Warning You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Skylar Grey)

 [Hook: Skylar Grey]

When they say my time is up

And I am just collecting dust

Don't turn on me

Don't turn on me

And when they claim that I'm washed up

Or when my guns begin to rust

I'm warning you

Don't turn on me

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow

Failing's not an option, my son's turning one years old

I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings

Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin'

Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's

Broken in nickels and dimes

I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then

Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit

Who needs enemies my friend keep shootin' my friends

They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz

Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top

Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block

[Hook:]

When they say my time is up

And I am just collecting dust

Don't turn on me

Don't turn on me

And when they claim that I'm washed up

Or when my guns begin to rust

I'm warning you

Don't turn on me

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up with wasn't bumpin' me

Product of the slum, I guess it's misery loves company

Told 'em I'm a winner I be something to believe in

They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed then

JMJ didn't work, neither did Columbia

Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?

One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones

Bill collectors come around that's when you know you're on your own

Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'm a show em

I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before 'em

I'm better under pressure I'm built for it

I Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy

[Hook:]

When they say my time is up

And I am just collecting dust

Don't turn on me

Don't turn on me

And when they claim that I'm washed up

Or when my guns begin to rust

I'm warning you

Don't turn on me

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it

Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"

Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top

I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop

It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the key

All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head

They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot

As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops

I'm not a bully of the East, if I don't start no beef

I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets

I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done

Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one

[Hook:]

When they say my time is up

And I am just collecting dust

Don't turn on me

Don't turn on me

And when they claim that I'm washed up

Or when my guns begin to rust

I'm warning you

Don't turn on me

Wish Me Luck lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Snoop Dogg, MoneyBagg Yo & Charlie Wilson)

 At least you can wish me luck

What happen to wishing a nigga luck?

I could clearly pee a snake through these Cartier buffs

I was that nigga in the cut that they had thought wouldn't be nothing

Just wanted to play, and the streets had forced my hand, I had to do something

BGE but we move around like the black mafia family

I can't have snitches in my circle, got real murderers around me

You can't just kick shit in my trap, break down a brick to Chun Li

I put my quota in some baggies, give the rest to auntie

You ain't mobile, bring it to your door and serve ya like subpoenas

How the hell you go from selling dope to selling out arenas

You can win, bet it all, roll the dice, life a gamble

Close your eyes and blow out a candle

At least you can wish me luck

A nigga moving weight

Tryna get the cake

I'm in and out of state

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

I don't go hand to hand

It go gram after gram

Yeah, holler at me man

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

The Ds ain't that good, these niggas is ratting

They telling what's going on, that's how they know what's happening

I'm riding with the top down, trunk full of yola

Ghetto pharmaceutical, I move that coca-cola

Thousand grams of pure though, I fuck with the weirdos

They snort away the pain, bang the dope in they vein

Shorty crying, Christmas ain't coming, her pops locked up

When it hurts the worst ACS find out she's knocked up

Welfare ain't an option when the feds come knocking

It's all fucked up so wish me luck

At least you can wish me luck

A nigga moving weight

Tryna get the cake

I'm in and out of state

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

I don't go hand to hand

It go gram after gram

Yeah, holler at me man

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

Nigga started off as a youngster

Iron and arms with me, I am a pharmacy drug store

Me and my bro bro, drug lords

Momma, pray for us, oh Lord

We was raised off the Good Book

Now we in the kitchen with the cookbook

Strap in my lap, no time for the shook look

Feds tryna build a case, say my face is a good look, fuck that

Spot getting hot so we shook to the A

I know damn well we wasn't raised this way

Now we up, down, a pound up, fuck, stuck, fuck

At least you can wish me luck

A nigga moving weight

Tryna get the cake

I'm in and out of state

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

I don't go hand to hand

It go gram after gram

Yeah, holler at me man

At least you could wish me luck

Too many niggas fake

It's hard to tell a snake

One more flip and I'm straight

At least you could wish me luck

At least you could wish me luck

Yeah, wish me luck

All you gotta do is wish me luck

Animal Ambition (2014)

 

• Hold On
• Don't Worry 'Bout It
• Animal Ambition
• Pilot
• Smoke
• Everytime I Come Around
• Irregular Heartbeat
• Hustler
• Twisted
• Winners Circle
• Chase The Paper
• The Funeral (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• You Know (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Flip On You (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

Hold On lyrics - 50 Cent

 I woke up this morning, this is insane

Rich as a motherfucker, and ain't much changed

Open my eyes, no surprise, I'm with a different bitch

Different day, different ass, different tits

Strap under my pillow, I done went legit

I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget

The true principles of life are supply and demand

Guess if you never sold dope it's hard to understand

My man got knowledge of self and my back, God

Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off

My temper volatile, grew up a violent child

Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out

Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck

Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you're up

I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage

Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics

We came from nothing, now they saying we straight

Nigga, hold up, hold on

Hold on

These niggas, they watching every dime we make

Hold up, hold on

Hold on

We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view

Instead we get the D's in the rear view

We learn to play the game how it's supposed to be played

And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed

It's not a big deal to me, stay calm

I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bonds

But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I'll get it done

Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one

Used to do graffiti, now look we major

Don't make me write my name across your face with a razor

Re-Up, new coke, they say this sample the bomb

This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one

Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency

No lactose involved, pure coca leaf

You can sniff that or cook that to my belief

That money coming in like we run the streets

We came from nothing, now they saying we straight

Nigga, hold up, hold on

Hold on

These niggas, they watching every dime we make

Hold up, hold on

Hold on

This shit go how I said, go when it's time to expand

So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan

You a gangster for real, you ready to ride?

Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride

Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind

Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined

We don't want your block, just cop your work from us

Those niggas you call allies can't be trust

That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch

Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff

On the phone I heard 'Ya smacked the shit outta a kid

Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again

When it's war, it'll be war to the bitter end

If they ever say we lose, I start it again

That sneaky nigga spray that Semi at your momma crib

With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit

We came from nothing, now they saying we straight

Nigga, hold up, hold on

Hold on

These niggas, they watching every dime we make

Hold up, hold on

Hold on

Don't Worry 'Bout It lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Yo Gotti)

 [50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money

Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot

Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride

Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

[50 Cent:]

When time pass and I'm not around, niggas saying I'm out of town

Probably moving them bricks around, they swear they know how I get down

Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing

My closet full of that fly shit, black card when I buy shit

Sell the shit you get high with, these niggas on my dick

Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing

That's your bitch, I understand, I've seen it all on Instagram

I'm just from the past, I done been all in that ass

Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing

[50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money

Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot

Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride

Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

[Yo Gotti:]

Don't be worry 'bout my record deals cause I still got my plug

Don't be worry 'bout my bitch pimping, she get money out that club

Don't be worry 'bout my partners and 'em, we get money, we eating

You talk shit 'bout a real nigga, bitch, you must be tweaking

Don't be worried 'bout my whereabouts, money all I care about

Keeping it real in my neighborhood, play with me and I'mma air it out

Why you worry 'bout my money, nigga? Bitch, you think I'm broke?

The Fed worry 'bout what I'm doing, think I'm selling dope

I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot

I ain't never gon' snitch, nigga, never been no bitch nigga

I got big guns, need a extra large, y'all niggas got question marks

Talking down on a real nigga, that's how you get a hater charged

[50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money

Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot

Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride

Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

[50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout

Don't tell me what that bitch done said

I'm done with her, you can go with her

I'm leaving here with another bitch

Don't worry 'bout how they look at me

My diamonds on, damn, look at me

These pussy nigga be shooked at me

Wanna judge and throw the book at me

Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it

Had time to talk to my legal team

Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it

Ain't shit they could do to me

Still rocking, still rolling

We holding, bill folding, you know it

When I start to ball out money start to fall out

Throw it up, it fall out the sky

Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out

That's what I call my lifestyle

[50 Cent:]

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money

Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot

Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride

Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it

We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

Animal Ambition lyrics - 50 Cent

 I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

Why give her love and affection, she just want some bread

I ain't talking or texting, I just want some head

She from a Piru set where all them niggas wear red

I ain't flying no flags, but I'm a gangster, bitch

I say "say no to drugs" then I do that shit

Got a blue fleet of whips, I'm so hood nigga rich

You don't like the way I do it, nigga, eat a dick

I just call 'em when I want 'em, I don't need a bitch

You see me stunting with my diamonds on, everything proper

Your shit look chrome and your shit look copper

It's turning, homie, that's why you're turning on me

Admit it, I made it, I can't be faded

I roll it up in public, I'm a cancer, man

Smoke it out in the open like I'm in Amsterdam

I do a hundred miles an hour switching lanes in my Lamb

See my name around the globe, niggas know who I am

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

You say you hustle like a hustle, I be moving the shit

Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks

Got them straps and long clips filled up with lead

So when we counting the paper it better come back correct

Out in New Orleans, baby, niggas hungry for bread

Come through that 9th ward stuntin' and get shot in your head

Every hood I go through they fuck with me, you dig?

Got the eye of the tiger, I'm on that animal shit

I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant

Yeah, I'm scared of rats, but I'm ready for anything

It's the unit, my nigga, take a look at my face

See if you test me they'll arrest me, I'll be catching a case

New York a concrete jungle where niggas got to get paid

Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed

Look at me wrong and you're dead, you'd be very afraid

I don't know how to behave, untamed fresh out the cage

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

I got that animal, animal ambition

Pilot lyrics - 50 Cent

 Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Nigga every law and every rule I break

Feds tryna watch the moves I make

Everyday I get birthday cake

There's a hundred racks there in that safe

Hundred grams there on that plate

I ain't thinkin' 'bout catchin' no case

Nigga my safe house super safe

I zip Giuseppe's, I don't tie no lace

Tom Ford, Y-S-L, nigga, run and tell, I'm fly as hell

Big Bentley, Mulsanne, no LP, just two songs

A-side, B-side, Ryder gang, bitch, that's right

From N.O. to N.Y., I got shooters bitch, don't act cute and shit

We was born broke, no silver spoon

My niggas strapped, they super goons

These niggas here kinda soft

We get the bread, then fuck it off

Get more money, then fuck it off

Make your bitch wan' suck me off

We ain't had shit, we learned to ball

Them ghetto bitches they love us all

Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Shorty bounce it and she clap that

Slide down the pole, she's a super ho

That gold Cuban, I jack that

You niggas know how this 'sposed to go

I'm in the club with niggas, I clap that

That P90 I pack that

Your fuckin' head, I crack that

You wan' test me? Don't test me

Look, lover boy what're you trippin' for?

