hennessy, a little juice and Gin
It's not a fantasy (nah) it's not pretend
We're gonna do it, we're gonna do it, we're gonna do it again
'Til the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I'm really really getting into your freak show
You give me a little baby then I want more
O.D.B. said it, "I like it raw!"
Exotic erotic we're moving on the floor
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wanna go
You got a man, I keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I miss my dough
I got a few stacks me and you could blow
We headed to the hotel after the show
I know how to romance you be my private dancer
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
On your mark, get set girl now here we go
Racing off to see your peep show
It turn me on to see you on the floor
When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it girl you turn me on
When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down
[50 Cent]
They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain, I don't play no games
I'm hustling hard homie I do my thing
You fuck with the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm trying to get her in my bedroom and shit
We could take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord this shit make a boom-boom flick
It's oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty, shorty now you should know
Girl your body's calling me, hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
All control (all control)
I know you know (I know you know)
You're so seductive you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
I'm feeling your style, you better watch me now
My tongue'll be in your mouth, my hands'll be in your blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can't have you I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl killing me now, or succumb to me now
[Eminem]
Come to me now, you don't come to now
Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
20 minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask
So when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I knew I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom door
You making me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl, you're pitiful, chill
We're gonna fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still (phbbt)
I shouldn't have to say it shorty you should know
I hope you really gettin into my creep show
Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I could break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I can break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon
Fire lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Nicole Scherzinger, Young Buck)
[Nicole] FI-RE~!!
[50 Cent]
I make it hotter... friction turns to fire
You want and desire... I'm comin to get you girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, LET'S GO~!
Somethin new it's another episode
Music bumpin, sweat drippin on the danceflo'
I like it when shorty get to backin it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act
[Breakdown: 50 Cent]
Now work it
Shorty grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it - if you work it
[Young Buck]
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that FIRE!! So hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that FIRE!! Cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I'm might, ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
[50 Cent]
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed everytime I rock
These other niggaz ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and Tupac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna freak we can freak tell me where we should we meet
So you can
[Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on, stuntin heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around
[Breakdown]
[50 Cent]
I make it hotter... friction turns to fire
You want and desire... I'm comin to get you girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, LET'S GO~!
Somethin new it's another episode
Music bumpin, sweat drippin on the danceflo'
I like it when shorty get to backin it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act
[Breakdown: 50 Cent]
Now work it
Shorty grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it - if you work it
[Young Buck]
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that FIRE!! So hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that FIRE!! Cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I'm might, ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
[50 Cent]
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed everytime I rock
These other niggaz ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and Tupac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna freak we can freak tell me where we should we meet
So you can
[Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on, stuntin heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around
[Breakdown]
All Of Me lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
They money I aquire mama make it all simple
Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it
They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars"
Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah
Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire
The world is still turning, my records are still earnin'
Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams
I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans
So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me
God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich
Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick
When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it
With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks
I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid
You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time
When I smile your smile should be as big as mines
Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind
Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
They money I aquire mama make it all simple
Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it
They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars"
Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah
Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire
The world is still turning, my records are still earnin'
Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams
I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans
So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me
God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich
Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick
When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it
With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks
I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid
You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time
When I smile your smile should be as big as mines
Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind
Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Curtis 187 lyrics - 50 Cent
[50 Cent]
Ay nigga tell 'em where you from!
Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what
Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up
[Chorus]
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about
[50 Cent]
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga
Sayin I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger
After niggaz jumped me, bumpin my head
Thinkin I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife to [censored] fin' to poke me a nigga
Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy
Now those were the days, when crime really paid
The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way
From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast
Robberies went bad, niggaz got blast
Niggaz kidnapped Drew grandpa kid
Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head
You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[50 Cent]
It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made
YEAHHH~! .. Yeah I had a dream
I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin DAMN! .. Dope cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in your wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin 'round foamin out the mouth
Sayin "I don't get on, I'ma lay a nigga out"
Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious
I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace
I'm wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny
Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny
Fuck with me, y'all niggaz know Boo Boo get bizzy
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[50 Cent]
Yeah
I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz
Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz
In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me
My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spofford but never that now
When my name in your mouth, you better watch how you talk
I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin your shit
Thats how the eses play, for that SSK
Your probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin through them Compton blocks
I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West
In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest
And you niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors
I was bred for this shit, front on me I'ma blaze ya
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Ay nigga tell 'em where you from!
Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what
Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up
[Chorus]
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about
[50 Cent]
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga
Sayin I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger
After niggaz jumped me, bumpin my head
Thinkin I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife to [censored] fin' to poke me a nigga
Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy
Now those were the days, when crime really paid
The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way
From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast
Robberies went bad, niggaz got blast
Niggaz kidnapped Drew grandpa kid
Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head
You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[50 Cent]
It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made
YEAHHH~! .. Yeah I had a dream
I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin DAMN! .. Dope cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in your wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin 'round foamin out the mouth
Sayin "I don't get on, I'ma lay a nigga out"
Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious
I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace
I'm wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny
Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny
Fuck with me, y'all niggaz know Boo Boo get bizzy
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[50 Cent]
Yeah
I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz
Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz
In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me
My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spofford but never that now
When my name in your mouth, you better watch how you talk
I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin your shit
Thats how the eses play, for that SSK
Your probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin through them Compton blocks
I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West
In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest
And you niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors
I was bred for this shit, front on me I'ma blaze ya
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Touch The Sky lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Tony Yayo)
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom
Im armed tre pound in my palm im calm
Nigga my mamma made a baby boy the hood made a man
My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this you knew this i told you pussy
Ur fate ur death date ill fucking come for u pussy
Have you like ei-ei-uh oh after the 44 blow
I get low they say i go like a pro
Its a rap when im doseing
You smoked like a roach
U been clapped then in fact theres no coming back from that
Im the last of my breed
No henny no weed
Just my vest and my semi
In the back of that bentley
Im nos and im bras
See im there and im gone
Cause my loyals is strong
And my money here is long
So when im right im right
And when im wrong im right
Ill hit your ass up right
Nigga its nighty night
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[VERSE 2: TONY YAYO]
Hey yo im higher than a pilot man
Ill cut your body man
Beat the case i lied on a polygram
These ogs talk about back in the days
I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page
Im your top eight nigga
Drop eight nigga
GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
Im an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks
I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars
Same house and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an r&b bitch
Yeah you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
Im the teflon don boy i get busy
Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Hustlers Ambition lyrics - 50 Cent
(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's real shit, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal
Got that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
So like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggas around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreaming
Niggas be scheming, I'm fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm trying to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flying, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm selling them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook
What goes in my mind, it's contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, getting money man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumping, shotgun dumping and drama means nothing
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switching lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watching the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointing at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!
[Chorus]
(I won't burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's real shit, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal
Got that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
So like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggas around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreaming
Niggas be scheming, I'm fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm trying to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flying, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm selling them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook
What goes in my mind, it's contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, getting money man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumping, shotgun dumping and drama means nothing
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switching lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watching the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointing at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!
[Chorus]
What If lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
Yeah
Im fuckin with this..
Its that classic shit..
That gangster shit..
Yeah..
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
[Verse]
If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me
If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z
Niggaz would think I bumped my fuckin head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
Every chance niggaz get they try n play me
But I move around with a lil 3.80
A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do
I see the world different through my dialated pupils
If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher
Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya
Man ima just keep doin' what I do..
Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
[Verse]
What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith
And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def
I probably be a cool ass nigga like Ice Cube
Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool
What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back
Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat
Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz
Shit I get that child support up with no problem
If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught??
Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York
What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know
You be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow
But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's
Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth"
And if I let the top down on the Azure
Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure
Haha..
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
Yeah
Im fuckin with this..
Its that classic shit..
That gangster shit..
Yeah..
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
[Verse]
If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me
If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z
Niggaz would think I bumped my fuckin head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
Every chance niggaz get they try n play me
But I move around with a lil 3.80
A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do
I see the world different through my dialated pupils
If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher
Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya
Man ima just keep doin' what I do..
Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
[Verse]
What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith
And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def
I probably be a cool ass nigga like Ice Cube
Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool
What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back
Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat
Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz
Shit I get that child support up with no problem
If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught??
Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York
What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know
You be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow
But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's
Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth"
And if I let the top down on the Azure
Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure
Haha..
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
We Both Think Alike lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Olivia)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Intro]
Yeah..
50..
Olivia..
We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
[50 Cent Verse]
I'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about shit that you know
I'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough
You know if it aint the flow then it come from the O's
Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes
Every hood every city all the gangstaz know
Front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho
I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below
See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow
When the champagne finished baby order some more
Keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor
The way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke??
