[Intro: 50 Cent]
I don't even know what to say
Ain't got to say much
You here my voice
You know it's 50
[2 Chainz:]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga's presence
[2 Chainz:]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won't save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga's her preference
Drinking like I'm from Texas, and you know I stay flexin'
And if you don't know I go by Tity two necklace
[50 Cent:]
Nigga that cocaine that I'm flipping
Wood-wood grain when I'm dipping
Codeine when I'm sippin'
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin'
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me
[2 Chainz:]
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
[2 Chainz:]
I ain't stunnin' these niggas
I ain't stunnin' these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I'm from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I'm down
Her phone off so don't dial
[50 Cent:]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don't live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don't give a fuck
It's 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin', I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin'
While the hoes watchin'
And damn I love this gangsta shit
[Hook:]
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot (yeah)
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot (that's what I'm talkin about)
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot
[Outro: 50 Cent]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around
O.J. lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I'm pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I'm smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I'm kind of thinner but Goddam you're jeans are slimmer
I don't want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I'm a G Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Proly sue you when you hit them
See I'm not what you used to
I ain't soo woo, I ain't crippin'
I'm a rider gang nigga
We gonn get it where we fit it
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a new bitch that's so bad
Yeah she don't know what she doin'
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I'm like boooing!
I won't hit and I won't tell
So I don't wanna flip a coin
I don't kiss it, I don't tell
So her close friend she can join
They don't call me from the pens
That's to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing
Get a rider gang, it's still glowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing
And the Lambo ain't got no top
It ain't summer yet but it's hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
And you see the bitches I got
You better believe it's real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singing like Akon
Her shatter, like I do head on
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I'm bout to head home
Kim jong that's my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering
[Hook]
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I'm pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I'm smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I'm kind of thinner but Goddam you're jeans are slimmer
I don't want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I'm a G Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Proly sue you when you hit them
See I'm not what you used to
I ain't soo woo, I ain't crippin'
I'm a rider gang nigga
We gonn get it where we fit it
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a new bitch that's so bad
Yeah she don't know what she doin'
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I'm like boooing!
I won't hit and I won't tell
So I don't wanna flip a coin
I don't kiss it, I don't tell
So her close friend she can join
They don't call me from the pens
That's to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing
Get a rider gang, it's still glowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing
And the Lambo ain't got no top
It ain't summer yet but it's hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
And you see the bitches I got
You better believe it's real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singing like Akon
Her shatter, like I do head on
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I'm bout to head home
Kim jong that's my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering
[Hook]
I Ain't Gonna Lie lyrics - 50 cent (feat. Robbie Nova)
I just wanna stay on you all night
And I ain't gonna lie, girl, I just wanna, I just wanna
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I really wanna get to know you, girl, so many things I wanna show you, girl
Succeed so I guess I owe you, girl. Louboutins, moving on
First the sun comes up and the top comes down, find out what the white rolls royce about
Why the white airs on extra clean, like james brown a nigga do it like a sex machine
Got a hot wheel fetish, I pull up in some mean shit
Sex, drugs, rock n roll, charlie sheen bitch
See me toot it and boot it on my Obama shit, money ain't no, tell them how much I'm a get
I spit bars had the hood in the frenzy, fuck around, take a chain like Lindsay
Paparazzi taking pictures of my fendy, catch me in Prada or maybe Escada
It's just another beautiful day in LA and I'm in New York, a professional shit talker
I see niggas are stressing and I'm straight so I'm guessing I'm above the recession.
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
It takes just a little bit of my conversation when I talk
To make you clear for sure that I'm that nigga in New York
Shawty now lay down, put your head back
I put your legs back strocking move your bed back
When we get to them back shots, shawty throw it back
When you back it up at me I like that
Let me guess I turned you on, I turned you on, I bet
We're just getting started and everything is soaking wet
This pussy's good, she ain't worried about the rent this month
This pussy must have went and bought this bitch that benz out front
For me it's nothing, I'm just fucking for the fuck of it
But shawty acting like what we just did some other shit
It can be, it could be, okay, maybe she's a good girl
Attracted to me and things from my world
Temptations are great, one ten of braces that will ain't caress caries for 10 times 8.
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
And I ain't gonna lie, girl, I just wanna, I just wanna
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I really wanna get to know you, girl, so many things I wanna show you, girl
Succeed so I guess I owe you, girl. Louboutins, moving on
First the sun comes up and the top comes down, find out what the white rolls royce about
Why the white airs on extra clean, like james brown a nigga do it like a sex machine
Got a hot wheel fetish, I pull up in some mean shit
Sex, drugs, rock n roll, charlie sheen bitch
See me toot it and boot it on my Obama shit, money ain't no, tell them how much I'm a get
I spit bars had the hood in the frenzy, fuck around, take a chain like Lindsay
Paparazzi taking pictures of my fendy, catch me in Prada or maybe Escada
It's just another beautiful day in LA and I'm in New York, a professional shit talker
I see niggas are stressing and I'm straight so I'm guessing I'm above the recession.