Niggas don't even want your ho

My nigga Ill fresh out the pen

You gonna make him go back again

Them bottles coming, we turnt up

Them sparks burnin' now watch us shine

You do this shit once a year

We do this shit all the time

Now captain come and save her

Get her from around this paper

She'll never be the same

I mean like everything will change

She cute blow a little cheese on her

Get her ass shots, throw D's on her

Them shoes more than you think though

My bitch look like my bank roll

Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit

You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)

Smoke lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Trey Songz)

 [Trey Songz (50 Cent):]

Ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, a-ay, girl

You know it's Dr. Dre, girl (Dre, girl)

(It's 50) And Trigga, yeah

[Trey Songz:]

Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?

'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke

All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke

All they smell is smoke

The way your body roll, I'ma lose control

'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke

All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke

All they smell is smoke

[50 Cent:]

Come on

Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba

Blue sapphires on days when she feelin' Hoover

She hood and in the mood when I'm in the mood

Erotic, so exotic, I'm psychotic about it

I don't want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample

That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb

She's a narcotic, that bomb shit burnin', we smokin'

My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing

She ain't jealous, I keep Nina around

In the small of my back in case some shit go down

Right under my Hermes, I'm hearin' the word is

Me, I'm a P.I.M.P.

I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some

Then pass it to the homies 'til we all get done

Niggas can't comprehend what this shit 'bout

Police comin', you like, put this shit out

[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]

You like smoke and you got me high

You make a nigga want to get down

High

High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke and you got me high

So high make your love come down

High

One time, have that ass turnt out

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke

[50 Cent:]

Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now

100 degrees, that's with or without the top down

But when she get to workin' her hips, you know the temperature rise

Oh Lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs

She like the stones in my cross, she flawless

I'm thinkin' damn, why would God give one woman all this?

You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me

It's complicated, my occupation, pimpin' ain't easy

Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks

Back when I was pumpin' crack, now my cards are black

Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs

If I want it I buy it, I don't care what this shit costs

Luther said it: a house is not a home without her

I had 'em panties on the Greyhound filled up with powder

But what she showed what she'll do for me has no limits

Her wantin' is temporary 'cause for sure she gon' get it, wassup

[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]

You like smoke and you got me high

You make a nigga want to get down

High

High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke and you got me high

So high make your love come down

High

One time, have that ass turnt out

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke

[Trey Songz:]

Everybody showin' the love when she at the door

Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole

I'm tryina get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that

Got me addicted, I'm trippin', where the stash at?

Baby, baby, don't you know?

Faded, baby, just like smoke

[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]

And you got me high

So high

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke and you got me high

Ring the alarm it's on

High

Girl, what the fuck you done to me?

Ring the alarm it's on

You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me

You're like smoke

[50 Cent and Trey Songz:]

Ring the alarm it's on

Smoke, you're like smoke

Yeah my nigga, wassup?

Girl, you're like smoke, smoke

Fuck with me

Everytime I Come Around lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)

 [50 Cent:]

N-Y, N-Y, 'til I die

N-Y, N-Y, 'til I die

[50 Cent:]

I'm on it

Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around

It's never on safety

I'm on it

Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down

No ifs or maybes

Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's

Niggas gettin' cake made

Fuck with the homies while I got it on me

You'll get your big break, man

[50 Cent:]

You niggas ain't seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack

That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that

That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get?

Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil' my last check

Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that

That 'Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at

That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin', man, I'm passed that

Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ

Girl face on my time piece, ridin' around with my crimeys

These broke niggas so grimy, I let 'em hold the steel, I tell 'em shoot to kill

I put south side on my back, I ain't talkin' 'bout no tat'

When I'm outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere I'm at

[50 Cent:]

I'm on it

Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around

It's never on safety

I'm on it

Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down

No ifs or maybes

Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's

Niggas gettin' cake made

Fuck with the homies while I got it on me

You'll get your big break, man

[Kidd Kidd:]

All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw

I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you

My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo

Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds don't have a blues clues

Thumbing over, don't know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you

If I get caught I don't boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo

He gonna bail me out in seconds, please don't let this rap shit fool you

I send shooters to your home, see I don't need no songs to move you

My gorilla goin' ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you

Put you in a box like new shoes, you's a bitch pull down your tu-tu

When it come to gettin' money all I know is we need bookoo's

Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you

[50 Cent:]

Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around

It's never on safety

I'm on it

Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down

No ifs or maybes

Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's

Niggas gettin' cake made

Fuck with the homies while I got it on me

You'll get your big break, man

Irregular Heartbeat lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jadakiss & Kidd Kidd)

 [50 Cent:]

Nigga, you pussy, you scared

I can hear your heartbeat

Why the fuck would you come around here?

I can hear your heartbeat

Yeah, you know a dog sense fear

I can hear your heartbeat

You bark while we bite around here

I can hear your heartbeat

[50 Cent:]

We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit

I want the bread, you want the bitch

Come out your mouth slick I'll get you hit

My niggas hungry, they hit a lick

Fuck who you're with, niggas'll dump a clip

We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid

I caught a A1 felony on my last bid

Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit

You think my rap shit a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute

Truth be told these niggas is hoes

Once the shit set off, man, anything goes

Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie

If you ain't scared to die, nigga, why would you cry?

