[beeps]
[phone rings]
[Intro:]
[50 Cent:] Hallo? Oh, shit nigga! Oh, shiit!
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck is going on? [beat starts]
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts"]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (uh-huh!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion!
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (whooo, whooo, whoooooooooooo!)
[50 Cent:]
Some niggas is broke! - Tryna be on some dumb shit.
Me? I'm a grunt - comfortable in that conflict!
Go 'head nigga stunt! - It's cool 'til I get on it, (uh-huh!)
You can keep the blunt but the chain nigga we want it! (take it!) [gunshot]
To all the? jux? or whatever you wanna call it, (yeah!)
Call the police and get hit with a clip for it!
Ya know how I move! - That Semi be on my waistline, (whooo!)
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga I take mine! (yeah!)
I run in your crack house, Mack out! Screaming: "Go 'head make me!" (uh-huh!)
Duck tape! You, the fiends and that snotty nose baby! (AAHHHH!)
Calm down and cooperate! - 'Fore I hit you with some shit that doc' operate
For hours you coward! (whooooooo-whoooooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot] {DAMN!}
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts".]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (hahaa!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!)
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! {LIGHT THE BARBER!} (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion! {SOUTHSIDE!}
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! [gunshot]
[50 Cent:]
I try to keep it keep it cool, he hobby niggas make the rhyme (eh-heh!)
I split ya fucking head, yeah that would stop ya ass from whining! (YEEAH!)
Baby I'm delusional, distorted, no defying! (hahaaa!)
You think you can play me? Pussy go 'head nigga {GOD-...} try it! (AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) {DAMN!}
I fell I broke my arm I felt pain wen I was six,
They kill mommy, at it by 12 I was selling nicks!
See me I'm a survivor; I tell nigga suck a dick! (yeah!)
And niggas know I'm strapped; so they ain't saying shit! (shit!)
Me, I'm a party pooper; [shot] I be fucking up for fun, (uh-huh!)
These niggas wanna stunt [shot] I wan' get at 'em with a gun! (yeah!)
Since a lil' nigga I been on the same shit,
Don't act like something new when niggas getting hit. - Whattup BIG? {50 Cent!}
[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts".]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! (uh-huh)
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (whaat?)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion (yeah!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (RRRRRRRRRR!) {NELSON!}
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (HAHAAAHHH!) {G-UNIT!}
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion!
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion!
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I'm Notoriousssss!
Biggie ain't around now you need me alright!
I'm Notoriousssss!
You can chill with 'Pac, nigga in your next life!
I'm Notoriousssss!
[Outro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 nigga!
I'm back mashed
WHASSUP?
Man this shit getting ready to change man!
Telling you mayne!
Muthafuckin' gangstas can't do the skanky leg!
What's next mayne?
You gon be dropping it low like a stripper? !
Ahh, shit!
I'm tryna fit in and I ca'nt fit in! [classiv evil laughter]
Damn!
I'm BACK BABY!
AAAHHH! [beat fades out] [classiv evil laughter] [rewind] {"FOREVER KING"!}
Things We Do lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I don't wanna hear no complainin'!
Cause ya niggaz already know how I get man! Ya niggaz cannot punk 'round here!
What the fuck ya think it's different cause it's music? [kids ovations]
Nah man fuck that man! {DAMN!}
[50 Cent:]
Close your eyes! - See the shooters see the money in the bag
See the D's in the unmarked - on a niggaz ass.
See '62 on the plate, when niggaz bag up
Scrape the plate my nigga! - Everything add up!
I'm hungry! - Like I been missin' a meal.
Back writin' like I need me a deal. - I show you the steel!
It's a jux nigga feel the chill
Up your spine I'm a menace for real! - I blast to kill! {COME ON!}
Leave your brains on the dash and wheel
Mix the kush with the hash and chill; let's talk bread!
Them niggaz in the way of the money let's shoot their head
The rest of them suckers have scattered it don't matter!
I try to get my head right, I boogie like my head lights
Big Benz! Big friends! Bitch get in!
I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game
We used to be the same, now we not alike man! - C'mon!
[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) [scream] {COME ON!}
The thiiiings you dooooooooo...
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) {"FOREVER KING"!}
[50 Cent:]
I like my bitches fast, jus' like the Porsches
Switch gears, ride at like 500 horses.
Your now rockin' with the boss of the bosses
My wris' glis' so sick I leave a nigga nauseous.
That's you lied! - What's that you got?
I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day!
Follow my footsteps you know I move proper
So what you got a chopper? Nigga I got a chopper!
Mines ain't got no wheels; what's the deal?
Propellor's propel, I'm on the top of New York!
Top of the food chain, nigga talkin' my talk;
Success is my addiction you should take a hit of this {HAHA!}
I'm down for the friction you start it I'll finish it
Victim? - Pick 'em! - Knife work - stick 'em!
Chrome Colt - pop 'em! - Hollowtip - drop 'em!
It won't be long 'fore you're goin' dyin' now, watch 'em! (Come on! Come on!)
[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo... {CAN'T FORGET...}
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu! {NIKKI!}
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) {G-UNIT!}
The thiiiings you dooooooooo... [scraches]
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) [kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"!}
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
After the drought it's the flood! [scraches]
It's strategic man!
I planned it! {HAHA!}
NOW... follow my footsteps!
You know I move proper!
Let me inspire you! [scraches]
Let me make you wanna win!
Let's take it to the top, baby!
I wan' say somethin' that'll make you hungry! [gunshot]
Don't let nobody fuck up your vibe man!
Come in with that negative bullshit we don't wanna hear it!
How they gon' stop a hustler from hustlin'?
Man!
Till next time...
50! [scraches] {LET'S GO!} [beat stops]
Get The Money lyrics - 50 Cent
[Remake of Horace Brown's: "One For The Money"]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! [kids ovation]
Guess what they tell me... [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! {DAMN!}
Guess what they tell me? [rewind]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah! {"FOREVER KING"!}
50!
I make it feel brand new!
Guess what they tell me?
You make me feel... braaaand new!
Hahaa!
Fuck with me!
Yeah! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[50 Cent:]
It go one for the - money! Two for the dough!
Three for the pimpin' now early with the hoes.
Four for my niggaz runnin' around with .44's (yeah!)
Reppin' that five all the way live [gunshot]
I got a style that reign supreme! - Bentley made to lean!
Pull up say what up, make a major scene!
Stunt! - Flash the cream, nine laser beam,
It's hard to miss your team; jus' follow that dot, then pop! [gunshot]
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy...
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!) {DAMN!} [gunshot]
[50 Cent:]
I'm a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me
Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast]
Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'm from the East;
I'm guessin' I'm bi-costal, when I'm on Dre beats! [scream] (yeeeah!)
I get paper! Stack paper! Blow paper! (AAHHHH!)
Make paper! Take paper! I'm major! (YEAH!)
I cake up, new Jacob, nigga wake up!
Your old straight up! - Pay up; or get sprayed up! (whooo!) [gunshot]
[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with meeee (It's all good with me too, baby!)
Finally I can afford - the life of luxuryyyy. (Let's get it! Let's get it!)
And I remember in the daaaay; MAMA - had to work so haaard (Ahh man!)
Just to pay the rent! - All the money spent!
Had to get another job! (And another job!)
Now we're living in a - eight room mansion, hmm-hmm on the hiiill. (We grew up, I blew up!)
And we sipping on, sippin' on Champagne, oooohhh, when we chill, hmmmmm! (Rock with me, come on!)
And we riding - the Lex, Coupe, Beamer! Yeeeaahhh; and the Benz. (Bi'-Bi'- Big Benz!)
All over the wooooorld from the East to the WestCoast,
We're making eeeeends! (Haha!) - See, we do it!
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money, yeah!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches] (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy... [scratches]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Hahaaaa?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) [police sirens]
[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
The show it's what we live fooor cause we - love to siiiiing
[both] We gonna freak you up and down! (Hahaaaa!)
It's how we do our thiiiiiing, (Yeah!)
And to the ladies in the house tonight
Looking flyyyyy you got it right! (Lookin' good baby!)
It's gonna be an after partyyyyy,
And I've got to have somebody, and take 'em to my
Eight room mansion [blast] - on the hill (Wooohooooo!)
We'll be sipping champaaaagne, sippin' on Champagne - when we chiiiill (Big money, big money, come on!)
And we're riiiiding, oohhhhh! The Lex, Coupe, Beamer - and the Benz (What we ridin' in!) [scratches]
All the players from the East (Hahaaaa!) to the WestCoast
We're making ends; oooooohhhhh! This is why we do iiiiiit... [scratches]
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Yeah! Go!) [scratches] - Honeyyy...
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!) [scratches]
Two for the shoow! (Yeah!) [scratches]
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation] - Hoooowwww we do iiiiit!
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! - Till we do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [gunshot] - Oooooohhhhhh!
One for the moneyyyy! (Big money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! Threeeeeeeee, yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Get money, money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation]
[Bridge: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
Why we siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing? - Why we siiiing? (Oh, this is my favorite part!)
It's the joy it briiiings! - Joyyy it briings! (Yeah!)
You know that you like our styyyle
The reason whyyyyy, yeeeeeeeaaaaah!
(You gotta hear me when this shit's playin', when I'm in the shower man!)
The reason why we do what we doooo!
(You walkin' with me big man!) See we got a love - for the music!
Simple as one - two, three, sing it! (Ooooooooohhhhhhh!)
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (YEAH!) [gunshot]
Two for the shoow! - Do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Yeah!)
Here we gooo! - Doooo iiiiiiiit! (You gon' respect this man!)
One for the moneyyyy! - Yes, we do! [beat fades out]
Two for the shoow! - Ooooooooohhhhhh! (This is that shit right here!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches]
Here we gooo! - Weeeeeeeee dooo it! [scratches] [beat stops] {LET'S GO!}
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Maaan...
You gonna be able to play this tape... until I hear this shit comin' outta every car, man!
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! [kids ovation]
Guess what they tell me... [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! {DAMN!}
Guess what they tell me? [rewind]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah! {"FOREVER KING"!}
50!
I make it feel brand new!
Guess what they tell me?
You make me feel... braaaand new!
Hahaa!
Fuck with me!
Yeah! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[50 Cent:]
It go one for the - money! Two for the dough!
Three for the pimpin' now early with the hoes.