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
It takes just a little bit of my conversation when I talk
To make you clear for sure that I'm that nigga in New York
Shawty now lay down, put your head back
I put your legs back strocking move your bed back
When we get to them back shots, shawty throw it back
When you back it up at me I like that
Let me guess I turned you on, I turned you on, I bet
We're just getting started and everything is soaking wet
This pussy's good, she ain't worried about the rent this month
This pussy must have went and bought this bitch that benz out front
For me it's nothing, I'm just fucking for the fuck of it
But shawty acting like what we just did some other shit
It can be, it could be, okay, maybe she's a good girl
Attracted to me and things from my world
Temptations are great, one ten of braces that will ain't caress caries for 10 times 8.
I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain't gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
Complicated lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Yeah!
[Bridge:]
You see a nigga soft? - My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)
A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...)
These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! - This sweet is sweet an' low,
I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ")
[Verse 1:]
Let this fake niggas get you in the mood for looove,
I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist!
Fuck pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.
SK, I got nothing but energy! (energy!)
Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari The Remedy"! (Remedy!)
"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be.
Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me
Or it's Ruger time, - the SR-9!
Fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked! - Gotta learn to duck. - Whassup?
[Chorus:]
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee! - It seems so complicaated.
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee - show you whassup. - Don't make me fuck you up!
[Verse 2:]
Listen! Any bitch on the milk box ain't missin'
I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen.
I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh;
Shyne tried to get at me, he say I'm waaashed!
I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed.
What kind of shit is that? - This only happens in rap!
These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl,
Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall.
Ice chunks in the chain, - weight spinnin',
Cream linen. - Bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em!
Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!
If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw.
It feels like it's never gon' stop.
A nigga so hot! - I may spend forever on top!
"Forever ever"? - Forever in the drop,
You can't tell I got it on lock? - Bitch!
[Chorus]
Yeah!
[Bridge:]
You see a nigga soft? - My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)
A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...)
These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! - This sweet is sweet an' low,
I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ")
[Verse 1:]
Let this fake niggas get you in the mood for looove,
I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist!
Fuck pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.
SK, I got nothing but energy! (energy!)
Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari The Remedy"! (Remedy!)
"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be.
Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me
Or it's Ruger time, - the SR-9!
Fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked! - Gotta learn to duck. - Whassup?
[Chorus:]
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee! - It seems so complicaated.
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee - show you whassup. - Don't make me fuck you up!
[Verse 2:]
Listen! Any bitch on the milk box ain't missin'
I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen.
I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh;
Shyne tried to get at me, he say I'm waaashed!
I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed.
What kind of shit is that? - This only happens in rap!
These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl,
Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall.
Ice chunks in the chain, - weight spinnin',
Cream linen. - Bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em!
Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!
If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw.
It feels like it's never gon' stop.
A nigga so hot! - I may spend forever on top!
"Forever ever"? - Forever in the drop,
You can't tell I got it on lock? - Bitch!
[Chorus]
You A Killer..Cool lyrics - 50 Cent
I'll put this shit together, I'll tear this shit apart
Demolition, the architect, I'll let you see the spark
Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark
Put what you thinking on the curb nigga mark my word
If there's a L to take it's gon' be your loss
Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off
You've been warned, you hard nigga I'm just gon' hit you harder
Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya
Extended clip ya
Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser
You talk shit I (hawk spit) spit the razor
The mastermind, the muscle
Boy I know how to touch you
I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit
[Chorus:]
You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
You a shooter it's nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
I heard it all before, I'm strapped coming at you boy
This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
I don't believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fucked nigga
I get the drop up on ya
Nigga make one false move around me I say "fuck it I'm ridin'"
And ain't no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I'll find ya
I'm still going through my '50 niggas everywhere I go' phase
Catch me slippin' no days
You pussy niggas no way
To stop me you gon' need at least a Mack boy
Shoot me with a.25 I be like "what you do that for? "
That party popper ain't gon' cut it
But once you crossed the line you crossed the line nigga so fuck it
I'm built for it
Try to do the shit I do get killed for it
Pints of blood spill for it
Beef I'm still for it
Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain't get the memo
I got cake, it's your wake
My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on
Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on
[Chorus]
Demolition, the architect, I'll let you see the spark
Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark
Put what you thinking on the curb nigga mark my word
If there's a L to take it's gon' be your loss
Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off
You've been warned, you hard nigga I'm just gon' hit you harder
Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya
Extended clip ya
Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser
You talk shit I (hawk spit) spit the razor
The mastermind, the muscle
Boy I know how to touch you
I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit
[Chorus:]
You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
You a shooter it's nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
I heard it all before, I'm strapped coming at you boy
This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
I don't believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fucked nigga
I get the drop up on ya
Nigga make one false move around me I say "fuck it I'm ridin'"
And ain't no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I'll find ya
I'm still going through my '50 niggas everywhere I go' phase
Catch me slippin' no days
You pussy niggas no way
To stop me you gon' need at least a Mack boy
Shoot me with a.25 I be like "what you do that for? "
That party popper ain't gon' cut it
But once you crossed the line you crossed the line nigga so fuck it
I'm built for it
Try to do the shit I do get killed for it
Pints of blood spill for it
Beef I'm still for it
Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain't get the memo
I got cake, it's your wake
My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on
Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on
[Chorus]
Remain Calm lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Snoop Dogg & Precious Paris)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Try to remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Pocket full of green, green in the bong
That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on
Two little timepiece?