[50 Cent:]

Nigga, you pussy, you scared

I can hear your heartbeat

Why the fuck would you come around here?

I can hear your heartbeat

Yeah, you know a dog sense fear

I can hear your heartbeat

You bark while we bite around here

I can hear your heartbeat

[Jadakiss:]

30 something and you ain't never open your mouth yet

Social media is giving cowards an outlet

See him in person, say something, I doubt that

Rather get caught with it than get caught without that

Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve

You stayin' at the ground, you mumblin' your words

Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt

Pussy your whole life, you always been a bird

Scared for so long it's all up in your nerves

Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves

And I'm killin' you first, if we ever do a purge

And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge

And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible

Nigga, you vaginal

[50 Cent:]

Nigga, you pussy, you scared

I can hear your heartbeat

Why the fuck would you come around here?

I can hear your heartbeat

Yeah, you know a dog sense fear

I can hear your heartbeat

You bark while we bite around here

I can hear your heartbeat

[Kidd Kidd:]

Money for bail, money to bail

Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell

FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales

Kept fate when all hope fail

Niggas rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse

Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth

I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house

Niggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about

I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out

Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens

Left a nigga brains hangin' out like we chillin'

Stankin' like shipments, over my shillings

Up your security, Rida gang in the building

[50 Cent:]

Nigga, you pussy, you scared

I can hear your heartbeat

Why the fuck would you come around here?

I can hear your heartbeat

Yeah, you know a dog sense fear

I can hear your heartbeat

You bark while we bite around here

I can hear your heartbeat

Hustler lyrics - 50 Cent

 Don't make this complicated (don't make it)

My old school candy painted (for real)

I hustle hard

When I come through they like "Oh my God!"

(That nigga clean!)

From the beginning It Was Written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby

Yeah, I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?"

Seats in the old school Louie

Shoes and the belt buckle Louie

We don't need more details now, do we?

Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion

You gon' need Cartier frames to see my vision

It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood

Drama llama time, nigga, what's good?

Domino's, muh'fucker, it's time to collect

Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt (wooo!)

I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip through your set

This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit

From the beginning It Was Written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby

Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with

We talk market and distribution and politics (woo!)

Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block

I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop

I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me

Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace

Designer threads in every form of fashion (uh huh)

I express myself so the question I'm askin' (aaoow!)

Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit?

We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit (yeah)

That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing

In case you ain't notice it's a Queens thing (wooooo!)

From the beginning It Was Written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it

I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler, baby

Oh! It's cold out here

It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded

It's 50

When I come through you see me

In the Suburbans that's bulletproof

Bomb proof, leather six, whatever

When I go hard I go hard

When I don't want you to see me I switch it up

I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera

In the back like "ooh wee"

We rolling

I hustle, man, it's what I do, man

Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?

Twisted lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Mr. Probz)

 [Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]

Here's a little info you should know (it's 50)

You don't know what you're in for

What you're in for (c'mon)

[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]

We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (yeah) twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

System thumpin', the club is jumpin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

[50 Cent:]

Let's toast to success and take it a little higher

May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires

Let your driving ambition offer you new visions

May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions

This is more than champagne, this is more than just a glass

This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had (ha ha!)

Let's enjoy tonight like tonight's our last

We can focus on the future and reflect on the past (wooo!)

We done came so far, I mean, look where we are

If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs

From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life

Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight

Want the best of the best, the top of the top

I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop

We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average (uh)

More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, c'mon

[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]

We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

System thumpin', the club is jumpin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (c'mon, c'mon) twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

[50 Cent:]

What was once a strike against us has become an advantage

'Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts

That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential (uh)

Product of the environment (uh), they ain't been what we've been through (yeah)

I'm fond of the phrase "If there's a will, there's a way"

'Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play

Southside (Southside), it's alright

Ghetto's my Alma Mater huh? It's alright (wooo!)

We could keep the party jumpin' like this all night

The bottles, just keep 'em comin', baby, let's get right

Let's get it on, play a little Marvin

It's gettin' hot in here, homie, this could be a problem

Keni Burke style, let's keep rising to the top (uh)

Let's do it, do it big and let a fuckin' hater watch, oh yeah

This is perfect, this a moment to remember

As we proceed on our money getting agenda, c'mon

[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]

We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

System thumpin', the club is jumpin'

Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Winners Circle lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Guordan Banks)

 [Guordan Banks:]

Are you ready to win?

Come join the winners circle (Fuck with the winners baby)

Put up your hands for me, baby (Put 'em up)

And do it like we're supposed to

Cause we're gonna win

[50 Cent:]

Consider this the theme song for victory

The shit you say to yourself when you make history

I'm trying to make it feel like the first time

Like a junkie I'm sort of chasing my first high

I'm focused, I'm disciplined, I'm ready

Mentally on point, sharp as a machete

Hard work, I work hard, I get the job done

There's only one number 1, nigga, I'm number 1

I'm confident, you can call it vain or conceited

Cars, clothes, I need it

Condos, condoms and bad bitches to be with

Run with a winner, baby

Be unconventional, freak me off with friends maybe

You can be my girl, be my fair weather friend

Or you could be my, yeah yeah, be my friend 'til the end

[Guordan Banks:]

Are you ready to win?