Four for my niggaz runnin' around with .44's (yeah!)
Reppin' that five all the way live [gunshot]
I got a style that reign supreme! - Bentley made to lean!
Pull up say what up, make a major scene!
Stunt! - Flash the cream, nine laser beam,
It's hard to miss your team; jus' follow that dot, then pop! [gunshot]
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy...
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!) {DAMN!} [gunshot]
[50 Cent:]
I'm a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me
Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast]
Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'm from the East;
I'm guessin' I'm bi-costal, when I'm on Dre beats! [scream] (yeeeah!)
I get paper! Stack paper! Blow paper! (AAHHHH!)
Make paper! Take paper! I'm major! (YEAH!)
I cake up, new Jacob, nigga wake up!
Your old straight up! - Pay up; or get sprayed up! (whooo!) [gunshot]
[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with meeee (It's all good with me too, baby!)
Finally I can afford - the life of luxuryyyy. (Let's get it! Let's get it!)
And I remember in the daaaay; MAMA - had to work so haaard (Ahh man!)
Just to pay the rent! - All the money spent!
Had to get another job! (And another job!)
Now we're living in a - eight room mansion, hmm-hmm on the hiiill. (We grew up, I blew up!)
And we sipping on, sippin' on Champagne, oooohhh, when we chill, hmmmmm! (Rock with me, come on!)
And we riding - the Lex, Coupe, Beamer! Yeeeaahhh; and the Benz. (Bi'-Bi'- Big Benz!)
All over the wooooorld from the East to the WestCoast,
We're making eeeeends! (Haha!) - See, we do it!
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money, yeah!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches] (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy... [scratches]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Hahaaaa?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) [police sirens]
[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
The show it's what we live fooor cause we - love to siiiiing
[both] We gonna freak you up and down! (Hahaaaa!)
It's how we do our thiiiiiing, (Yeah!)
And to the ladies in the house tonight
Looking flyyyyy you got it right! (Lookin' good baby!)
It's gonna be an after partyyyyy,
And I've got to have somebody, and take 'em to my
Eight room mansion [blast] - on the hill (Wooohooooo!)
We'll be sipping champaaaagne, sippin' on Champagne - when we chiiiill (Big money, big money, come on!)
And we're riiiiding, oohhhhh! The Lex, Coupe, Beamer - and the Benz (What we ridin' in!) [scratches]
All the players from the East (Hahaaaa!) to the WestCoast
We're making ends; oooooohhhhh! This is why we do iiiiiit... [scratches]
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Yeah! Go!) [scratches] - Honeyyy...
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!) [scratches]
Two for the shoow! (Yeah!) [scratches]
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation] - Hoooowwww we do iiiiit!
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! - Till we do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [gunshot] - Oooooohhhhhh!
One for the moneyyyy! (Big money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! Threeeeeeeee, yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Get money, money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation]
[Bridge: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
Why we siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing? - Why we siiiing? (Oh, this is my favorite part!)
It's the joy it briiiings! - Joyyy it briings! (Yeah!)
You know that you like our styyyle
The reason whyyyyy, yeeeeeeeaaaaah!
(You gotta hear me when this shit's playin', when I'm in the shower man!)
The reason why we do what we doooo!
(You walkin' with me big man!) See we got a love - for the music!
Simple as one - two, three, sing it! (Ooooooooohhhhhhh!)
[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (YEAH!) [gunshot]
Two for the shoow! - Do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Yeah!)
Here we gooo! - Doooo iiiiiiiit! (You gon' respect this man!)
One for the moneyyyy! - Yes, we do! [beat fades out]
Two for the shoow! - Ooooooooohhhhhh! (This is that shit right here!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches]
Here we gooo! - Weeeeeeeee dooo it! [scratches] [beat stops] {LET'S GO!}
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Maaan...
You gonna be able to play this tape... until I hear this shit comin' outta every car, man!
Funny How Time Flies lyrics - 50 Cent
I know what she like,
I know what she want,
Yeah yeah [x3]
My bitch just like me so I know she want stunt,
A taste of the good life, yeah I know what she want,
A trip to PR, sex in the car, floating diamonds shabar,
Cool as hood, it's all good, that's what we are,
Find exotic space to visit, chinchilla, gator-lizid
That's how a nigga gizzit, when I'm on my shizzit,
Bright light, city lights, for niggas so flashy,
How you like that, dat ferrari flew past me,
So fast a nigga don't know limits,
Had a bad bitch in it, I can't see da boy tinted,
Get the money then spin it, break rules or bend it,
To my liking, I move like a viking, a warrior,
I shouldn't mean more to you,
I'm the american dream, one man regime,
Shorty love me like she love new shoes,
Then she sure to investigate me like the feds ohhh,
[Chorus:]
Funny how time flies, when were making love,
It goes on and on and on,
We just can't go wrong [x2]
niggas smile, they can frown, they can love it,
They can hate it, they can wish mad shit on us,
It's cool we made it,
Look at me to see the lords blessings,
While they stressing,
Switch whips, push the Bugatti through the recession,
It's just me and you, I can see it clear,
Hoes coming I need you to snatch this bitch to here,
It's all hood, you hesitate they put our life on pause,
It's a commen wealth state baby they make up laws,
F-ck ? it's you or me baby, we all we got,
I say we gon make, they sayin we not,
Yeah but they don't know I'm meant for you,
They don't know how you into me,
They don't know shit bout how we bond mentally,
Their relationships are oh so basic,
They can't understand how we do and how we say shit,
So blunt, don't front, I got you open,
It's the original G shit, you know how we Duck down,
[Chorus]
I know what she want,
Yeah yeah [x3]
My bitch just like me so I know she want stunt,
A taste of the good life, yeah I know what she want,
A trip to PR, sex in the car, floating diamonds shabar,
Cool as hood, it's all good, that's what we are,
Find exotic space to visit, chinchilla, gator-lizid
That's how a nigga gizzit, when I'm on my shizzit,
Bright light, city lights, for niggas so flashy,
How you like that, dat ferrari flew past me,
So fast a nigga don't know limits,
Had a bad bitch in it, I can't see da boy tinted,
Get the money then spin it, break rules or bend it,
To my liking, I move like a viking, a warrior,
I shouldn't mean more to you,
I'm the american dream, one man regime,
Shorty love me like she love new shoes,
Then she sure to investigate me like the feds ohhh,
[Chorus:]
Funny how time flies, when were making love,
It goes on and on and on,
We just can't go wrong [x2]
niggas smile, they can frown, they can love it,
They can hate it, they can wish mad shit on us,
It's cool we made it,
Look at me to see the lords blessings,
While they stressing,
Switch whips, push the Bugatti through the recession,
It's just me and you, I can see it clear,
Hoes coming I need you to snatch this bitch to here,
It's all hood, you hesitate they put our life on pause,
It's a commen wealth state baby they make up laws,
F-ck ? it's you or me baby, we all we got,
I say we gon make, they sayin we not,
Yeah but they don't know I'm meant for you,
They don't know how you into me,
They don't know shit bout how we bond mentally,
Their relationships are oh so basic,
They can't understand how we do and how we say shit,
So blunt, don't front, I got you open,
It's the original G shit, you know how we Duck down,
[Chorus]
If U Leaving, Then Leave... lyrics - 50 Cent
Yea
1 2, 1 2, testing, I said 1 2
(Bring it back)
Yea
1 2, 1 2, testing I said 1 2
1 2, 1 2, ya'll niggas know just how I do
Let's get more paper, more bread
It grind time I ain't fuckin round kid
Got a new case d's ain't got no proof
Got a new coupe it ain't got no roof
Test me see if I won't shoot
I'll cock that bang that quick for the loot
Tre deuce got it stashed in the boot
If there's a problem I get to the roof
Go head get your ass shot then q
You talk too much boy I'll put ya on mute
Even me would need more than a vest
And more than one strap I guess
You got me all fucked up
I might just get your whole clique stuck up
Then come back and sell your shit back
I'm known for grimey shit like that
Ask around niggas know me good
South side nigga this my hood
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
So happy huh
Yea
What happened girl
What's happenin
Come on
Haha
Yea
Come on come on
Haha
Whooooooooo kiiiiiiiiid
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
So sorry I'm sorry
No no
Come on come on
We gonna take it up a notch now
Haha
Nana no nana no
Whoooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooo
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
Ho
Calm down baby
Your over reactin
Haha
Don't mistreat me baby
I won't let ya
No
Quit lyin to me
Cause I'm a re? the v
You make me feel crazy
You know u my first baby
You not gonna go away
Sit your ass down right here
It's 50 come on bounce with me come on
Just makes me feel good man
Yea
Double shifts?
Uh uh uh come on
Well if you're leavin then leave
Haha
You want me
To be your man
You know u need me girl
I don't know why u actin the way you acting
You love me let me hear you say you love me
Oh now you don't wanna say it cause everybody listening
Ahh you full of shit man
It's cool it's cool
You love me later
You love me long time
Haha
Damn!
1 2, 1 2, testing, I said 1 2
(Bring it back)
Yea
1 2, 1 2, testing I said 1 2
1 2, 1 2, ya'll niggas know just how I do
Let's get more paper, more bread
It grind time I ain't fuckin round kid
Got a new case d's ain't got no proof
Got a new coupe it ain't got no roof
Test me see if I won't shoot
I'll cock that bang that quick for the loot
Tre deuce got it stashed in the boot
If there's a problem I get to the roof
Go head get your ass shot then q
You talk too much boy I'll put ya on mute
Even me would need more than a vest
And more than one strap I guess
You got me all fucked up
I might just get your whole clique stuck up
Then come back and sell your shit back
I'm known for grimey shit like that
Ask around niggas know me good
South side nigga this my hood
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
So happy huh
Yea
What happened girl
What's happenin
Come on
Haha
Yea
Come on come on
Haha
Whooooooooo kiiiiiiiiid
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
So sorry I'm sorry
No no
Come on come on
We gonna take it up a notch now
Haha
Nana no nana no
Whoooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooo
Well if your leavin then leave
On your way out leave me my keys
Well if your leavin then leave
If your leavin then leave
Well if your leavin then leave
Get to walkin and leave me my v
Ho
Calm down baby
Your over reactin
Haha
Don't mistreat me baby
I won't let ya
No
Quit lyin to me
Cause I'm a re? the v
You make me feel crazy
You know u my first baby
You not gonna go away
Sit your ass down right here
It's 50 come on bounce with me come on
Just makes me feel good man
Yea
Double shifts?