Niggas still want me dead like Osam’
But they ain't gon’ make, they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they’re bosses
Ferrari, I’m stronger than 5 hundred horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My earrings blinking, that’s old shit from Jacob
Add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats
You can’t run and get ya [?], you ain't got it
Blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand
You could get shot fucking with Floyd that’s my man
Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team
Pinky ring flawless, my God I’m gorgeous
[Hook]
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, hoe, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, don’t ring the alarm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, nigga, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, this a Al Qaeda bomb
[Snoop Dogg]
I’m chillin’ like a villain while I’m dealin’ I am
Rulin’ while I’m coolin’ with my tool in my hand
Post up, coast up, this is my life bitch
Up close only, you’ll get stuck with a knife bitch
Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
Got a lot of hoes but Charmaine, that’s my white bitch
The rest of my bitches, nah, they ain’t gonna like this
But I don’t give a fuck cause they all love this night stick
But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
Collar popped up cool as the Fonz
Motherfucker, have a seat and loosen up
Get a glass of some gin now juice it up
Deuces up
See there’s a line there for a reason
And if you cross it no more breathin’
You’re leavin’, believe it
We understand each other
Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in you brother
Ya digg?
[Hook]
[Precious Paris]
With Fif’ on that shit, that glock cocked in ya face
My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan’ taste
Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out
6 inch Givenchy’s and bitch finna act out
Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like
I know what the bread like
My [?] headlight, shine like I shine
Night or day time
But nah, nana-nah-na
Make a nigga walk by, everything I say by
Nana-nah-na
Get wet I got that comeback
Dead crack, my assets is my ass jack
Stunt I tell my niggas right where your stash at
You’re fucking with a southside bitch
I go where the money go
I’m at ‘em, I put her on the strobe
Get my money hoe
Catch me in Ferragamo
Or Dolce & Gabbana or [?]
I’m b-squared up, what?
[Hook]
Try to remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Pocket full of green, green in the bong
That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on
Two little timepiece?
Niggas still want me dead like Osam’
But they ain't gon’ make, they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they’re bosses
Ferrari, I’m stronger than 5 hundred horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My earrings blinking, that’s old shit from Jacob
Add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats
You can’t run and get ya [?], you ain't got it
Blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand
You could get shot fucking with Floyd that’s my man
Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team
Pinky ring flawless, my God I’m gorgeous
[Hook]
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, hoe, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, don’t ring the alarm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, nigga, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, this a Al Qaeda bomb
[Snoop Dogg]
I’m chillin’ like a villain while I’m dealin’ I am
Rulin’ while I’m coolin’ with my tool in my hand
Post up, coast up, this is my life bitch
Up close only, you’ll get stuck with a knife bitch
Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
Got a lot of hoes but Charmaine, that’s my white bitch
The rest of my bitches, nah, they ain’t gonna like this
But I don’t give a fuck cause they all love this night stick
But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
Collar popped up cool as the Fonz
Motherfucker, have a seat and loosen up
Get a glass of some gin now juice it up
Deuces up
See there’s a line there for a reason
And if you cross it no more breathin’
You’re leavin’, believe it
We understand each other
Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in you brother
Ya digg?
[Hook]
[Precious Paris]
With Fif’ on that shit, that glock cocked in ya face
My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan’ taste
Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out
6 inch Givenchy’s and bitch finna act out
Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like
I know what the bread like
My [?] headlight, shine like I shine
Night or day time
But nah, nana-nah-na
Make a nigga walk by, everything I say by
Nana-nah-na
Get wet I got that comeback
Dead crack, my assets is my ass jack
Stunt I tell my niggas right where your stash at
You’re fucking with a southside bitch
I go where the money go
I’m at ‘em, I put her on the strobe
Get my money hoe
Catch me in Ferragamo
Or Dolce & Gabbana or [?]
I’m b-squared up, what?
[Hook]
Can't Help Myself lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus]
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]
[Verse 1]
I had a five hundred bags 14 grams of powder
On the phone with my connect should last about an hour
I need work, I repeat, I need work.
My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked'
When no money coming in is when the guns come out
Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house,
You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick
Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
They say I'm grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas
I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga
Don't take it personal, it's just how I grind nigga
Figure, this is a dog eat dog world, man
Ebony enemy today I'm tryin' to duck I got that hover I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker (don't stop girl)
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down you'd be like “I could just kill a man”
I don't fuck with them niggas from her projects
They're on section eight but niggas cars are straight
They ain't out in the day time them niggas roaches
I don't stop down there if I ain't got the toasts'
I'm in the six four five hard top, not the drop
Leanin', I see them niggas schemin', dream on
Touch me, shitt I wish a nigga would
I'll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood.
[Chrous]
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]
[Verse 2]
They said I fell off, my benz was on the repo truck
Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck
I say ‘I ain't know none about nothing'
I'm on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin'
I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
That crack money handsom, your bitch blowin' me kisses
You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn
I'm starting think you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac homie
Man since her cousin in a car crash died
She said ‘don't drink and drive', I say ‘just drink, don't drive'
I had a morphine dream I got heroine ambitions
That's the money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight
Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (heyy)
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]
[Verse 1]
I had a five hundred bags 14 grams of powder
On the phone with my connect should last about an hour
I need work, I repeat, I need work.