Come join the winners circle

Put up your hands for me, baby

And do it like we're supposed to

Cause we're gonna win

[50 Cent:]

I got that disease ambition, success is the cure

They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure

I got dopeboy bonds, Einstein brains

The heart of a nigga homicidal on the chain gang

I want yachts and drops, I got spots to watch

I wanna see what life is like from the mountain top

Who says sky's the limit? I'm limitless, I just took the pill

Why you think a nigga slow flow so ill?

Be careful, the shit I got is highly contagious

We hustled 'til it had us all locked up in cages

Time gon' fly when niggas been bidding for ages

War stories and wounds, back and forth, a nigga been trading

For the root of all evil, Lord said it's for Satan

We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making

I guess it's all risk versus rewards

A nigga risk it all for the broads

(What's up?)

[Guordan Banks:]

Are you ready to win?

Come join the winners circle

Put up your hands for me, baby

And do it like we're supposed to

Cause we're gonna win

Come join the winners circle

Put up your hands for me, baby

And do it like we're supposed to

Cause we're gonna win

Chase The Paper lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Prodigy, Kidd Kidd & Styles P)

 [50 Cent:]

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[50 Cent:]

I'm still a baller, I'm still balling

That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling

I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit

Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick

We still mobbin', niggas still starvin'

We still deal after deal, shit is no problem

He still love her, she ain't shit

Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick

He's still a real niggas, still will kill

Told the still bitch don't squeal or get your cap peeled

The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips

Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop

[50 Cent:]

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[Kidd Kidd:]

I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty

Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty

See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers

I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker

Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger

Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous

Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything

I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing

Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga

Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame

You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper

Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper

I'm gone

[50 Cent:]

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[Prodigy:]

She on my leg like a little kid

She hump my leg like a horny bitch

Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet

Nah, I ain't running after no broad, she stuck on my dick

I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes

Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green

She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why

Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind

Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun

You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look

There ain't a bitch more dime than me

The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me

While you

[50 Cent:]

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[Styles P:]

Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny up

You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up

Little homie loading a semi up

Catch 'em all after the club, tell 'em the ante up

Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way

You owe me, you better pay

Ghost, let the Beretta spray

Hood want uncut dope and some better yay

I ain't chasing pussy, never have

Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass

Still a rider, still rolling, still need a mask

Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash

[50 Cent:]

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

The Funeral lyrics - 50 Cent

 Boy you forgot my style

Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin

It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?

The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy

Couldn't help but think "nigga better you than me"

.38 ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it

But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it

First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots

The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching

Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling "drop it"

Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up

His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent

She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits

So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby

But he was outside talking to niggas crazy

In a room full of people came to pay their respect

I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check

That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail

And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail

ROR, trust me nigga I know the law

Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit I'm on it

That's his first taste, I mean his first case

Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped

This nigga here we still got that, yeah

First law in my hood is show no fear

Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying

Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron

These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures

Trying to come up, still eating around roaches

Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions

Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas won't clap you then

We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch

His wifey just sat there, preachers weren't saying shit

Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave

This type shit a nigga got to see to believe

These bitches acting up in here

Police they don't fucking care

Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit

Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit

He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball

You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off

I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split

Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit

Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor

All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga

We all can't win, some of us got to lose

Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves

Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened

He just went on and on till niggas started attacking

Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing

50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain

When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name

It's 50

50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain

When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name

It's 50

You Know lyrics - 50 Cent

 Cee-Lo, we know

I'm sitting on leather, I'm a winner

If I crap out the strap out

Cause I snap right back to the beginning, nigga

You know I will let it pop

Front if you want bitch I will make it hot

You know, you think you ill, but you not

You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot

I peep what niggas hate through my peripherals

Boy, if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you

Wanna party? We can paint the town red

Them bottles ain't shit to me, a nigga got bread

I'm big money, big business, I love it

Put the bad bitches with big asses and the budget

I'm the boss, so you know shit is going how it gotta go

I don't want talk tonight, I might just buy the hoes

My pleasure principle spend no expense

First I'm happy then she happy that she can pay the rent

It's nothing to a nigga when he up

But when they down I bet you he won't give a bitch a buck

Flip and catch an attitude like "Bitch, what the fuck?"

You want from a nigga, huh? You fucking up a nigga, huh?

Look, girl, you know you're sitting on a gold mine

Fuck with them other niggas think you so fine

You know I will let it pop

Front if you want bitch I will make it hot

You know, you think you ill, but you not

You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot

My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done

Don't care about the set you claim, motherfuck the gang you bang

I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums

That party get the popping then we beefing and we shooting

Let's party like it's 1999

Flat top Gazelle, the swag going back in time

I got it locked, they can't ignore it

Man, nigga, know some bullshit I'm all for it

Heroin Don seven sixty leaning

Chrome clean, spend a nigga scheming trying to hit a lick

Them victim niggas thinking "Damn, why me?"

I'm thinking why these niggas never try me

Maybe they feel the vibe, they know a nigga live

I let it off, inside and outside

The club rocking, it's on tonight

Them bottles popping, we getting right

You know I will let it pop

Front if you want bitch I will make it hot

You know, you think you ill, but you not

You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot

Flip On You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Schoolboy Q)

 [50 Cent:]

50, uh

ScHoolboy Q

Ha ha

[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]

Smiling?