Uh uh uh come on
Well if you're leavin then leave
Haha
You want me
To be your man
You know u need me girl
I don't know why u actin the way you acting
You love me let me hear you say you love me
Oh now you don't wanna say it cause everybody listening
Ahh you full of shit man
It's cool it's cool
You love me later
You love me long time
Haha
Damn!
Dreaming lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Niggas crazy! (keep on dreeeaamin'...)
Think they gon' catch sleepin'! (keep on dreeeaamin'...)
I'm on point nigga! (I said keep on dreeeaamin'...)
24/7, ya heard? (hehe!)
[Chorus:]
Hey day-dreamer, I see you dreaming!
I cock my strap! - I see you scheming!
I want you to try me, nigga I'm fiending,
To pop my shit - then forever your sleeping!
When robberies - done in properly
It turns into murder one, one, one!
Move properly; or get drop see,
Come at me wrong and your DONE, DONE, DONE!
[Verse 1:]
No two face or mean mug! No mask, no gloves!
Picture in my peripheral, I tearing you up!
I'm watching! - You pro'ly got my eyes wide shut,
I'm waiting for you to cross the line and get bucked!
I lean in the lotus take off like a rocket
Got your bitch outta pocket, my hustle you can't knock it!
I got paper like a city bank! - Nigga you need a loan!
Got a brain! - Use your brain or get your brains blown!
Watch my watch tic-toc and get popped,
See my chain gleam, scheme, and get met with the beam 'kno'Imean?
I'm not a freshman! I'm a senior, year, head of my class!
I put a hollowtip head in your ass!
You try to jam me, thinking I'm candy, ain't nothing sweet
I run the streets with all sorts of heat!
You try to eat try elsewhere! - My presence is felt here!
You won't need welfare! - Your ass will get melt here! - Nigga yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Test me; you wanna die? - Murder aluminia,
Fresh out the projects the chain on my neck!
It's off limits, touch it touch the sky!
Touch it I send you to your dead homies to say: "Hi!"
I work niggas in the fractions, I'm down for that action
Talk that (chubba/Jabba?) talk - til I come with that Colt!
Then it's: "Bye-bye! Close your eyes learn to fly!"
"Why go through it? Why try test I?"
When you know I ain't rap, right? I'm strapped, right?
2-4-7 3-6-5 I'm outside!
Steady mobbin', I'm all in, I'm not the one you robbing,
Have me creeping crawling? Shell cases falling!
Bullet hit your leg, break your limb!
Bullets hit your chest, make you slim!
Bullets fly and run away from them!
Bullets miss ya hit your closest friend!
You pussy man! - You should have gave your toast to him! (fuck ya sucker!)
[Chorus]
Niggas crazy! (keep on dreeeaamin'...)
Think they gon' catch sleepin'! (keep on dreeeaamin'...)
I'm on point nigga! (I said keep on dreeeaamin'...)
24/7, ya heard? (hehe!)
[Chorus:]
Hey day-dreamer, I see you dreaming!
I cock my strap! - I see you scheming!
I want you to try me, nigga I'm fiending,
To pop my shit - then forever your sleeping!
When robberies - done in properly
It turns into murder one, one, one!
Move properly; or get drop see,
Come at me wrong and your DONE, DONE, DONE!
[Verse 1:]
No two face or mean mug! No mask, no gloves!
Picture in my peripheral, I tearing you up!
I'm watching! - You pro'ly got my eyes wide shut,
I'm waiting for you to cross the line and get bucked!
I lean in the lotus take off like a rocket
Got your bitch outta pocket, my hustle you can't knock it!
I got paper like a city bank! - Nigga you need a loan!
Got a brain! - Use your brain or get your brains blown!
Watch my watch tic-toc and get popped,
See my chain gleam, scheme, and get met with the beam 'kno'Imean?
I'm not a freshman! I'm a senior, year, head of my class!
I put a hollowtip head in your ass!
You try to jam me, thinking I'm candy, ain't nothing sweet
I run the streets with all sorts of heat!
You try to eat try elsewhere! - My presence is felt here!
You won't need welfare! - Your ass will get melt here! - Nigga yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Test me; you wanna die? - Murder aluminia,
Fresh out the projects the chain on my neck!
It's off limits, touch it touch the sky!
Touch it I send you to your dead homies to say: "Hi!"
I work niggas in the fractions, I'm down for that action
Talk that (chubba/Jabba?) talk - til I come with that Colt!
Then it's: "Bye-bye! Close your eyes learn to fly!"
"Why go through it? Why try test I?"
When you know I ain't rap, right? I'm strapped, right?
2-4-7 3-6-5 I'm outside!
Steady mobbin', I'm all in, I'm not the one you robbing,
Have me creeping crawling? Shell cases falling!
Bullet hit your leg, break your limb!
Bullets hit your chest, make you slim!
Bullets fly and run away from them!
Bullets miss ya hit your closest friend!
You pussy man! - You should have gave your toast to him! (fuck ya sucker!)
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson Freestyle lyrics - 50 Cent
[Michael Jackson sample from Jackson 5's: "I Wanna Be Where You Are".]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
{DAMN!} I'm number one!
Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!)
They act like they know God better than me
I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!)
Allah O Akbar clap him run through your backyard
Let the Mack off! - Tear half off your back off. (whoooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot]
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'?
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'm number one! [kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"!}
Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!)
They act like they know God better than me
I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!)
Allah O Akbar clap him run through your backyard
Let the Mack off! - Tear half off your back off. (whoooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot]
This is my block, my spot, I am here
I'm a SouthSide nigga 'till the bone, get that clear. [scream]
Now I got a better hustle so I'm gettin' better bread
Buy my bitches better shit so they gimme better head. (say: "Whaaaat"!)
You thinkin' about gettin' down [scream] with me yeah you better kid
Where the fuck you gon' get a job you a predicate...
... Felon! - It's back to crack sellin'
Nigga get caught tellin' the show crack the melon! (AAAAAHHH-OOOOOOOHHH!) [Tarzan shouts]
I told you I blow now you see it to believe it
My head gassed up man I'm so conceded.
Nigga you ain't never gonna see me in the hood. (uh-huh!)
Mother-fuck that shit! Nigga I'm too good! (hahaaaa!) [gunshot]
Run tell niggaz 50's bougie
You don't buy his CD's and don't go see his movies! (fuck that!)
He don't act like he used to in Juve' ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!)
He was on the medication that nigga there loony.
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Can it be I been away too long? (Ohhhh!)
I mean way too long!
[Michael Jackson (50 Cent):]
Can it be I stayed away too long? (I been away man!)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (Did you forget me?)
It's not my thing trying to get back! (I'm back baby! I'm back!)
But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (Well, I'm in SouthSide!)
You don't have to worry - 'cause I'm coming! (Haha!)
Back to where I should have always staaaayed!
And now I've heard the maybe - to your story (This is that shit right here!)
And it's enough love for me to staaaaaaaay! (Ahhhhhhh!) {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (I'm a ask you again! Did you forget about me?)
It's not my thing trying to get baaaack,
But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (South-Side!)
[Chorus: Michael Jackson (50 Cent)]
I wanna, wanna be where you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - Anywhere you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - I wanna, wanna be where you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - Everywhere you are! (I said I wanna be where you are!)
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - (Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!) [gunshot] {DAMN!} [beat stops]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
{DAMN!} I'm number one!
Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!)
They act like they know God better than me
I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!)
Allah O Akbar clap him run through your backyard
Let the Mack off! - Tear half off your back off. (whoooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot]
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'?
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'm number one! [kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"!}
Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!)
I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!)
They act like they know God better than me
I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!)
Allah O Akbar clap him run through your backyard
Let the Mack off! - Tear half off your back off. (whoooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot]
This is my block, my spot, I am here
I'm a SouthSide nigga 'till the bone, get that clear. [scream]
Now I got a better hustle so I'm gettin' better bread
Buy my bitches better shit so they gimme better head. (say: "Whaaaat"!)
You thinkin' about gettin' down [scream] with me yeah you better kid
Where the fuck you gon' get a job you a predicate...
... Felon! - It's back to crack sellin'
Nigga get caught tellin' the show crack the melon! (AAAAAHHH-OOOOOOOHHH!) [Tarzan shouts]
I told you I blow now you see it to believe it
My head gassed up man I'm so conceded.
Nigga you ain't never gonna see me in the hood. (uh-huh!)
Mother-fuck that shit! Nigga I'm too good! (hahaaaa!) [gunshot]
Run tell niggaz 50's bougie
You don't buy his CD's and don't go see his movies! (fuck that!)
He don't act like he used to in Juve' ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!)
He was on the medication that nigga there loony.
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Can it be I been away too long? (Ohhhh!)
I mean way too long!
[Michael Jackson (50 Cent):]
Can it be I stayed away too long? (I been away man!)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (Did you forget me?)
It's not my thing trying to get back! (I'm back baby! I'm back!)
But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (Well, I'm in SouthSide!)
You don't have to worry - 'cause I'm coming! (Haha!)
Back to where I should have always staaaayed!
And now I've heard the maybe - to your story (This is that shit right here!)
And it's enough love for me to staaaaaaaay! (Ahhhhhhh!) {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (I'm a ask you again! Did you forget about me?)
It's not my thing trying to get baaaack,
But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (South-Side!)
[Chorus: Michael Jackson (50 Cent)]
I wanna, wanna be where you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - Anywhere you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - I wanna, wanna be where you are!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - Everywhere you are! (I said I wanna be where you are!)
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! - (Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!) [gunshot] {DAMN!} [beat stops]
London Girl Pt. 2 lyrics - 50 Cent
{DAMN!}
[Intro: {DJ Whoo KidDJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh!
Yeah!
50!
Part 2! [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]
[Intro:]
Uh!
Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET TONY!}
50! {UK!}
Part 2! {DIRT T!} [kids ovation] [giggle]
[Bridge 1:]
She so-so distipated,
I think she underrated!
She happy that I made it
From the US back to the UK! [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
[Verse 1:]
She-she's suck me 'til I came, then she suck me more [scream]
She sucked me with a condome, then she suck me raw! [scream]
She a freak, my-my gun thing girl
It's not another bitch like her in the whole wide world! [giggle] [scream]
Hey Tony! (What, bruh?) I think I'm in Love!