If you ready to roll shorty we could just roll
When you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh)
See everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh)
So when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
[50 Cent Verse]
Now look i know you into the shiny things
The platinum chains and the diamond rings
The 24 inch chrome on the range
I see you in your projects buy your window payin'
Now shorty me and you we came up the same
The fact before rap i ain't have a thing
I hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change
I mean i got money out that ass mayne
When niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin'
Cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um
Stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um
Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um
But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang
First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh)
We leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh)
And get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Yeah..
50..
Olivia..
We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
[50 Cent Verse]
I'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about shit that you know
I'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough
You know if it aint the flow then it come from the O's
Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes
Every hood every city all the gangstaz know
Front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho
I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below
See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow
When the champagne finished baby order some more
Keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor
The way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke??
If you ready to roll shorty we could just roll
When you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh)
See everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh)
So when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
[50 Cent Verse]
Now look i know you into the shiny things
The platinum chains and the diamond rings
The 24 inch chrome on the range
I see you in your projects buy your window payin'
Now shorty me and you we came up the same
The fact before rap i ain't have a thing
I hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change
I mean i got money out that ass mayne
When niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin'
Cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um
Stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um
Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um
But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang
First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh)
We leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh)
And get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Window Shopper lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus]
I Don't Know Officer lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin all I know who givin
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary
All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When theb album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin
[Chorus: Spider Loc]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise
Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep
[Chorus: Ma$e]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 5: Ma$e]
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin all I know who givin
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary
All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When theb album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin
[Chorus: Spider Loc]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise
Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep
[Chorus: Ma$e]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 5: Ma$e]
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
Talk About Me lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
Yeah! Ha Ha!
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 1]
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land
That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 2]
Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz
Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him
Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right
I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
I don't know why but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 4]
Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood we fucked up
I can't believe this nigga getting all this money
Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat
You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit
He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 5]
That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock
You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
I tought him what it takes, to go this far
Boy I'm the reason you are what you are
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
Yeah! Ha Ha!
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 1]
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land
That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 2]
Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz
Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him
Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right
I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
I don't know why but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 4]
Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood we fucked up
I can't believe this nigga getting all this money
Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat
You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit
He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 5]
That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock
You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
I tought him what it takes, to go this far
Boy I'm the reason you are what you are
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
When It Rains It Pours lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
Yeah..
Its 50
One shot, One kill, What's the deal?
Yeah, what's the deal?
Listen..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse]
Aint nutin changed, niggaz doin the same old shit
Them new Hollow tips and them same old clips
In the projects niggaz fuck with the same old chicks
And somehow they still think there game so sick
Now i'm finna rip, niggaz know i'm about my grip
I dont trick man i barely even feed a bitch
She say im stingy, i said i dont need you bitch
Go ahead leave, see if i chase you, shiit
Tell your mami, i catch her on the street i'ma get her
She know i'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga
She jus' mad, cuz a nigga pockets all swoll'
When she asked to borrow sumthin', i said hell naw
I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
So keep your mind on your money and dont trus no bitch
Keep your head high notes when them pigs came
But her ass kinda fat so niggaz treat her the same
This is real..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse]
It was blood stains on my stoop when ??Eyeball?? got shot
When homicide outside, nigga i'm not
Its the third time niggaz dunn circled the block
Its money out now, yeah, but damn its hot
They love to catch a nigga on a direct sale
They say tell us who caught the body or you goin' to jail
Look if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
Say what's happenin' to the captain and what's up to the searg'
Fuck bein' in a cage man that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk drinkin' While Irish Row's on the curb
I know a spot fulla niggaz tryna get a few bucks
Hopin' then nutin' come out they gon' have um some luck
PH to the deuce, they stumbled off Matt
Lost his re-up money man that's all he had
Magazine from the store so he can look at the cars
And do pull-ups in the park on the monkey bars
Man it's fucked..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Outro]
[Gunshots, Sirens, Choppers, Rain, Thunder]
Yeah..
Its 50
One shot, One kill, What's the deal?
Yeah, what's the deal?