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Nigga, I'm the one that bought all them bitches out

Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, nigga

You gon' make me fill this clip for you

You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2

Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off

I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off

Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove

The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues

Live my life behind the rules

Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes

Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face

Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught

I guess my escape, nigga was fate

I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe

Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate

Get slumped in your drive way

You gon' make me hurt your boy

You gon' make me put that work in boy

You gon' make me get to murkin' boy

[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]

Smiling?

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!

[50 Cent:]

Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast

She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash

Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand

Ghetto philosophy, watch me, I got a hundred scams

Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams

I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife

Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right

Niggas killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back?

What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that?

You wander, I travel, I have a destination

I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason

My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal

You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you

Man on fire, hitman for hire

Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon' retire

Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires

What's up?

[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]

Smiling?

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!

Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!

50 Cent other songs:

Big Rich Town lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Joe)

[Hook - Joe:]
They say this is a big rich town
I just come from the poorest part
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down
I just happen to come up hard
Legal or illegal baby I gotta make it

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I never took a straight path nowhere
Life's full of twist and turns
Bumps and bruises, I lived I learnt
I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper
Homie I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven
That corner only 15 minutes away
It move a seven
Pure snow
Bag it then watch it go
Occupational options
Get some blow or some hoes
Shoot the bullet, the strap
Learn to rap with a jack
Fuck it man in the mean time
Go ahead and pump a pack
This my regal royal flow
My James Bond bounce
That double 007, that 62 on my count
I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers
Look a bitch in the eye and tell her, "Baby, I love it."
You're my inspiration
You're my motivation
You're the reason that I'm moving with no hesitation

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while make a move
Maneuver around the rats, wolves, I'm from the school
Of hardknocks
Shots pop
Bodies drop
Graveyard
Pick a block
Cause niggas watching spots
I'm tryna stash shit
Then I go legit
Hollow tip stuff 'em in clip case make niggas trip
My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties
I'm supposed to lose watch me win against the odds
All I got is my word, balls and my instinct
We tryna make it
We already made it my friends think
We already on top
I gotta bigger plan
No more control, substances or hand to hand
White collar visions
Game changing missions
Big risk, big wins
Equal bigger living
Perfect position
Watch me transition
From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky

[Hook]

Drama Never Ends lyrics - 50 Cent

[from "Southpaw" soundtrack]

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
I'll hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a gravedigger

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

Financial Freedom lyrics - 50 Cent

[Verse 1]
Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
Who's sittin' in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale
Third shootout… we was fightin' for positions?
Shell casings out my 9 flyin' through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, yeah, pistols we pack it
You fuck around, we'll blow your heart out the back of your jacket
Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach
'Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had
Woke up sayin' "we gon' turn them corners to Baghdad"
Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin' with them Brooklyn niggas
I had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughts
Start shootin', I bet I'll clear off the ball court
I want it all, that's just how I fuckin' feel, boy
Get in the way, you gon' take you a trip to Deramores

[Hook]
I'm dreamin' of…
My dream of freedom…
Financial freedom

[Verse 2]
Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
You can get with the program, fam'll get smoked, nigga
We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers
Open your head when you're half dead – you see? I told you
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
Over the phones, soon as I'm home, the game's sewn
I got connections – look, bitch, I'm connected
And I ain't givin' niggas no passes, so respect it
Or get dealt with, I'll break you off proper
You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa
Easy – nigga chill or get laid out
I'll put a hole in you then find out what your gang 'bout
I do my dirt, I'm hardly ever by my lonely
I got that Tec with that cooling system on me,
You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
We stackin' paper 'til we strong then we takin' over
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin' like you know us
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
We're the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
We've got to kill what we eat, that nigga chain a bonus
If you ain't gamblin', get the fuck out the spot, boy
Shoot an ace off your foot, that's some shit you should get shot for
Fuck it, when I win I'm a winner – when I lose, I'm a winner
'Cause to my niggas y'all niggas lookin' like steak dinner
You screw your face the fuck up, you gon' do what?
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
Nigga stand down or get manned down
Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
You gon' fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
Hit your spine, a standup nigga can't even stand up

[Hook]

Get The Strap lyrics - 50 Cent

(Trilogy)

[50 Cent & Casanova:]
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
(Grrr, rah) Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap

[Casanova:]
Fuck that, niggas out here active blood
What's brackin'? You'll never catch us lackin', blood
You stupid, you think we ain't packin', 'blood
Fuck wrong with you? I don't like the way you actin', blood
(Get up off me)

[Uncle Murda:]
Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip (bang)
That's his car pulling up, shoot up the whole whip
That's his man, hit him too, that nigga down with him
Check his gram, see who else be hanging around with him (yeah)
He could get it (uh huh), him too, nigga go get the strap
Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at (where?)
Where they at? Who they with? Them niggas gettin' smoked
Line 'em up; they ain't hard to find, all them niggas broke (stupid!)
Old dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what?
Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tyke (woah!)
Big cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin' it (I see ya)
Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it

[6ix9ine:]
Aight, so boom, first up all y'all niggas suck my dick
Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mother's lips (stoopid!)
Ah, ah, ah, niggas runnin' out they mouth
Y'all dead-ass, like I won't punch you in your fucking mouth
Matter of fact, I'ma smack fire out you boy
Are you dumb? I'ma beat the brakes off you boy
You some "gas what I smoke, nigga" (bang bang)
Nah, on this dick your mother choke nigga