This bitch licked all over my ass-crack, huh?
From the window she went to the waaall
From the tip of the dick - to the baaaall [giggle] [scream]
I mean freaky shit, she do it aaall
Went from red two, to pay to upon!
I told her Lil' Kim said it: "Take it in the pot!"
I done! - She did it, she's a badass squad! [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She-she's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
She-she's my London girl! [scream]
My-my-my London giiirl! [scream]
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle] {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Verse 2:]
I left her on my bed, she was masterbatin'
She told me, give it to her quit procrastinatin'.
She's just like me, this is fascinatin'
She's a freak, I'm a freak, isn't this quite unique? [giggle]
We'll be fuckin' for an hour, cuff her to the bed
I'm not a cop! - I'm an outlaw, Billy The Kid!
Role-play all day! - Staircase, Hallway! - Rooftop
S-E-X non-stop!
See the sceneary! - Same postition
My ghetto kama sutra's I'll, now listen!
She flexiable! - I make her do yoga, (yoga!)
Twice-a-day I'm bendin' her over. (over) [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She-she's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
She-she's my London girl! ([EMINEM:] WHOO! WHATTA FUCK?)
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [scream] [giggle]
[Bridge 2:]
I just came from the USA
Now I'm back in the UK! [Tarzan shouts]
I just came from the USA,
Now I'm back in the UK! (heeey!)
[Outro:]
(She-she's my London giiiirl!)
I MAKE IT LOOK EASY, MAN!
DAMN! (She-she's my London giiiirl!)
(My-my-my London giiirl!) [giggle] [rewind] [Tarzan shouts]
[Intro: {DJ Whoo KidDJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh!
Yeah!
50!
Part 2! [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]
[Intro:]
Uh!
Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET TONY!}
50! {UK!}
Part 2! {DIRT T!} [kids ovation] [giggle]
[Bridge 1:]
She so-so distipated,
I think she underrated!
She happy that I made it
From the US back to the UK! [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
[Verse 1:]
She-she's suck me 'til I came, then she suck me more [scream]
She sucked me with a condome, then she suck me raw! [scream]
She a freak, my-my gun thing girl
It's not another bitch like her in the whole wide world! [giggle] [scream]
Hey Tony! (What, bruh?) I think I'm in Love!
This bitch licked all over my ass-crack, huh?
From the window she went to the waaall
From the tip of the dick - to the baaaall [giggle] [scream]
I mean freaky shit, she do it aaall
Went from red two, to pay to upon!
I told her Lil' Kim said it: "Take it in the pot!"
I done! - She did it, she's a badass squad! [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She-she's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
She-she's my London girl! [scream]
My-my-my London giiirl! [scream]
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle] {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Verse 2:]
I left her on my bed, she was masterbatin'
She told me, give it to her quit procrastinatin'.
She's just like me, this is fascinatin'
She's a freak, I'm a freak, isn't this quite unique? [giggle]
We'll be fuckin' for an hour, cuff her to the bed
I'm not a cop! - I'm an outlaw, Billy The Kid!
Role-play all day! - Staircase, Hallway! - Rooftop
S-E-X non-stop!
See the sceneary! - Same postition
My ghetto kama sutra's I'll, now listen!
She flexiable! - I make her do yoga, (yoga!)
Twice-a-day I'm bendin' her over. (over) [giggle]
[Chorus:]
She-she's my London girl!
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [giggle]
She-she's my London girl! ([EMINEM:] WHOO! WHATTA FUCK?)
My-my-my London giiirl!
She-she's my London giirl!
My-my-my London giiirl! [scream] [giggle]
[Bridge 2:]
I just came from the USA
Now I'm back in the UK! [Tarzan shouts]
I just came from the USA,
Now I'm back in the UK! (heeey!)
[Outro:]
(She-she's my London giiiirl!)
I MAKE IT LOOK EASY, MAN!
DAMN! (She-she's my London giiiirl!)
(My-my-my London giiirl!) [giggle] [rewind] [Tarzan shouts]
Touch Me lyrics - 50 Cent
Yeah she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicous
Maybe this is, who I should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle I mean she hot like a kettle
Well me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
So I line you up and I dent you, you run you're fucked when I catch you
You only eat cause I let you I hate the fact that I met you
When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
[Verse: 50 Cent]
Haha... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...
She scratch my back when I'm strokin' she scream she like it she open
I'm sittin' back while she suckin', she super freaky I love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah I chase it
She do it just how I like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin' her limits that's why I'm pushin' up in it
Start kissin' her lips, then I'm kissin' her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby...), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (50...), baby I'm about to explode (Whooo... !)
Cause all my love you can control... (This is how it's supposed to feel I said this is how it's supposed to feel...)
[Verse: Case (50 Cent)]
I'll spend the night with you (Haha...), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean...)
Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Work it out now... Wooohooooooo... !)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha...)
Please me low and be my friend, I'll come back and hit it again (And hit it again...)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again...)
Don't go away (Yeah... Come on girl...)
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good...) feel me and caress me (I mean real good...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Haha...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah... I can feel it... Owwwwww... !)
[Verse: Foxy Brown (50 Cent)]
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh...)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin', you ain't know that I be mackin' (Nah...)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees (Yeah...)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin' cristal-ise
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Yeah...) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (Now bend, and stretch come on...), baby I'm about to explode (Work it out... I said work it out...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Come on break it down... That's how they break it down... Haha...)
Touch me, tease me (This is what I call fun...) feel me and caress me (I'm havin' so much fun...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (I'm back to work...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
Maybe this is, who I should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle I mean she hot like a kettle
Well me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
So I line you up and I dent you, you run you're fucked when I catch you
You only eat cause I let you I hate the fact that I met you
When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
[Verse: 50 Cent]
Haha... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...
She scratch my back when I'm strokin' she scream she like it she open
I'm sittin' back while she suckin', she super freaky I love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah I chase it
She do it just how I like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin' her limits that's why I'm pushin' up in it
Start kissin' her lips, then I'm kissin' her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy...
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby...), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (50...), baby I'm about to explode (Whooo... !)
Cause all my love you can control... (This is how it's supposed to feel I said this is how it's supposed to feel...)
[Verse: Case (50 Cent)]
I'll spend the night with you (Haha...), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean...)
Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Work it out now... Wooohooooooo... !)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha...)
Please me low and be my friend, I'll come back and hit it again (And hit it again...)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again...)
Don't go away (Yeah... Come on girl...)
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good...) feel me and caress me (I mean real good...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Haha...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah... I can feel it... Owwwwww... !)
[Verse: Foxy Brown (50 Cent)]
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh...)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin', you ain't know that I be mackin' (Nah...)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees (Yeah...)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin' cristal-ise
[Chorus: Case (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Yeah...) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (Now bend, and stretch come on...), baby I'm about to explode (Work it out... I said work it out...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Come on break it down... That's how they break it down... Haha...)
Touch me, tease me (This is what I call fun...) feel me and caress me (I'm havin' so much fun...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (I'm back to work...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)
I Line Niggas lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
I'm tryin to tell you but you won't hear me son
The nigga be right there in front of them buildings
Yeah nigga, yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah nigga, yeah (yeah)
Yeah nigga, yeah (yeah!)
Yeah yeah yeah nigga, yeah [growls]
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I line niggaz, I do my homework
I find niggaz, the niggaz that did that
They my niggaz, you bring that bullshit
'round my niggaz, you die, DIE NIGGA DIE!
[50 Cent]
I right 'bout where your man'll stay, my man blew your man away
Did him dirty and ran away, who's the next candidate?
Get hit with the cannon AY! You lil' niggaz wan' play
We can go back and forth and pour yay
Let it off, hop in the rental car, pull away smooth
Put that twerk in that work and we at you with the tools
Nigga we ain't sellin packs no more so we ain't on the strip
Get that llama in the 'Llac strapped leanin in the whip
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
First I find your bitch creep, then we found a nail shop
Now would you looky here, we done found your momma's spot
It's so easy, damn I'm greasy
Goons don't use Auto-Tune, that's Yeezy
Yeah, summer now, good time to hunt you down
Keep the pump around, we catch him we gon' slump him now
Timin is everything, I plot it out perfect
Drop a bag off to my nigga just to make it worth it
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Nigga whattup!
These niggaz think I'm playin with 'em, yeah
Niggaz smilin and shit, go 'head nigga!
Keep thinkin I'm careful
I'll shoot the SHIT out of these niggaz man
I let my niggaz go, WATCH! (I line niggaz)
OH MY GOD! Y'all niggaz KNOW ME (I line niggaz)
Y'all wasn't supposed to let me get this money!
Now what? (I line niggaz)
I'm tryin to tell you but you won't hear me son
The nigga be right there in front of them buildings
Yeah nigga, yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah nigga, yeah (yeah)
Yeah nigga, yeah (yeah!)
Yeah yeah yeah nigga, yeah [growls]
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I line niggaz, I do my homework
I find niggaz, the niggaz that did that
They my niggaz, you bring that bullshit
'round my niggaz, you die, DIE NIGGA DIE!
[50 Cent]
I right 'bout where your man'll stay, my man blew your man away
Did him dirty and ran away, who's the next candidate?
Get hit with the cannon AY! You lil' niggaz wan' play
We can go back and forth and pour yay
Let it off, hop in the rental car, pull away smooth
Put that twerk in that work and we at you with the tools
Nigga we ain't sellin packs no more so we ain't on the strip
Get that llama in the 'Llac strapped leanin in the whip
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
First I find your bitch creep, then we found a nail shop
Now would you looky here, we done found your momma's spot
It's so easy, damn I'm greasy
Goons don't use Auto-Tune, that's Yeezy
Yeah, summer now, good time to hunt you down
Keep the pump around, we catch him we gon' slump him now
Timin is everything, I plot it out perfect
Drop a bag off to my nigga just to make it worth it
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Nigga whattup!
These niggaz think I'm playin with 'em, yeah
Niggaz smilin and shit, go 'head nigga!
Keep thinkin I'm careful
I'll shoot the SHIT out of these niggaz man
I let my niggaz go, WATCH! (I line niggaz)
OH MY GOD! Y'all niggaz KNOW ME (I line niggaz)
Y'all wasn't supposed to let me get this money!