My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked'
When no money coming in is when the guns come out
Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house,
You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick
Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
They say I'm grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas
I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga
Don't take it personal, it's just how I grind nigga
Figure, this is a dog eat dog world, man
Ebony enemy today I'm tryin' to duck I got that hover I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker (don't stop girl)
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down you'd be like “I could just kill a man”
I don't fuck with them niggas from her projects
They're on section eight but niggas cars are straight
They ain't out in the day time them niggas roaches
I don't stop down there if I ain't got the toasts'
I'm in the six four five hard top, not the drop
Leanin', I see them niggas schemin', dream on
Touch me, shitt I wish a nigga would
I'll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood.
[Chrous]
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]
[Verse 2]
They said I fell off, my benz was on the repo truck
Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck
I say ‘I ain't know none about nothing'
I'm on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin'
I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
That crack money handsom, your bitch blowin' me kisses
You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn
I'm starting think you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac homie
Man since her cousin in a car crash died
She said ‘don't drink and drive', I say ‘just drink, don't drive'
I had a morphine dream I got heroine ambitions
That's the money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight
Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (heyy)
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]
When I Pop The Trunk lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)
Nigga no wait, no time box, no funeral
Just 9 shots, take top 5, plus big 4
You got 50, I love war
Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]
Think I got him, 10 shots, follow the trail of the blood drops
Fuck the police, better talk to allah arc
Nigga you bleeding bad, damn, you bleeding bad
Your Rolex soaked, like the cortex in your neck
It's gonna get dark
Where's the cops when you fucking need them?
That blood feeling your lungs boy I see you weezing
The harder you tryna run you mug leaking
You could have found something better to do this weekend
I got an arsenal burn your face off properly
Guns ammo, knife Rambo,
Nightmare, wake up on right there
You hellbound, hell yea
Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]
Talk that shit now I love it when you front
Eating all that pussy guess cat got your tongue
Open up your mouth when [?]
Buckshot come out the back of your neck like razor bumps
I'm too small to fight you can swing all you want
I box with the ox, you drop, I swing once
This is a sad scene, at least you die happy
Next lick eater looking like you was smiling at me
Damn Kidd Kidd, snuck at me and just stabbed me
Tell a nigga I'm grimy, bitch I'm from [?] street
If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me
I sprint like athletes in a track meet
Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]
Just 9 shots, take top 5, plus big 4
You got 50, I love war
Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]
Think I got him, 10 shots, follow the trail of the blood drops
Fuck the police, better talk to allah arc
Nigga you bleeding bad, damn, you bleeding bad
Your Rolex soaked, like the cortex in your neck
It's gonna get dark
Where's the cops when you fucking need them?
That blood feeling your lungs boy I see you weezing
The harder you tryna run you mug leaking
You could have found something better to do this weekend
I got an arsenal burn your face off properly
Guns ammo, knife Rambo,
Nightmare, wake up on right there
You hellbound, hell yea
Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]
Talk that shit now I love it when you front
Eating all that pussy guess cat got your tongue
Open up your mouth when [?]
Buckshot come out the back of your neck like razor bumps
I'm too small to fight you can swing all you want
I box with the ox, you drop, I swing once
This is a sad scene, at least you die happy
Next lick eater looking like you was smiling at me
Damn Kidd Kidd, snuck at me and just stabbed me
Tell a nigga I'm grimy, bitch I'm from [?] street
If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me
I sprint like athletes in a track meet
Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]
Planet 50 lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jeremih)
[Intro]
If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything
Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me?
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
You know you won’t play with a nigga
I fly out to spend the day with a nigga
First flight, first seat and first class
First pair of Giuseppes, first Birkin bag
I’m Street King, so you’ll be fit for a king
When we step out on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen
It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your night in shining armor
And retro Jordan’s, Giselle’s and a leather bomber
Bright lights, city life, I’ll show around New York a bit
From high dogs? to the expensive shit
Cause we can shop till my nickname Saks Fifth
Madison Ave mindframe, baby I stack chips smile
Me cell phone’ll capture the moment
When your emotions start to shift
I’ma just shoot that over your brown eyes
To chocolate thighs
Make me wanna sing good lord
Is this Adam and Eve happening again?
[Chorus]
We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right
Let me know if you’re with it
That kush in my hood so good, roll it up, back wood
Can’t wait to let you hit it
Now you’re in my world
Now you’re in my world!
Planet Fifty
[Verse 2]
Listen shawty, this is my foreplay without the touching
You can say it’s my forté, I feel you coming
Mindsex I make you wanna take your clothes off
2020 [?] Benz, I’m feeling that concept
I want the best, now can you be the best for me
Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect recipe
Let’s take a walk on the wild side and chat til your body language is saying, boy come get this cake
In my mind ten times, I done took off your clothes
So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know it’s a go
I’m a gambling man, talking ’bout life not dicing
and that look in your eyes say it’s going down tonight
You can show me what you’re into
As I get into, kissing, licking, switching positions
Acting like a nympho
Round after round, I show you how I put it down
Jet set, mile high club
[Chorus]
If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything
Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me?