Listen..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse]
Aint nutin changed, niggaz doin the same old shit
Them new Hollow tips and them same old clips
In the projects niggaz fuck with the same old chicks
And somehow they still think there game so sick
Now i'm finna rip, niggaz know i'm about my grip
I dont trick man i barely even feed a bitch
She say im stingy, i said i dont need you bitch
Go ahead leave, see if i chase you, shiit
Tell your mami, i catch her on the street i'ma get her
She know i'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga
She jus' mad, cuz a nigga pockets all swoll'
When she asked to borrow sumthin', i said hell naw
I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
So keep your mind on your money and dont trus no bitch
Keep your head high notes when them pigs came
But her ass kinda fat so niggaz treat her the same
This is real..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse]
It was blood stains on my stoop when ??Eyeball?? got shot
When homicide outside, nigga i'm not
Its the third time niggaz dunn circled the block
Its money out now, yeah, but damn its hot
They love to catch a nigga on a direct sale
They say tell us who caught the body or you goin' to jail
Look if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
Say what's happenin' to the captain and what's up to the searg'
Fuck bein' in a cage man that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk drinkin' While Irish Row's on the curb
I know a spot fulla niggaz tryna get a few bucks
Hopin' then nutin' come out they gon' have um some luck
PH to the deuce, they stumbled off Matt
Lost his re-up money man that's all he had
Magazine from the store so he can look at the cars
And do pull-ups in the park on the monkey bars
Man it's fucked..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Outro]
[Gunshots, Sirens, Choppers, Rain, Thunder]
Best Friend lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
WOO!!!
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 1]
First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin
I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair
For me a different scenery just mean a different position
In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine
If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 2]
While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
I get into you, after I take off my clothes
Girl I been into you, mentally long before
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
WOO!!!
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 1]
First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin
I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair
For me a different scenery just mean a different position
In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine
If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 2]
While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
I get into you, after I take off my clothes
Girl I been into you, mentally long before
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
I'll Whip Ya Head Boy lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
That the nine will jam right in my hand
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
That the nine will jam right in my hand
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
Intro lyrics - 50 Cent
[CD opening]
[Lady Speaking:]
To all my fans,
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, Hmmm...
[Reading CD back]
[Gun shots and screams]
[Bullet shell is dropping]
[Lady Speaking:]
To all my fans,
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, Hmmm...
[Reading CD back]
[Gun shots and screams]
[Bullet shell is dropping]
In My Hood lyrics - 50 Cent
[Verse 1]
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it
You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass
I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk
[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood
[Verse 2]
I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool
On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe
To have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your place
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot
[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood
[Verse 3]
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli
The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
You know not to do good now
[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood
This Is 50 lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
This is 50
[Chorus]
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 1]
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that Pervuian and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks
[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a jux and shit
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib
nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips
[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Bridge]
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit
[Outro]
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah
This is 50
[Chorus]
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 1]
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that Pervuian and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks
[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a jux and shit
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib
nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips
[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Bridge]
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit
[Outro]
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah
I'm Supposed To Die Tonight lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro - 50 Cent]
Ah man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to 'em
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rolling, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
Its elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you should've thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply would've wished that my music would be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Ah man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to 'em
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rolling, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
Its elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you should've thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply would've wished that my music would be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Piggy Bank lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend
I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it with me, he in PC
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I'll give you what I got
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill
I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real
I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed
[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man
All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin'
You gotta do somethin' baby
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin'
nigga everybody's listenin'
Hahahaha
I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said grip up
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend
I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it with me, he in PC
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I'll give you what I got
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill
I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real
I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed
[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man
All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin'
You gotta do somethin' baby
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin'
nigga everybody's listenin'
Hahahaha
I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said grip up
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha
Gatman And Robbin lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Eminem)
[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I'll react like an animal, I'll tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Danger, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze
[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
Mothafucka you retarded,
you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
We're walkin away from a beef, one which clearly you started
I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta
Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT
That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT
Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT
Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS
Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT
He's got my back, I got his back, BACK
Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins
Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in,
To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,
Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable
Some shit'll never boil over
Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone
but let it be known there will be no sit downs
With no Daves and 'Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you
Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through
Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine
Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be
Or we'll be back with a:.
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
Gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got a money scheme, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetery visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I'll react like an animal, I'll tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Danger, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze
[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
Mothafucka you retarded,
you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
We're walkin away from a beef, one which clearly you started
I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta
Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT
That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT
Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT
Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS
Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT
He's got my back, I got his back, BACK
Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins
Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in,
To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,
Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable
Some shit'll never boil over
Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone
but let it be known there will be no sit downs
With no Daves and 'Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you
Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through
Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine
Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be
Or we'll be back with a:.
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
Gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got a money scheme, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetery visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
Candy Shop lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Olivia)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this before
Soon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping
Dripping wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this before
Soon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping
Dripping wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]
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