Now what? (I line niggaz)
Talking In Codes lyrics - 50 Cent
{"Alright, are you ready?"}
[50] Fuck that
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
These niggaz is green, these niggaz is green
I'm talkin in codes, pardon me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze hit him through the do'
These niggaz is green, these niggaz is green
I'm talkin in codes, pardon me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
These niggaz is green
[50 Cent]
It's nuttin to it, cock it, bang it and get rid of that
Hit his fitted cap, he won't get a chance to Twitter that
I make the Ruger sing a song, bullets hum to you
You better have God wit'chu when I come to you
I'm a grimy nigga, I said some simple shit
You's a dirty nigga with syphilis on your dick
I catch you I'ma wash you up, line you, spit-shine you
Leave you right there in the street, where niggaz can find you
Die nigga die, fly pelican fly
When I pull it eat a bullet, don't question me why
What's the laws of the jungle, I'll show you what the gun do
My bad, what the shell do; you rot until they smell you
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Get green son get him, cut his head
He didn't even see it comin, he sleepin that's what he did
Get biz, niggaz actin like it ain't what it is
Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit
Let Doc come sew him up, gang signs throw 'em up
In my hood growin up - you pussy or you bout it
You shootin or you runnin, the police comin
Niggaz get at you, you get at them or you don't mean nuttin
Niggaz walk tough, even walk like warriors
On some G shit they get to singin like Gloria
Now come clean, tell us what you told the D's
Matter fact don't tell us shit, motherfucker hold this
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, feels like summer to me
Expect it nice and hot
40 Day, my bad my bad
Family Day, I be in the projects
Y'all come check me out
Get a chance to do some new shit
You don't wanna miss this, trust me
[Chorus]
[50] Fuck that
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
These niggaz is green, these niggaz is green
I'm talkin in codes, pardon me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze hit him through the do'
These niggaz is green, these niggaz is green
I'm talkin in codes, pardon me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
These niggaz is green
[50 Cent]
It's nuttin to it, cock it, bang it and get rid of that
Hit his fitted cap, he won't get a chance to Twitter that
I make the Ruger sing a song, bullets hum to you
You better have God wit'chu when I come to you
I'm a grimy nigga, I said some simple shit
You's a dirty nigga with syphilis on your dick
I catch you I'ma wash you up, line you, spit-shine you
Leave you right there in the street, where niggaz can find you
Die nigga die, fly pelican fly
When I pull it eat a bullet, don't question me why
What's the laws of the jungle, I'll show you what the gun do
My bad, what the shell do; you rot until they smell you
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Get green son get him, cut his head
He didn't even see it comin, he sleepin that's what he did
Get biz, niggaz actin like it ain't what it is
Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit
Let Doc come sew him up, gang signs throw 'em up
In my hood growin up - you pussy or you bout it
You shootin or you runnin, the police comin
Niggaz get at you, you get at them or you don't mean nuttin
Niggaz walk tough, even walk like warriors
On some G shit they get to singin like Gloria
Now come clean, tell us what you told the D's
Matter fact don't tell us shit, motherfucker hold this
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, feels like summer to me
Expect it nice and hot
40 Day, my bad my bad
Family Day, I be in the projects
Y'all come check me out
Get a chance to do some new shit
You don't wanna miss this, trust me
[Chorus]
Ok, You're Right lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
[Chorus:]
When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah)
What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw)
I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah)
Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin
I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin
Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler
He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back
They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin
I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami
They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty
I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball
I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless
You could come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right
Okay okay okay okay - you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you're right
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
[Chorus:]
When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah)
What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw)
I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah)
Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin
I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin
Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler
He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back
They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin
I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami
They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty
I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball
I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless
You could come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right
Okay okay okay okay - you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you're right
Redrum (Murder) lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
No it don't fuckin matter!
{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
We gon' do it MY way
{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
From here on out it's my way
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
187 in motion
Hammer cocked when I'm coastin, yeah
187 in motion
Hammer cocked when I'm coastin
Redrum, redrum
Fuck with me it'll be murder one
Redrum, redrum
One shooter, ten shots, one gun
This is redrum
{"Oh it's too late, oh it's too late"}
[50 Cent]
If I hit him I'll hurt him, I just catch him and murk him
I'm not sittin here waitin for him to come back - naw!
Soon as I spot him I got him, I'ma run up and drop him
Get that P-90 poppin, nigga hold that - uhh!
I get the gun and they runnin, niggaz know me for dumbin
I got a good reputation, what the fuck can I say
Some of these niggaz is bitches, yeah most of 'em snitches
So I don't let 'em know it's me, doin dirt when it's me
I know just how to work it, I can make it go perfect
Have the homicides sittin there, scratchin their head
To me a victim's a victim, you could pay me and pick 'em
Then I hunt him down and take his head off like I dare ya
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I bet you think that I'm vicious, catch you huggin and kissin
While the love's in the air, I put a hole in your heart
Plus so now that I'm missin, I'm a fuckin magician
You might find my DNA, all over your broad
Me and my cannibal methods, I eat you niggaz for breakfast
See the cannon respect it, nigga take off the chain (now!)
Robberies turn to murder, I do shit you ain't heard of
Change my mind and just pop you, in a blink of an eye
I know you thought I was bluffin, but to me this is nothin
Now you can lay there, leakin, go 'head curl up and die
You tell God when you see him, I'll be happy to meet him
I went to service this evenin, he forgives, not I
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
It's murder
Nothin but murder
{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
No it don't fuckin matter!
{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
We gon' do it MY way
{"Doesn't really matter - us"}
From here on out it's my way
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
187 in motion
Hammer cocked when I'm coastin, yeah
187 in motion
Hammer cocked when I'm coastin
Redrum, redrum
Fuck with me it'll be murder one
Redrum, redrum
One shooter, ten shots, one gun
This is redrum
{"Oh it's too late, oh it's too late"}
[50 Cent]
If I hit him I'll hurt him, I just catch him and murk him
I'm not sittin here waitin for him to come back - naw!
Soon as I spot him I got him, I'ma run up and drop him
Get that P-90 poppin, nigga hold that - uhh!
I get the gun and they runnin, niggaz know me for dumbin
I got a good reputation, what the fuck can I say
Some of these niggaz is bitches, yeah most of 'em snitches
So I don't let 'em know it's me, doin dirt when it's me
I know just how to work it, I can make it go perfect
Have the homicides sittin there, scratchin their head
To me a victim's a victim, you could pay me and pick 'em
Then I hunt him down and take his head off like I dare ya
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I bet you think that I'm vicious, catch you huggin and kissin
While the love's in the air, I put a hole in your heart
Plus so now that I'm missin, I'm a fuckin magician
You might find my DNA, all over your broad
Me and my cannibal methods, I eat you niggaz for breakfast
See the cannon respect it, nigga take off the chain (now!)
Robberies turn to murder, I do shit you ain't heard of
Change my mind and just pop you, in a blink of an eye
I know you thought I was bluffin, but to me this is nothin
Now you can lay there, leakin, go 'head curl up and die
You tell God when you see him, I'll be happy to meet him
I went to service this evenin, he forgives, not I
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
It's murder
Nothin but murder
C.R.E.A.M. 2009 lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
You wan' smoke that?
Go 'head, roll it son
I don't give a fuck man (Six Figga)
Smoke that shit man
Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man
Don't look to me to stop you man - yeah
I'm not gettin in the way
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Cash Rules, I keep a shooter 'round me, Queens!
Get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus!
For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)
[50 Cent]
You are now under my hypnosis
Summertime grind, come out with the toasters
I return like a animal ferocious
New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you know this
Another mil', another nigga sick
I got nothin but hard dick for your bitch to lick
I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw bricks of raw
I'm out in the grind, I make the dope price soar
Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out
A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God plan
You mean even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
When pain is a head crack, designer of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda
E'ry summer, e'ry winter, e'ry spring
You think I'm bullshittin I put that on e'rything
The shootin gon' stop right after the shit-talkin
I was sellin crack while Mike was moonwalkin
20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it
I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you
So he could put some hot shit through you, do you?
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm back baby I'm back!
New shit, the drought over, new product
Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggaz man
I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin skinny jeans man
I think these niggaz is faggots man, for real man
They with the rainbow club man
You think this shit is a fad? C'mon man!
I think it's more than that man
I think it's more than that
So if a nigga wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too?
C'mon man...
[Chorus]
You wan' smoke that?
Go 'head, roll it son
I don't give a fuck man (Six Figga)
Smoke that shit man
Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man
Don't look to me to stop you man - yeah
I'm not gettin in the way
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Cash Rules, I keep a shooter 'round me, Queens!
Get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus!
For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)
[50 Cent]
You are now under my hypnosis
Summertime grind, come out with the toasters
I return like a animal ferocious
New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you know this
Another mil', another nigga sick
I got nothin but hard dick for your bitch to lick
I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw bricks of raw
I'm out in the grind, I make the dope price soar
Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out
A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God plan
You mean even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
When pain is a head crack, designer of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda
E'ry summer, e'ry winter, e'ry spring
You think I'm bullshittin I put that on e'rything
The shootin gon' stop right after the shit-talkin
I was sellin crack while Mike was moonwalkin
20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it
I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you
So he could put some hot shit through you, do you?
[Chorus]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm back baby I'm back!
New shit, the drought over, new product
Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggaz man
I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin skinny jeans man
I think these niggaz is faggots man, for real man
They with the rainbow club man
You think this shit is a fad? C'mon man!
I think it's more than that man
I think it's more than that
So if a nigga wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too?
C'mon man...
[Chorus]
I'll Do Anything lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
This for the bitches nigga
I'll do - I'll, do, anything for you
I'll do, anything you want me to (I'll do do do-do do do do)
I'll do, anything (anything for you)
[50 Cent]
Me? I done been around the world six times (uh-huh)
A bad bitch in every part of the world's been mine (yeah)
But you can change me, baby you can change me
Oh shit, look, I'm already not the same, see? (ha ha)
Shorty you make me feel brand new
I'm not runnin game girl, I swear you do
You're too cold to hold and too hot to handle
Me and you girl, there's nuttin we can't do
You like girls, I like girls too, we got somethin in common
Now how the hell could that be a problem?