[50 Cent:]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap

[Casanova:]
Man fuck that, my niggas 'bout that action blood
Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in blood
They scrapping, my niggas get to clappin'', blood
Fuck wrong with you? I don't like how you actin', blood
(Get up off me)

[50 Cent:]
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Don't play me like I'm pussy, I will pull up and bang bang
Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon' pop out
Hop out, ooh, wop out, and air the whole block out
Blow the whole stock out, and I'm 'bout what I'm 'bout
I'm a one man band, I bring the drum out and dump it
Bend your block, one o'clock, blowing the trumpet
I'm with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks
I'm stupid rich, still doing some stupid shit
You niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside
That's the third time you've been got, second time you was shot
Your man just ain't your man, he saw us first and fucking ran
We on a different type of time, you on some different shit
Now nigga, don't you play with me, play with a bitch
I ain't ran into a problem that I can't fix
Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick

Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap
Yeah, yeah, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap

Gotta Get Mine lyrics - 50 Cent

If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE

You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas ain't got work
Stains from my roaches, grape drink on my t-shirt
Blowin whites back and forth, beef boy was on the block
Niggas watchin bootleg flicks in the barber shop
Tony he was up in it, talkin bout dis and dat
Sayin niggas owe him money they gon' pay him or get clapped
Man when it come to the bread niggas know what im about
Nigga owe me 7grams I'm tryna air his ass out
Call the connect four times this nigga ain't callin back
All of sudden hes pumpin now dat niggas ain't got crack
Banks in the projects fuckin wit bitches that fuck bitches
Tryna get by her to give her sumtin in her momma kitchen
This rap shit just came to me son its like I be havin visions
After being shot the fuck up I make better descisions
I sat-back taught my soldiers how to re-act
El took my trey pound and blew blacks heart out his back
The beef don't mean nuttin to me son I'm always in drama
Shit I say in my rap is real I put that on my momma
Say a prey before I sleep, lord bless me wit sum cake
And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul he take

If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE

I'm The Man (Remix) lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Chris Brown)

[50 Cent:]
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
Every ghetto I know the same
We tryna make a little change
Preacher man come around talkin'
I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
I'ma put the powder in the pot
Whip it 'til I'm pullin' off a lot
Imagine when I pull it off the lot
New shit come without a top
Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop
Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop

[Chris Brown:]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man

[50 Cent:]
Ay, came in the game gettin' money
Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money
Niggas get to playin' with the money
Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money
They love to see a nigga on the bottom
Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low
A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole
Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's
Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
Shawty wanna fuck with me
Strippin', yeah, the jiggy, nigga
Later, she gon' hit my line
We ain't gon' waste no time
She suckin' and we fuckin' like she need me
While she make a bankroll easy
All the light in the room from the T.V
We gettin' it on then I'm gone
It's the type of shit that a nigga be on

Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my.9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that

[Chris Brown:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man

Came in the game gettin' money
I fuck with all the bitches gettin' money
But you love playin' games with the corny shit
Messin' with a nigga, only bought it 'cause I want it
You love to see a nigga at the bottom
You tried to come up, you don't keep it on the low
They like a drug, don't like you to call them hoes
I'm tryna break a booty down like 36 O's
I think I love a big fat A-O-D, make that bitch cum for free
Look at mommy shake it, I'ma call her, she gon' hit my line, fall in love every time
But if I don't pay, she gon' leave me, never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces
And I believe it, I ain't think this shit was easy, who am I now?

[50 Cent:]
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my.9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that

[Chris Brown:]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man

Know I'm the man, hoe I'm the man
Think she ain't special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw
They not on my level, that's why I look at you different, yeah, yeah

Jungle lyrics - 50 Cent

I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will accomadate you.
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blue in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that feed 'em too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips

No Romeo No Juliet lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Chris Brown)

[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
Ay hoe, get back to twerkin', back to workin'
Get back to strippin', they back to tippin'
Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin'
Them bottles poppin', bitch them hoes callin' us
Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around bitch, shit is for real
Quick makin' a stack, back makin' some mill, I mean, get us a deal
Bitch fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel?
On the social network when they said a nigga really ain't got no chill

[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga

[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga!

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
PIMP, who the shotta them
I'm the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him
Had the homies come through, 400, that be the block
Take yo shit, we going up on the Instagram
Higher than a ceiling fan, I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen
I'm flying shit out the window like I was Peter Pan
I handle my own shit, I own shit
I loan shit, middle finger to the middle man
Anybody that can get it when they want it
Finger fuck bitches, she gon tell me when she cumin'
50 in this bitch and I ain't asking him for nothin'
That's my OG, if a nigga trippin', get to bustin'
Mo money mean mo problems
If your nigga got the money, we gon' rob him
Boy I'm simply, a P.I.M.P.
And I'm a let it go 'til the clip go empty

[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I'm getting big money, started going hard keep a nigga from hatin'
Remove the white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial dating
This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, my nigga sit on suede
Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch I got it made
We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page
You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge
You know my bottom bitch, I done told I'd break a nigga 12 ways
A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away
You hear my name on the street, circulating, you heard I'm cakin'
These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolating?
I got thing for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down
So a hoe feel like I'm right next to her when a nigga way up town

[Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent
She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga

[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:]
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga

See Me Bleeding lyrics - 50Cent

They wanna see me Bleeding
When the Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom soles of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

How did I get in here, life is a livin hell.
The walls are closing in it feels Like I'm trapt in prison cell
They pray for me to fail
But in my face they wish me well
But still I persevere
Deal with hand I was dealt
They neva gave me nothing every thing I got myself
So they cant tell me nothing Still they all in my grill
Try to claim that they real
Try to tell me they love me
But noone was ever there
They wanna see me bleeding
I never been scared
There ain't nothing I fear
Look in my eyes and u can see the soul of a man
They just don't understand
I walk with my gun in my hand I bust up in the air
Give niggas a runnin chance
A soldier in the trinchez A wreisel in the fire
See I'm that young nigga OG's hate to admire
Its the hate that inspires
My love for getting rich and im'a die tryin.

They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Man I'm ready to ride
Why they want me to die
They wanna live my life
I can see the hate in they eyes
Somebody tell me why
When I look in the sky
He don't ever look down
I guess that he don't hear my cries
Please show me a sign
That I got enough time
To get outta the grind
A gettin' in the shine
I’m tryn to hold it down
But I ain't worried man,what goes around comes around
They wanna see me Bleeding
My backs against the wall
Niggaz is all talk come on talk no bite niggaz is all bark
I'm the light in the dark
I ignite like a spark
The pimpin in me will never die Preach what mama told ya
Go an get what u want and remember the south cause u never know where you goin if you don't know where your from
So I lifted the trunk and chunked the deuce sideways break them boys off

They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’ma stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Nanananananaaaaaaa (Yeahh)
They wanna see me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaa (uh huh)
They Wanna see (come on) me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaaa
Everything ain't what it seems
Take a look at wat I see
One eye on the prize the other on my enemies
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Nanananananaaaaa, Nanananananaaaaa Nanananananaaaaa

Still Think I'm Nothing lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Jeremih)

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
Oh yeah
(Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit)
Ouuh
Bongo By The Way

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)

[50 Cent:]
If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to
When you come up how I came up, life's not gentle
See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due
I prayed on it, God didn't say nothing back
Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack
Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it
A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna' take it
You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber
Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah
If niggas want problems I'm sayin' this no problem
I catch 'em on the late night and dearly depart 'em

[Jeremih:]
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)

[50 Cent:]
I remember all the shit you said to me 'cause it hurt me
Then it helped me 'cause then I was down to do the dirt
See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route
I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out
And I got all kind of money now
Look what you made me
Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy
My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard
Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (God!)
From playin' with Hot Wheels to collecting cars
That shit in the duPont REGISTRY's in my yard
Somehow the bullshit shifted
Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted
And I be like

[Jeremih:]
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
(Yeah)
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
(Look at me now nigga)
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
(Y'all niggas ain't shit)
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
(I'm up nigga)

Street King Energy Track #7 (You Lose) lyrics - 50 Cent

[Girl:]
You, I love you so much
I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
[50 Cent:]
Alright, alright, that's enough
Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit

Nigga this is simple, not complicated
I-I-I can't be faded
I'm starting to think I made it
Get out of line, out line, line, out line
Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga
Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya
There's no running from me
Picture me in my darkest hour
I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward
Like the blood in your veins
You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain
Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine
I'm higher than Jevolter he's flying a plane
No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
The barrow that llama, hot, yeah like a sauna
Bricks in the door panel causing to fare Osama
Time for a tale of shoes, you fare damo
Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano
I'm crashing the train, they call me the piano man
I move the keys fuck a piano, man
I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
Beef I let it blow, I hop a fence and dump it
Niggas be talking all that jazz
When they get down to the get down they ask
That base so deep, my heart so cold
I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row

[Hook:]
Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news

This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce
Say the wrong shit out your mouth I'll A your ass out
One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast
My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz
I don't wanna play so I don't play fair
You know it's not polite to stare at my cartiere
Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor
Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major
I used to cut crack on my grandmama China
And cook coke think I'm the chef from Elle's Diner
Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar
When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car
They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far
I love war, in fact, I'm the commander
I want you to open the box of pandor'
I'll destroy you and everything you stand for

[Hook]

Yeah, I'm a South-side nigga to the bone
And when my niggas ain't around, I do it on my own
Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah
That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit
Wait till y'all hear the shit

This Is Murder Not Music lyrics - 50 Cent

I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that

This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[x2]

Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin',
nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do. [Laughs]I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that

This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[x2]

Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin',
nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do. [Laughs]

Warning You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Skylar Grey)

[Hook: Skylar Grey]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow
Failing's not an option, my son's turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin'
Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then
Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit
Who needs enemies my friend keep shootin' my friends
They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz
Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block

[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up with wasn't bumpin' me
Product of the slum, I guess it's misery loves company
Told 'em I'm a winner I be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed then
JMJ didn't work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around that's when you know you're on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'm a show em
I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before 'em
I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
I Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy

[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me

No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't
No no no no no, don't don't don't don't don't

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"
Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop
It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the key
All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head
They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops
I'm not a bully of the East, if I don't start no beef
I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets
I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done
Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one

[Hook:]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me
Don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you
Don't turn on me