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
You know you won’t play with a nigga
I fly out to spend the day with a nigga
First flight, first seat and first class
First pair of Giuseppes, first Birkin bag
I’m Street King, so you’ll be fit for a king
When we step out on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen
It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your night in shining armor
And retro Jordan’s, Giselle’s and a leather bomber
Bright lights, city life, I’ll show around New York a bit
From high dogs? to the expensive shit
Cause we can shop till my nickname Saks Fifth
Madison Ave mindframe, baby I stack chips smile
Me cell phone’ll capture the moment
When your emotions start to shift
I’ma just shoot that over your brown eyes
To chocolate thighs
Make me wanna sing good lord
Is this Adam and Eve happening again?
[Chorus]
We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right
Let me know if you’re with it
That kush in my hood so good, roll it up, back wood
Can’t wait to let you hit it
Now you’re in my world
Now you’re in my world!
Planet Fifty
[Verse 2]
Listen shawty, this is my foreplay without the touching
You can say it’s my forté, I feel you coming
Mindsex I make you wanna take your clothes off
2020 [?] Benz, I’m feeling that concept
I want the best, now can you be the best for me
Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect recipe
Let’s take a walk on the wild side and chat til your body language is saying, boy come get this cake
In my mind ten times, I done took off your clothes
So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know it’s a go
I’m a gambling man, talking ’bout life not dicing
and that look in your eyes say it’s going down tonight
You can show me what you’re into
As I get into, kissing, licking, switching positions
Acting like a nympho
Round after round, I show you how I put it down
Jet set, mile high club
[Chorus]
Swag Level lyrics - 50 Cent
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, [?] you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like [?] to my niggas, get the [?] pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something [?]
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
Find More lyrics at
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day
I’m from NY, but I fuck with [?]
When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home
Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on
Warrup [?] don’t get it fucked up
A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, I got bad habits
Sem autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it
Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit
I been doing this I don’t need practice
I been doing this I don’t need practice
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, [?] you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like [?] to my niggas, get the [?] pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something [?]
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
Find More lyrics at
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day
I’m from NY, but I fuck with [?]
When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home
Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on
Warrup [?] don’t get it fucked up
A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, I got bad habits
Sem autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it
Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit
I been doing this I don’t need practice
I been doing this I don’t need practice
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
Lay Down (Smoked) lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Ned The Wino)
Move the fuck out the way,
This might get rain today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on a roll
That's where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made
And lay down
Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me
Tricks are for kids don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Problem nigga, it’s ok with me
The revolver always stay with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit
Nigga that was my mama crack spot
I got birth rights
I lay a nigga out on the turf nice
Fuck a fist fight
Shit shift all of sudden, you can box my box cutter as I can see it cutting
Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy
I bet this hurts you like it hurts me, it hurts
Hot as hell when that gunpowder burning
What goes around don’t come around
When I’m putting work in
Nigga swallow your pride and run you stick around your done
Move the fuck out the way
This might get rain today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on a roll
That’s where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made
And lay down
I don’t know you what the fuck you wanna say to me
I’m telling you niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Body on the ground it’s ok with me
I make examples so niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit
I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk
I shoot a duck flying right out the sky with the punk
A nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets
16 in the clip, I’ll dump them all in your whip
You think I’m joking, I’m not
You’ll find out when that glock get to dumping
And your back get hot
I got a temper, you don’t wanna test my patience
And end up doc’s new patient
Stump your head on the pavement
You try and come at me on some brave shit
This might get rain today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on a roll
That's where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made
And lay down
Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me
Tricks are for kids don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Problem nigga, it’s ok with me
The revolver always stay with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit
Nigga that was my mama crack spot
I got birth rights
I lay a nigga out on the turf nice
Fuck a fist fight
Shit shift all of sudden, you can box my box cutter as I can see it cutting
Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy
I bet this hurts you like it hurts me, it hurts
Hot as hell when that gunpowder burning
What goes around don’t come around
When I’m putting work in
Nigga swallow your pride and run you stick around your done
Move the fuck out the way
This might get rain today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on a roll
That’s where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made
And lay down
I don’t know you what the fuck you wanna say to me
I’m telling you niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Body on the ground it’s ok with me
I make examples so niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit
I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk
I shoot a duck flying right out the sky with the punk
A nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets
16 in the clip, I’ll dump them all in your whip
You think I’m joking, I’m not
You’ll find out when that glock get to dumping
And your back get hot
I got a temper, you don’t wanna test my patience
And end up doc’s new patient
Stump your head on the pavement
You try and come at me on some brave shit
All His Love lyrics - 50 Cent
[Chorus: singing]
He gon' give you all his love! (love...)
He gon' give you all his time! (time...)
He won't let a minute go by (by...)
Without the thought of you crossing his mind! (mind...)
I be like: "Fuck a bitch! " - I'm tryna stay rich
Not trying to concentrate on hoes. (hoes...)
Even if I fuck that bitch to the freakiest shit
By the morning - I got to go! (go...)
[Verse 1:]
Yeah! - I got all kinda bitches: from vet bitches to beginner bitch (uh!)
My phone ringing and I ain't answering cause I'm in a bitch. (yeah!)
I'm all like a pimp than a trick. - I send a bitch! (hahaaa!)
50's and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch. (whoooooo-whooooooooooooooohhhhhh!)
If we going out, we going dutch pay for your inner, bitch!