Shorty let's laugh, let's dance, let's drink, let's fuck
Right here, right now, shit, we only live once
I should not be reprimanded, I cannot be blamed
My lust on level 10; I'm tryin to get it in
I'll have you cummin down your candy walls
Get it wetter than Niagara Falls 'til you climax, that's all
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
They think, I'm a fool
Cause I'd do so many things, for you
I'll, do anything... I'll, do anything
But they don't know the reason
It's why I do all the things I do for you
I'll, do anything... I'll, do anything
I'll do
[50 - over Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah
I do a lot bitch!
Ha ha...
I mean you should be in fuckin love with me
Look all this fly shit you got
[50 Cent]
I keep a bad bitch on deck (uh-huh)
We retro drinkin, yeah sippin Moet
Look man - my shawty got ass for days
I smack it, sit and watch it wave (uh)
When it's stress on my brain, the head games relax the pain
So good I get to buyin her thangs
Like tennis bracelets and chains, studs and diamond rangs
I'm givin her the finer thangs
That's why she don't complain
I kinda got her open mayne, I stroke that thang
On different ends of the globe
We international now, whoa
[Chorus]
[50 - over Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
You know niggaz sayin I'm crazy, right?
It's cool though
They don't know how we get down baby
Y'know?
[Outro: 50 Cent]
That's me and you, you know? (I'll do)
They ain't supposed to understand it (I'll do do do-do do do)
You know I say some shit I ain't supposed to say
but you know how I feel (I'll do)
I should be a asshole whenever I feel like it (I'll do)
After - look at the shit I bought you man (I'll do do do-do do do)
C'mon man, don't give me no headache man
You a bitch when you on your period, right? (I'll do)
Don't come at me with that bullshit man
(I'll do, I'll do do do-do do do)
Do anything for you girl!
I'll do... anything
This for the bitches nigga
I'll do - I'll, do, anything for you
I'll do, anything you want me to (I'll do do do-do do do do)
I'll do, anything (anything for you)
[50 Cent]
Me? I done been around the world six times (uh-huh)
A bad bitch in every part of the world's been mine (yeah)
But you can change me, baby you can change me
Oh shit, look, I'm already not the same, see? (ha ha)
Shorty you make me feel brand new
I'm not runnin game girl, I swear you do
You're too cold to hold and too hot to handle
Me and you girl, there's nuttin we can't do
You like girls, I like girls too, we got somethin in common
Now how the hell could that be a problem?
Shorty let's laugh, let's dance, let's drink, let's fuck
Right here, right now, shit, we only live once
I should not be reprimanded, I cannot be blamed
My lust on level 10; I'm tryin to get it in
I'll have you cummin down your candy walls
Get it wetter than Niagara Falls 'til you climax, that's all
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
They think, I'm a fool
Cause I'd do so many things, for you
I'll, do anything... I'll, do anything
But they don't know the reason
It's why I do all the things I do for you
I'll, do anything... I'll, do anything
I'll do
[50 - over Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah
I do a lot bitch!
Ha ha...
I mean you should be in fuckin love with me
Look all this fly shit you got
[50 Cent]
I keep a bad bitch on deck (uh-huh)
We retro drinkin, yeah sippin Moet
Look man - my shawty got ass for days
I smack it, sit and watch it wave (uh)
When it's stress on my brain, the head games relax the pain
So good I get to buyin her thangs
Like tennis bracelets and chains, studs and diamond rangs
I'm givin her the finer thangs
That's why she don't complain
I kinda got her open mayne, I stroke that thang
On different ends of the globe
We international now, whoa
[Chorus]
[50 - over Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
You know niggaz sayin I'm crazy, right?
It's cool though
They don't know how we get down baby
Y'know?
[Outro: 50 Cent]
That's me and you, you know? (I'll do)
They ain't supposed to understand it (I'll do do do-do do do)
You know I say some shit I ain't supposed to say
but you know how I feel (I'll do)
I should be a asshole whenever I feel like it (I'll do)
After - look at the shit I bought you man (I'll do do do-do do do)
C'mon man, don't give me no headache man
You a bitch when you on your period, right? (I'll do)
Don't come at me with that bullshit man
(I'll do, I'll do do do-do do do)
Do anything for you girl!
I'll do... anything
London Girl lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Ay, ay quit billin my phone bruv
You think money grows on trees?
[50 Cent (unknown woman)]
I just got back from the U.K. - ha ha!
But I'm goin back to the U.K. - yeah
I just bought a flat in the U.K. - uh-huh
(You just got back baby today?) Yeah
I just got back from the U.K. - ha ha!
But I'm goin back to the U.K. - woo!
I'm a little jetlag now, okay?
(Look, the dick's rock hard baby for me)
She's my London girl - she's my, my
My London girl - she's my, my
[50 Cent]
Yeah, the first time I seen her son I knew she was the shit (uh-huh)
I seen her in the V.I.P. chillin with her clique (yeah)
She hot mayne, I watched her (c'mon)
I like her style
She don't know what I'm thinkin when I'm starin at her lips
In my imagination I can see her suck the dick (yeah!)
I like that, I want that
We could do it right now
Just a minute of your time, let me talk to ya love
I wan' get to know you, maybe I can call you up
Then we can chit-chat 'til you let me hit that
I'll get deep 'til I hit the back of your kit-kat
You're not a freak but you'll be one when I'm done (yeah)
It's anytime, anyplace with me hon
I'm sexual, when I'm next to you
I'm a horny dog, oh my God
[Chorus: 50 Cent (singing)]
She's my London girl - she's my, my
My London girl - she's my, my
She's my London girl - she's my, my
My London girl - she's my, my
She's my London girl
[50 Cent]
She said she's so sophisticated, you know when she talk to me
She's such an intellectual, she make me want her sexual
Give what I got, backshot
After backshot, sweat non-stop
I really like the way she move, I'm tryin to say she hot
She rodeo, she ride it good when she get on top (c'mon)
She work it, she work it (yeah)
And she be puttin it down
It looks good, yeah good enough to taste it (that good?)
A boy toy, yeah I'm what she wan' play with (OHH!)
She a cougar, got a little age on me (yeah)
But I'm experienced, that's what she don't know homie
The same ol', same ol', startin to feel different
Anytime, anyplace baby I'm with it
Don't stop get it, get it
Collapse, relax then get right back with it
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yeah...
Yeah that's the shit, uhh
Yeah that's my bitch, uhh
I just got back from the U.K.
I got a new bitch in the U.K.
My paper's straight, I'm okay
I just got back nigga today
[Outro: 50 Cent]
50, you fuckin with the #1 nigga now
You KNOW it! I'm international Jack
You understand what I'm sayin nigga?
Anywhere around the globe
International gangsta shit
You heard me? I'm a pop sensation
When I cock that and pop that you gon' understand what I'm sayin
OHHH!
Ay, ay quit billin my phone bruv
You think money grows on trees?
[50 Cent (unknown woman)]
I just got back from the U.K. - ha ha!
But I'm goin back to the U.K. - yeah
I just bought a flat in the U.K. - uh-huh
(You just got back baby today?) Yeah
I just got back from the U.K. - ha ha!
But I'm goin back to the U.K. - woo!
I'm a little jetlag now, okay?
(Look, the dick's rock hard baby for me)
She's my London girl - she's my, my
My London girl - she's my, my
[50 Cent]
Yeah, the first time I seen her son I knew she was the shit (uh-huh)
I seen her in the V.I.P. chillin with her clique (yeah)
She hot mayne, I watched her (c'mon)
I like her style
She don't know what I'm thinkin when I'm starin at her lips
In my imagination I can see her suck the dick (yeah!)
I like that, I want that
We could do it right now
Just a minute of your time, let me talk to ya love
I wan' get to know you, maybe I can call you up
Then we can chit-chat 'til you let me hit that
I'll get deep 'til I hit the back of your kit-kat
You're not a freak but you'll be one when I'm done (yeah)
It's anytime, anyplace with me hon
I'm sexual, when I'm next to you
I'm a horny dog, oh my God
[Chorus: 50 Cent (singing)]
She's my London girl - she's my, my
My London girl - she's my, my
She's my London girl - she's my, my
My London girl - she's my, my
She's my London girl
[50 Cent]
She said she's so sophisticated, you know when she talk to me
She's such an intellectual, she make me want her sexual
Give what I got, backshot
After backshot, sweat non-stop
I really like the way she move, I'm tryin to say she hot
She rodeo, she ride it good when she get on top (c'mon)
She work it, she work it (yeah)
And she be puttin it down
It looks good, yeah good enough to taste it (that good?)
A boy toy, yeah I'm what she wan' play with (OHH!)
She a cougar, got a little age on me (yeah)
But I'm experienced, that's what she don't know homie
The same ol', same ol', startin to feel different
Anytime, anyplace baby I'm with it
Don't stop get it, get it
Collapse, relax then get right back with it
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yeah...
Yeah that's the shit, uhh
Yeah that's my bitch, uhh
I just got back from the U.K.
I got a new bitch in the U.K.
My paper's straight, I'm okay
I just got back nigga today
[Outro: 50 Cent]
50, you fuckin with the #1 nigga now
You KNOW it! I'm international Jack
You understand what I'm sayin nigga?
Anywhere around the globe
International gangsta shit
You heard me? I'm a pop sensation
When I cock that and pop that you gon' understand what I'm sayin
OHHH!
Better Come On Your A Game lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga try and come play me
Better come on your A game, ay mayne - AY!
Niggaz try to move on me
I cock the heat, cause a melee, melee - AY!
Witness this shit, niggaz get hit AY!
Run with it spit, don't get hit by the A.K.
Take cover quick, niggaz on that shit AY!
Come broad day they'll get at you with the A.K.
[50 Cent]
Niggaz think they know me, I be on some other shit
My baby mama don't know me, I be with my other bitch
I blow a stack, I get it back, you keep in check, I get the gat
Then you wan' chitter-chat, now what kind of shit is that?
Strip club, shake it shake it, toss it up, make it rain
Semi tucked, I let it buck, I shoot the shit up out your gang
Find out who you're fuckin with cause I ain't for the sucker shit
Cut you like the cocaine, niggaz stay in yo' lane
I'm a muh'fuckin heavyweight, you ain't in my weight class
And me I'm movin heavy weight, get gone with your light ass
Me I'm so official, pearl-handled nickel
plated nine-nine, your life's on the line
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't give a fuck who outside, now listen
I don't give a fuck who get hit, I ain't missin
I come through that muh'fucker wavin the chopper
113th Precinct ain't enough to stop us
Niggaz shot at me before I got away, popped from a block away
Sucker niggaz be right there on one foot 'til I rock away
Next day I popped up, told niggaz it's my turf
They done seen the gun smoke, they done found my shells burn
Sabrina baby special, they treat me like a misfit
I squeeze (rnnn-rnnn) I risk it, I risk it
Different class of nigga, my hand around the trigger
Don't make me do it, I'll do it you stupid nigga
[Chorus]
Nigga try and come play me
Better come on your A game, ay mayne - AY!