Look bitch! - This is my life, I'm on some different shit.
Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch
Bitches love me. (yeah!) - Just like I loooove me! (yeah, YEEEAH!)
Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch (uh!)
You want buy me shit? - Meet me at the mall, bitch!
Then the strip club, now holla at your ass, bitch!
Get the cash, bitch, and then go back to your man, bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch (whoooohhhh!)
You with me to the end. - Bitch fuck me and a friend is sad. (uh-huh!)
I'm headed to the top, bitch, I'm tryna get it on! (yeah!)
A real bitch'll be there for a nigga if he fall.
The club packed front to the back up in this bitch (uh-huuuh!)
Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch.
Diamonds on my neck! - Diamon'-diamonds on my neck!
Bitch nigga front if you want. - We got swammies on the deck! (ooohhh!)
Put your ass here - over a bitch, the bitch ain't shit
Since a porno clip with a bitch. - She can't suck dick;
But damn nigga, use your head!
She gon' find another dick to suck when you're dead! [echoes] (hahaaa!)
[Outro:]
WestSiiide!
This that shit right here.
Feel like it's s'pose to be on that "Detox"!
Yeah!
Niggas think they better than me...
But they NOT!
Fuck that!
I'm just gon' start over!
So why you act like I ain't been that nigga 8 years?
And I'm a new nigga!
Call me "Ferrari"!
GG-GG- G-Unit!
He gon' give you all his love! (love...)
He gon' give you all his time! (time...)
He won't let a minute go by (by...)
Without the thought of you crossing his mind! (mind...)
I be like: "Fuck a bitch! " - I'm tryna stay rich
Not trying to concentrate on hoes. (hoes...)
Even if I fuck that bitch to the freakiest shit
By the morning - I got to go! (go...)
[Verse 1:]
Yeah! - I got all kinda bitches: from vet bitches to beginner bitch (uh!)
My phone ringing and I ain't answering cause I'm in a bitch. (yeah!)
I'm all like a pimp than a trick. - I send a bitch! (hahaaa!)
50's and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch. (whoooooo-whooooooooooooooohhhhhh!)
If we going out, we going dutch pay for your inner, bitch!
Look bitch! - This is my life, I'm on some different shit.
Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch
Bitches love me. (yeah!) - Just like I loooove me! (yeah, YEEEAH!)
Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch (uh!)
You want buy me shit? - Meet me at the mall, bitch!
Then the strip club, now holla at your ass, bitch!
Get the cash, bitch, and then go back to your man, bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch (whoooohhhh!)
You with me to the end. - Bitch fuck me and a friend is sad. (uh-huh!)
I'm headed to the top, bitch, I'm tryna get it on! (yeah!)
A real bitch'll be there for a nigga if he fall.
The club packed front to the back up in this bitch (uh-huuuh!)
Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch.
Diamonds on my neck! - Diamon'-diamonds on my neck!
Bitch nigga front if you want. - We got swammies on the deck! (ooohhh!)
Put your ass here - over a bitch, the bitch ain't shit
Since a porno clip with a bitch. - She can't suck dick;
But damn nigga, use your head!
She gon' find another dick to suck when you're dead! [echoes] (hahaaa!)
[Outro:]
WestSiiide!
This that shit right here.
Feel like it's s'pose to be on that "Detox"!
Yeah!
Niggas think they better than me...
But they NOT!
Fuck that!
I'm just gon' start over!
So why you act like I ain't been that nigga 8 years?
And I'm a new nigga!
Call me "Ferrari"!
GG-GG- G-Unit!
Body On It lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: News report]
[Reporter:]
Police search for clues on the Q 111 bus where two people were shot, one fatally
[Witness 1:]
You heard like a few shots ring out and uh, you know by living in the neighborhood familiar with those sounds. We knew it was gunshots, so automatically you know we Started taking cover because we didn't know or establish where they were coming from
[Reporter:]
Police say it all started in South Jamaica about two and a half miles away From the shooting on the bus at Jamaica station
[Witness 2:]
I was trying to get away from the area, after the first shot, it was very traumatizing To me like I've seen this happen a lot of times and didn't want to be involved. I Didn't want to be that person that get a stray bullet or nothing like that
[Reporter:]
Police Arrested a 34 year old man, they believe he is responsible for both shooting Incidents. They also recovered a handgun. He was arrested not far from here near Jamaica station in Jamaica, Queens. Zach Fink Ny1
[50 Cent:]
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50 Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want me to be I've tried to see
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah bitch I got my second wind
You could pretend I ain't the shit
I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Yeah I'm filthy fucking rich
I'm strapped your honor
New mac, my armor
Point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona
New version of Dama
Pussy eating Piranha
My tongue touch your flesh
Your bitches say I'm the best
The crackers say I'm racial
Wait a cotton-picking minute
Now I'm racial
Cause I done put cotton-picking in it
Put a knot on your fucking head
Yeah that'll happen first
I'll put a dot on your fucking head
You'll end up in a hearse
They say I play mind games
Warrior mind frame
These bitch niggas always forget to say my name
Go ahead, I want you to
You four, I'm on to you
I'm so strategic you wouldn't believe it
And they know, everytime I come around
Pit stop and their 10 o'clock down
Gotta know about me
[Hook: 50 Cent]
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it
Night vision through the sight when I grip on it
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
My pound got a body on it body on it
My man put a body on it body on it
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I read a blog
They said I ain't got it
I still got it
Oh lord!
Look whose gonna meet the edge of my sword
I'm taking off now bitch
All aboard
If you want to ride fuck it let's ride
It seems like principle living's starting to fade
Even is a gangsta's life, niggas is snakes
No loyalty, rats ratting on members of the game
Funny they were family before the pigs came
[Hook]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, this right here one marks the decade of hot shit
If a nigga say I fell off all I want you to do is ask him when
What they gonna say, what the Curtis album?
Okay so number one's not good enough
I gave you Ayo Technology that was number one
I get money, that wasn't hot
So tell me when I fell off
Yeah, when I gave you motherfuckers what you asked for
With before I self destruct
You looked at me and was like
We cool fif'
You know why?
Cause I won too much in front of you niggas
That's why
It's alright go out take a break come back
So hot you can't deny it
It's your boy 50
This one right here is for the haters for real
I want you to eat a dick
Don't suck a dick, eat a dick
Chew it. haha
[Reporter:]
Police search for clues on the Q 111 bus where two people were shot, one fatally
[Witness 1:]
You heard like a few shots ring out and uh, you know by living in the neighborhood familiar with those sounds. We knew it was gunshots, so automatically you know we Started taking cover because we didn't know or establish where they were coming from
[Reporter:]
Police say it all started in South Jamaica about two and a half miles away From the shooting on the bus at Jamaica station
[Witness 2:]
I was trying to get away from the area, after the first shot, it was very traumatizing To me like I've seen this happen a lot of times and didn't want to be involved. I Didn't want to be that person that get a stray bullet or nothing like that
[Reporter:]
Police Arrested a 34 year old man, they believe he is responsible for both shooting Incidents. They also recovered a handgun. He was arrested not far from here near Jamaica station in Jamaica, Queens. Zach Fink Ny1
[50 Cent:]
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50 Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want me to be I've tried to see
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah bitch I got my second wind
You could pretend I ain't the shit
I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Yeah I'm filthy fucking rich
I'm strapped your honor
New mac, my armor
Point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona
New version of Dama
Pussy eating Piranha
My tongue touch your flesh
Your bitches say I'm the best
The crackers say I'm racial
Wait a cotton-picking minute
Now I'm racial
Cause I done put cotton-picking in it
Put a knot on your fucking head
Yeah that'll happen first
I'll put a dot on your fucking head
You'll end up in a hearse
They say I play mind games
Warrior mind frame
These bitch niggas always forget to say my name
Go ahead, I want you to
You four, I'm on to you
I'm so strategic you wouldn't believe it
And they know, everytime I come around
Pit stop and their 10 o'clock down
Gotta know about me
[Hook: 50 Cent]
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it
Night vision through the sight when I grip on it
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
My pound got a body on it body on it
My man put a body on it body on it
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I read a blog
They said I ain't got it
I still got it
Oh lord!
Look whose gonna meet the edge of my sword
I'm taking off now bitch
All aboard
If you want to ride fuck it let's ride
It seems like principle living's starting to fade
Even is a gangsta's life, niggas is snakes
No loyalty, rats ratting on members of the game
Funny they were family before the pigs came
[Hook]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, this right here one marks the decade of hot shit
If a nigga say I fell off all I want you to do is ask him when
What they gonna say, what the Curtis album?
Okay so number one's not good enough
I gave you Ayo Technology that was number one
I get money, that wasn't hot
So tell me when I fell off
Yeah, when I gave you motherfuckers what you asked for
With before I self destruct
You looked at me and was like
We cool fif'
You know why?
Cause I won too much in front of you niggas
That's why
It's alright go out take a break come back
So hot you can't deny it
It's your boy 50
This one right here is for the haters for real
I want you to eat a dick
Don't suck a dick, eat a dick
Chew it. haha
Niggas Be' Schemin' lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)
[Intro: Male speaks]
Nah, nah, nah! Look here, nigga!
Here's what the fuck you gotta do, you gotta... CLEAN this mothafucka! [gun cocks]
Make sure this don't fuckin' jam, man!
You're a fuckin' criminal, man, ya heard?
Bet' y'all spilt somethin' on it, nigga.
[Chorus: 50 Cent {Kidd Kidd}]
Niggas be schemin', - fiendin'...
They cut your jooks, they off the hook;
I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!)
I'm ridin', leanin', they dreamin'...
They do me dirty if they could,
I'm lookin' like I wish you would! (I wish you would!)
{Try me, go 'head! - Try me!} [gun cocks]
Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'...
{Try me, have you hooked to I-V!} [gun cocks]
Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'! {huuuuuhh!}
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Mad niggas wan' do me dirty, I'm fresh out the tub! (I'm fresh out the tub!)
You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug.
Man, I wake up huggin' my bitch;
One with the extended clip, not the one that I'm with;
Uh! [gun cocks] - If you all made men, then you know shit real;
They got change on the mic', I ain't tryna see 'em killed!
I told 'em that's my cause, I don't wanna see nothin' happen to him, (word!)
Cause when I start spittin' at him, I ain't rappin' to him. (huuuuh!)