Niggaz try to move on me
I cock the heat, cause a melee, melee - AY!
Witness this shit, niggaz get hit AY!
Run with it spit, don't get hit by the A.K.
Take cover quick, niggaz on that shit AY!
Come broad day they'll get at you with the A.K.
[50 Cent]
Niggaz think they know me, I be on some other shit
My baby mama don't know me, I be with my other bitch
I blow a stack, I get it back, you keep in check, I get the gat
Then you wan' chitter-chat, now what kind of shit is that?
Strip club, shake it shake it, toss it up, make it rain
Semi tucked, I let it buck, I shoot the shit up out your gang
Find out who you're fuckin with cause I ain't for the sucker shit
Cut you like the cocaine, niggaz stay in yo' lane
I'm a muh'fuckin heavyweight, you ain't in my weight class
And me I'm movin heavy weight, get gone with your light ass
Me I'm so official, pearl-handled nickel
plated nine-nine, your life's on the line
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't give a fuck who outside, now listen
I don't give a fuck who get hit, I ain't missin
I come through that muh'fucker wavin the chopper
113th Precinct ain't enough to stop us
Niggaz shot at me before I got away, popped from a block away
Sucker niggaz be right there on one foot 'til I rock away
Next day I popped up, told niggaz it's my turf
They done seen the gun smoke, they done found my shells burn
Sabrina baby special, they treat me like a misfit
I squeeze (rnnn-rnnn) I risk it, I risk it
Different class of nigga, my hand around the trigger
Don't make me do it, I'll do it you stupid nigga
[Chorus]
Get The Message lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I left a message for your toy, got a chrome .44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It won't even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message
[50 Cent]
I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince killed Drake
I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way
I spend seven-and-a-half hours baggin up grams
Gotta watch these niggaz with the sticky-ass hands
See my face, do a hundred grams chopped on the mirror
Tell me I can't eat, I ain't tryin to hear it
JoJo wanted the bitches, I was tryin get my weight up
Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up
I'm grimy, yeah my friends killed my friends
Like Blackey, he did that shit to him
Get at me, I'm back strapped up again
I tried, I can't change, I'll always be the same
I tell my lil' niggaz fuck pray
And any motherfucker down with 'em can suck me - I'm still mad
I got the cream to make a murder scene
If y'all niggaz ain't shootin y'all can't fuck with me, come fuck with me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
The D's kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick
I came on the nuts, son niggaz ain't give me shit
I tried bein cool, that cool shit don't work for me
I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectly
You can't park 'round here while I'm down here
I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head
But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for
Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights
I don't clown, I get down, I'm a different breed
Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me
I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone
Line 'em up nice, come through with the mac blowin
Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's all a repeat
I leave a shooter by your door to make your ass sleep
Now come out come out, find out what I'm about
That Ruger, that luger, I air your ass out
[Chorus]
I left a message for your toy, got a chrome .44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It won't even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message
[50 Cent]
I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince killed Drake
I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way
I spend seven-and-a-half hours baggin up grams
Gotta watch these niggaz with the sticky-ass hands
See my face, do a hundred grams chopped on the mirror
Tell me I can't eat, I ain't tryin to hear it
JoJo wanted the bitches, I was tryin get my weight up
Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up
I'm grimy, yeah my friends killed my friends
Like Blackey, he did that shit to him
Get at me, I'm back strapped up again
I tried, I can't change, I'll always be the same
I tell my lil' niggaz fuck pray
And any motherfucker down with 'em can suck me - I'm still mad
I got the cream to make a murder scene
If y'all niggaz ain't shootin y'all can't fuck with me, come fuck with me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
The D's kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick
I came on the nuts, son niggaz ain't give me shit
I tried bein cool, that cool shit don't work for me
I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectly
You can't park 'round here while I'm down here
I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head
But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for
Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights
I don't clown, I get down, I'm a different breed
Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me
I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone
Line 'em up nice, come through with the mac blowin
Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's all a repeat
I leave a shooter by your door to make your ass sleep
Now come out come out, find out what I'm about
That Ruger, that luger, I air your ass out
[Chorus]
Cocaine lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Robin Thicke)
[Intro: conversation between two men]
Where did you get this stuff?
Columbia
Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I, do a line?
Yeah, go ahead; fuck it, let's all do one
[all sniffing]
I can't feel my face
I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it, inside
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Robin Thicke)]
(Cocaine) I know police is watchin
(Cocaine) Hustlin I'm not stoppin
(Cocaine) I got to get my money, you think shit is funny
Me I'm 'bout my business (cocaine)
[50 - over Chorus]
I see 'em watchin
I got the E
You muh'fuckin right
[50 Cent]
Columbian girl, Peruvian chick
She make the money roll and I love the bitch
Know she ain't a virgin, but she pure
For the right price I'll let you fuck with her raw (yeah)
A lil' like a pimp, I'm your pusher man
She could make us both rich nigga, yes she can
You want your own spot, let's talk locations
Then talk market and the public relations (ooh)
[Robin Thicke (50 Cent)]
Everybody's watchin (yeah)
But no one talks about it (shut your mouth)
Right now - that's all it was, anything call it
She said, sex just ain't the same without it (woo!)
[Chorus]
[50 - over Chorus]
See 'em watchin
I ain't stoppin
I got the E
[50 Cent]
Every little step I take (c'mon)
You will be there
Every little step I make (look bitch)
We'll be together
So grateful (yeah) so faithful (uhh)
Every gram in the hand's more paper (c'mon)
I'll cut it, you sniff it
Or smoke it, terrific
[Robin Thicke (50 Cent)]
Movie stars, models and, blondes and, cocaine (yeah)
New York, L.A. is, all the same (c'mon, c'mon)
The angels look the other way
Cause they can understand my pain (pain)
[Chorus]
[50 - over Chorus]
I see 'em watchin
Naw I ain't stoppin
Yeah, c'mon, business
[Outro: 50 Cent]
You niggaz got a problem, yeah
A big motherfuckin problem
At a minimum
I'ma have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfuckin head
Ya dig? Oh shit
[Robin] Cocaine [echoes]
Where did you get this stuff?
Columbia
Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I, do a line?
Yeah, go ahead; fuck it, let's all do one
[all sniffing]
I can't feel my face
I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it, inside
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Robin Thicke)]
(Cocaine) I know police is watchin
(Cocaine) Hustlin I'm not stoppin
(Cocaine) I got to get my money, you think shit is funny
Me I'm 'bout my business (cocaine)
[50 - over Chorus]
I see 'em watchin
I got the E
You muh'fuckin right
[50 Cent]
Columbian girl, Peruvian chick
She make the money roll and I love the bitch
Know she ain't a virgin, but she pure
For the right price I'll let you fuck with her raw (yeah)
A lil' like a pimp, I'm your pusher man
She could make us both rich nigga, yes she can
You want your own spot, let's talk locations
Then talk market and the public relations (ooh)
[Robin Thicke (50 Cent)]
Everybody's watchin (yeah)
But no one talks about it (shut your mouth)
Right now - that's all it was, anything call it
She said, sex just ain't the same without it (woo!)
[Chorus]
[50 - over Chorus]
See 'em watchin
I ain't stoppin
I got the E
[50 Cent]
Every little step I take (c'mon)
You will be there
Every little step I make (look bitch)
We'll be together
So grateful (yeah) so faithful (uhh)
Every gram in the hand's more paper (c'mon)
I'll cut it, you sniff it
Or smoke it, terrific
[Robin Thicke (50 Cent)]
Movie stars, models and, blondes and, cocaine (yeah)
New York, L.A. is, all the same (c'mon, c'mon)
The angels look the other way
Cause they can understand my pain (pain)
[Chorus]
[50 - over Chorus]
I see 'em watchin
Naw I ain't stoppin
Yeah, c'mon, business
[Outro: 50 Cent]
You niggaz got a problem, yeah
A big motherfuckin problem
At a minimum
I'ma have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfuckin head
Ya dig? Oh shit
[Robin] Cocaine [echoes]
I Gotta Win lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah this is what you call inner city blues
Now that I got you here I got your attention (I'm a winner winner)
I wanna welcome you all to the winner's circle
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I'm a winner winner, look I gotta win
After I win I got to win over again
Please don't confuse a, nigga for a loser
Watch me maneuver, with the Ruger
Look I gotta win
[50 Cent]
By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo, you ain't hear that from me though
My occupation's operation get money
Got that beam on that 9; got that money on my mind
Got no patience, man I grind like I'm runnin out of time
See the sun shine reflect off my shine, you're blind
You write hot lines like mine lines, you're signed
That bitch bad, her ass so fat class she mine
I'm addicted to it, me I got to win
Over and over and over again
This quest for the paper is never gon' end
So to my competition here's the message I send
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Man you ain't a shooter, you ain't a robber
You talk like a mobster, you fuckin blogger
I say some hard shit you wan' say somethin harder
Smack the shit out you, you wan' run to the law huh?
This movie's a rerun, you seen this before
She used a vibrator and she suck on your boy
I stand out like a sore thumb, I'm hard to ignore
You get addicted to the dick then have to go through withdrawals
After I go through the drawers, I'm back on my grizzly
Back gettin busy, causin a frenzy
It's nuttin new to me, there's nuttin they could do to me
that ain't been done to me - this is fun for me
[Chorus]
Yeah this is what you call inner city blues
Now that I got you here I got your attention (I'm a winner winner)
I wanna welcome you all to the winner's circle
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I'm a winner winner, look I gotta win
After I win I got to win over again
Please don't confuse a, nigga for a loser
Watch me maneuver, with the Ruger
Look I gotta win
[50 Cent]
By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo, you ain't hear that from me though
My occupation's operation get money
Got that beam on that 9; got that money on my mind
Got no patience, man I grind like I'm runnin out of time
See the sun shine reflect off my shine, you're blind
You write hot lines like mine lines, you're signed
That bitch bad, her ass so fat class she mine
I'm addicted to it, me I got to win
Over and over and over again
This quest for the paper is never gon' end
So to my competition here's the message I send
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Man you ain't a shooter, you ain't a robber
You talk like a mobster, you fuckin blogger
I say some hard shit you wan' say somethin harder
Smack the shit out you, you wan' run to the law huh?
This movie's a rerun, you seen this before
She used a vibrator and she suck on your boy
I stand out like a sore thumb, I'm hard to ignore
You get addicted to the dick then have to go through withdrawals
After I go through the drawers, I'm back on my grizzly
Back gettin busy, causin a frenzy
It's nuttin new to me, there's nuttin they could do to me
that ain't been done to me - this is fun for me
[Chorus]
Intro lyrics - 50 Cent
[sound of a car trunk opening]
[1:] Here ya go man..
[2:] Jesus Christ man you going to war.
[1:] What I say? Didn’t I say come to me? Do I ever disappoint? Fuckin’ no. Why? I deliver.
Why? I’m your man. How do I know? How? Know? Know how. I got
100 thing to do this morning and you’re first so can we move it along please.
[2:] Okay. Fine. Right. I’m just lookin’ for something. Small. Light. Cheap. 3-80, 32. Somethin’ like that.
[1:] No, no, no. You want to be packin’ like a man Eddy, you’re a man, man.
How ‘bout this um…6-inch 3-5-7 magnum.
[2:] Yea
[1:] Or the Mantic’s Browning 9-mill. Know I know what you’re thinking, that’s go no stopping power.
But that’s got 13 shots in the clip man. That won’t
just kill a man, that’ll turn him inside out, pull him upside down, piss on him, read him last right
[2: (interrupting)] Alright. Fine. Yea I get the message, I’m just a bit, im just a bit fuckin’ lost here.
Now these are totally untraceable?
[1:] It don’t exist
[2:] What about guarantee’s
[1:] What do you think this is? Guns-Are-Us?
[1:] Here ya go man..
[2:] Jesus Christ man you going to war.
[1:] What I say? Didn’t I say come to me? Do I ever disappoint? Fuckin’ no. Why? I deliver.
Why? I’m your man. How do I know? How? Know? Know how. I got
100 thing to do this morning and you’re first so can we move it along please.
[2:] Okay. Fine. Right. I’m just lookin’ for something. Small. Light. Cheap. 3-80, 32. Somethin’ like that.
[1:] No, no, no. You want to be packin’ like a man Eddy, you’re a man, man.
How ‘bout this um…6-inch 3-5-7 magnum.
[2:] Yea
[1:] Or the Mantic’s Browning 9-mill. Know I know what you’re thinking, that’s go no stopping power.
But that’s got 13 shots in the clip man. That won’t
just kill a man, that’ll turn him inside out, pull him upside down, piss on him, read him last right
[2: (interrupting)] Alright. Fine. Yea I get the message, I’m just a bit, im just a bit fuckin’ lost here.
Now these are totally untraceable?
[1:] It don’t exist
[2:] What about guarantee’s
[1:] What do you think this is? Guns-Are-Us?
My Gun Go Off lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[Verse 1:]
F**k Boy you can see it to believe it
Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
Believe me its easy
I'll hurt you, I'll merk you, I'll pop summin'
Drop summin', I ain't gonna stop hunting
Run run till you're spun
One shot One gun
One-9...
1-1 emergency,
It's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger
No mistake for that cake
I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim,
For the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang,
Nigga shit ain't a game
Do the math or get blast
Bullets go through the glass
Go through your ass fast
And the leather seat sitting Ave.
Its not a war when there's casualties on one side
I ride
Turn it up on you niggas after Jake ride by
I click-clack thats that I don't flash, I mash
I wave the Uzi at 'em,
I make a movie out 'em.
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[Verse 2:]
You better lose yourself in the moment
Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go
You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
At you hat, you back, you ass crack, you nut sack.
Your Cadillac if you make it to that,
I'm hitting that
The 70's was smack
The 80's crack.
The 90's was grimey
Millennium mac man
Clips on the whips I ride in 'em
Bad bitches I ride inn 'em
Don't worry I'll get 'em
Gat Jammed or un-jammed
God dam Safest the safety don't work
Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
End up faced down in the dirt
More than hurt,
Bring the beef where you hang out,
Bang out,
Shots ring out.
Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out.
Hit your homies in their legs,
Bet they have their canes out tomorrow
You know tomorrow's just a day away,
If you can keep your heart beatin' then your ass awake.
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm tripping'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[Verse 1:]
F**k Boy you can see it to believe it
Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
Believe me its easy
I'll hurt you, I'll merk you, I'll pop summin'
Drop summin', I ain't gonna stop hunting
Run run till you're spun
One shot One gun
One-9...
1-1 emergency,
It's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger
No mistake for that cake
I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim,
For the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang,
Nigga shit ain't a game
Do the math or get blast
Bullets go through the glass
Go through your ass fast
And the leather seat sitting Ave.
Its not a war when there's casualties on one side
I ride
Turn it up on you niggas after Jake ride by
I click-clack thats that I don't flash, I mash
I wave the Uzi at 'em,
I make a movie out 'em.
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[Verse 2:]
You better lose yourself in the moment
Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go
You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
At you hat, you back, you ass crack, you nut sack.
Your Cadillac if you make it to that,
I'm hitting that
The 70's was smack
The 80's crack.
The 90's was grimey
Millennium mac man
Clips on the whips I ride in 'em
Bad bitches I ride inn 'em
Don't worry I'll get 'em
Gat Jammed or un-jammed
God dam Safest the safety don't work
Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
End up faced down in the dirt
More than hurt,
Bring the beef where you hang out,
Bang out,
Shots ring out.
Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out.
Hit your homies in their legs,
Bet they have their canes out tomorrow
You know tomorrow's just a day away,
If you can keep your heart beatin' then your ass awake.
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm tripping'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
Man Down lyrics - 50 Cent
[50 Cent]
AOWWWW~! It hurts...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - YEAH!!
D's tryin to plant a murder on me
In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey
And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me
You see I'm on your crib it ain't a burglary homey
They fin' to have me stuck in purgatory
I'm down to do the stickin when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
Wait~! I'm gettin sidetracked, back to the story
These cocksuckin [censored] got it in fo' me
[censored] they wanna [censored] me up
[censored] me find my burner and [censored] me up
But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Unit's the new people who gon' [censored]
Huh, we'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds
And this [censored] screamin [censored] down
[Chorus]
Get in the way, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
I said I'll murder dem
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem
You see I told you I'd murder dem
[50 Cent]
They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen
I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
I got two felonies, from sellin that crack shit
And the third one, came from showin niggaz my mac spit
See I'm down for that daytime action
Have niggaz crawlin under cars when I start to cappin
So they don't know what to say to the [censored]
But they know if word get back, somethin gon' happen
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
When you snitchin where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown
Southside - I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first
Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama
[Chorus]
AOWWWW~! It hurts...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - YEAH!!
D's tryin to plant a murder on me
In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey
And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me
You see I'm on your crib it ain't a burglary homey
They fin' to have me stuck in purgatory
I'm down to do the stickin when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
Wait~! I'm gettin sidetracked, back to the story
These cocksuckin [censored] got it in fo' me
[censored] they wanna [censored] me up
[censored] me find my burner and [censored] me up
But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Unit's the new people who gon' [censored]
Huh, we'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds
And this [censored] screamin [censored] down
[Chorus]
Get in the way, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
I said I'll murder dem
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem
You see I told you I'd murder dem
[50 Cent]
They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen
I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
I got two felonies, from sellin that crack shit
And the third one, came from showin niggaz my mac spit
See I'm down for that daytime action
Have niggaz crawlin under cars when I start to cappin
So they don't know what to say to the [censored]
But they know if word get back, somethin gon' happen
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
When you snitchin where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown
Southside - I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first
Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama
[Chorus]
I'll Still Kill lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Akon)
[Chorus (Akon):]
Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (oh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I don't want, nigga but I will if I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Respect come from admiration or fear
You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig
You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap
So if a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal of infiltry, I'm built for this mentally
That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you
Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Hecklar Koch should tear half of your ass off
I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain
Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!
[Chorus (Akon)]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Where I'm from death is always in the air homie
Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon
Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on
Niggas know if not they better check my background
Try and stick me, I'll fill your back with mac rounds
Ask Preme nigga 50 don't back down
I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line boy I'm gonna air your ass out
Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout
Nigga I know you ain't mad, I done came up
And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't changed up
The O.G's wanna talk but I don't know these niggas
And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas
A minute of my time, get it 'cause I grind
All across the globe like the worlds mine
Yeah!
[Chorus (Akon)]
[Verse 3: Akon]
Konvict!
Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance
And seen a mac aimin' at your head man
Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscing and your body is drippin' and full of lead man
I done been there (uh huh),
I done cocked that (uh huh),
It ain't ever been a question about that
Don't go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that
You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, without a couple meta pieces under my feet
Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds
Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessee breeze, but 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
(Hey)
'cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
'cause I been long gone like the ripper, so..
[Chorus (Akon)]
Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (oh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I don't want, nigga but I will if I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Respect come from admiration or fear
You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig
You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap
So if a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal of infiltry, I'm built for this mentally
That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you
Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Hecklar Koch should tear half of your ass off
I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain
Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!
[Chorus (Akon)]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Where I'm from death is always in the air homie
Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon
Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on
Niggas know if not they better check my background
Try and stick me, I'll fill your back with mac rounds
Ask Preme nigga 50 don't back down
I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line boy I'm gonna air your ass out
Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout
Nigga I know you ain't mad, I done came up
And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't changed up
The O.G's wanna talk but I don't know these niggas
And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas
A minute of my time, get it 'cause I grind
All across the globe like the worlds mine
Yeah!
[Chorus (Akon)]
[Verse 3: Akon]
Konvict!
Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance
And seen a mac aimin' at your head man
Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscing and your body is drippin' and full of lead man
I done been there (uh huh),
I done cocked that (uh huh),
It ain't ever been a question about that
Don't go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that
You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, without a couple meta pieces under my feet
Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds
Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessee breeze, but 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
(Hey)
'cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
'cause I been long gone like the ripper, so..
[Chorus (Akon)]
I Get Money lyrics - 50 Cent
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.
Come & Go lyrics - 50 Cent
[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]
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]
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