Yeah, I'm jumpin' in that water like a DIVER
Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!)
These niggaz AIN'T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!)
I feel like 50, - hold "Power Of The Dollar"!
I told my nigga give me one of them bulletproof trucks;
I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up.
I'm lookin' at the nigga lettin' off [3 shots]
Wait until you finish the clip. - Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It sounds like a nightmare! - I graduated from fightin';
Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments.
See my baby blue Ferrari make 'em feel like the virus
In their stomach. - I keep it one hundred, I make 'em vomit!
Got a code name for straps: - "the sacks in the trumpet";
I get the blowin'. - Ya ears'll ring for days when I dump it!
My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don't talk to Narcs;
So the first 48 the clock tickin', the plot thickens!
The charge "cocaine possession", I'm creepin' with a fireaaarm;
The D's don't even wanna see me - with a firearm.
'Fore I go back again, I'm a let it off!
They ain't gotta pop first, fuck that! I'm a set it off.
I need a mental eval, something's wrong with my brainwaves;
I'm rich as a motherfucker, still ridin' with a A-K!
Picture me comin' through, lettin' a nigga play me
When I got all this bread. - Bitch it's off with ya head! - ASAP! (ASAP!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
I had to be slippin' to let this clown hit me UP;
Now I got to walk around with this shit bag for MONTHS!
Now I don't give a FUCK 'bout a bitch or a nigga
Startin' to treat my own brothers like they're just another nigga!
My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger;
Condom on my heart. - Mother-fuck your feelings!
They call me "Superman", see? I ain't 'posed to walk;
Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork - OFF!
[50 Cent] See they ain't real as they seem and they schemin',
They fiendin' and dreamin', they geekin' and creepin'!
They hear tires screechin', - infrared beamin'!
Niggaz head leakin', what the fuck was he thinkin'?
Sounds of police, momma signin' new leases,
You know you got to relocate her when you beefin'!
I guess you're here for a real reason,
Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain't fuckin' breathin'! - Uhh!
[Chorus] [beat fades-out]
Nah, nah, nah! Look here, nigga!
Here's what the fuck you gotta do, you gotta... CLEAN this mothafucka! [gun cocks]
Make sure this don't fuckin' jam, man!
You're a fuckin' criminal, man, ya heard?
Bet' y'all spilt somethin' on it, nigga.
[Chorus: 50 Cent {Kidd Kidd}]
Niggas be schemin', - fiendin'...
They cut your jooks, they off the hook;
I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!)
I'm ridin', leanin', they dreamin'...
They do me dirty if they could,
I'm lookin' like I wish you would! (I wish you would!)
{Try me, go 'head! - Try me!} [gun cocks]
Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'...
{Try me, have you hooked to I-V!} [gun cocks]
Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'! {huuuuuhh!}
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Mad niggas wan' do me dirty, I'm fresh out the tub! (I'm fresh out the tub!)
You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug.
Man, I wake up huggin' my bitch;
One with the extended clip, not the one that I'm with;
Uh! [gun cocks] - If you all made men, then you know shit real;
They got change on the mic', I ain't tryna see 'em killed!
I told 'em that's my cause, I don't wanna see nothin' happen to him, (word!)
Cause when I start spittin' at him, I ain't rappin' to him. (huuuuh!)
Yeah, I'm jumpin' in that water like a DIVER
Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!)
These niggaz AIN'T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!)
I feel like 50, - hold "Power Of The Dollar"!
I told my nigga give me one of them bulletproof trucks;
I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up.
I'm lookin' at the nigga lettin' off [3 shots]
Wait until you finish the clip. - Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It sounds like a nightmare! - I graduated from fightin';
Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments.
See my baby blue Ferrari make 'em feel like the virus
In their stomach. - I keep it one hundred, I make 'em vomit!
Got a code name for straps: - "the sacks in the trumpet";
I get the blowin'. - Ya ears'll ring for days when I dump it!
My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don't talk to Narcs;
So the first 48 the clock tickin', the plot thickens!
The charge "cocaine possession", I'm creepin' with a fireaaarm;
The D's don't even wanna see me - with a firearm.
'Fore I go back again, I'm a let it off!
They ain't gotta pop first, fuck that! I'm a set it off.
I need a mental eval, something's wrong with my brainwaves;
I'm rich as a motherfucker, still ridin' with a A-K!
Picture me comin' through, lettin' a nigga play me
When I got all this bread. - Bitch it's off with ya head! - ASAP! (ASAP!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
I had to be slippin' to let this clown hit me UP;
Now I got to walk around with this shit bag for MONTHS!
Now I don't give a FUCK 'bout a bitch or a nigga
Startin' to treat my own brothers like they're just another nigga!
My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger;
Condom on my heart. - Mother-fuck your feelings!
They call me "Superman", see? I ain't 'posed to walk;
Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork - OFF!
[50 Cent] See they ain't real as they seem and they schemin',
They fiendin' and dreamin', they geekin' and creepin'!
They hear tires screechin', - infrared beamin'!
Niggaz head leakin', what the fuck was he thinkin'?
Sounds of police, momma signin' new leases,
You know you got to relocate her when you beefin'!
I guess you're here for a real reason,
Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain't fuckin' breathin'! - Uhh!
[Chorus] [beat fades-out]
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