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50 Cent
50 Cent


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Настоящее имя Curtis James Jackson III
Дата рождения 6 июля 1975 г.
Откуда South Jamaica, Queens, New York, United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Gangsta Rap
Годы 1997—н.в.
Лейблы Interscope Records
G-Unit Records
Shady Records
Aftermath Entertainment
См. также Eminem
G-Unit
Sha Money XL
Сайт Website



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Альбом 50 Cent


Curtis (11.09.2007)
11.09.2007
1.
Curtis Intro
2.
3.
4.
I'll Still Kill (feat. Akon)
5.
6.
7.
Ayo Technology (feat. Justin Timberlake & Timbaland)
8.
Follow My Lead (feat. Robin Thicke)
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
Peep Show (feat. Eminem)
14.
Fire (feat. Nicole Scherzinger & Young Buck)
15.
All Of Me (feat. Mary J. Blige)
16.
17.
Touch The Sky (feat. Tony Yayo)
. . .

Curtis Intro

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. . .


"My Gun"


[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

[Verse 1:]
F**k Boy you can see it to believe it
Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
Believe me its easy
I'll hurt you, I'll merk you, I'll pop summin'
Drop summin', I aint gonna stop hunting
Run run till you're spun
One shot One gun
One-9...
1-1 emergency,
It's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger
No mistake for that cake
I'm hittin you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim,
For the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang,
Nigga shit ain't a game
Do the math or get blast
Bullets go through the glass
Go through your ass fast
And the leather seat sittin Ave.
Its not a war when there's casualties on one side
I ride
Turn it up on you niggas after Jay ride by
I click-clack thats that i don't flash, i mash
I wave the Uzi at em,
I make a movie out em.

[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

[Verse 2:]
You better lose yourself in the moment
Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go
You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
At ya hat, ya back, ya ass crack, ya nutsack.
Your caddilac if you make it to that,
I'm hitting that
The 70's was smack
The 80's crack.
The 90's was grimey
Millenium mac man
Clips on the whips I ride in em
Bad bitches I ride inn em
Dont worry i'll get 'em
Gat Jammed or un-jammed
God dam Safest the safety dont work
Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
End up faced down in the dirt
More than hurt,
Bring the beef where you hang out,
Bang out,
Shots ring out.
Hit your shoulders tryin to blow your brains out.
Hit your homies in their legs,
Bet they have their canes out tomorrow
You kno tomorrow's just a day away,
If you can keep your heart beatin' then your ass awake.

[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

. . .


"Man Down"


[50 Cent]
AOWWWW~! It hurts...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - YEAH!!

D's tryin to plant a murder on me
In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey
And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me
You see I'm on your crib it ain't a burglary homey
They fin' to have me stuck in purgatory
I'm down to do the stickin when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
Wait~! I'm gettin sidetracked, back to the story
These cocksuckin [censored] got it in fo' me
[censored] they wanna [censored] me up
[censored] me find my burner and [censored] me up
But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Unit's the new people who gon' [censored]
Huh, we'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds
And this [censored] screamin [censored] down

[Chorus]
Get in the way, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
I said I'll murder dem
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem
You see I told you I'd murder dem

[50 Cent]
They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen
I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
I got two felonies, from sellin that crack shit
And the third one, came from showin niggaz my mac spit
See I'm down for that daytime action
Have niggaz crawlin under cars when I start to cappin
So they don't know what to say to the [censored]
But they know if word get back, somethin gon' happen
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
When you snitchin where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown
Southside - I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first
Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama

[Chorus]

. . .


"I'll Still Kill"


Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Respect come from admiration or fear
You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig
You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap
So If a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal of infiltry, Im built for this mentally
Thats why Im the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you
Forget ya enemies and think of what your friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Hecklar Koch should tear have of your ass off
Im not for the games, Im not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain, when I unless the pain
Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!

[Akon: Chorus]
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Where Im from death is always in the air homie
Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I got creepin' through the hood wearin' teflon
Hit the corners mother fuckers get left on
Niggas know If not they better check my background
Try and stick me, Ill fill your back with mac rounds
Ask Preme nigga 50 dont back down
I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line boy Ima air ya ass out
Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout
Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up
And If you are, fuck you 'cause I aint changed up
The O.G's wanna talk but I dont know these niggas
And I aint did no business with 'em, I dont owe these niggas
A minute of my time, get it 'cause I grind
All across the globe like the worlds mine Yeah!

[Akon: Chorus]
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...

[Verse 3: Akon]
Konvict!
Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance
And seen a mac aimin' at your head mayne
Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscin and your body is drippin' and full of lead
mayne
I done been there (Uh huh), I done cocked that (Uh huh), It aint ever been a question Im bout
that
Dont go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that
You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, with all the couple metal pieces under
my feet
Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds
Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessy breeze, but 50 dont make me ride on these niggas
(Hey)
Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 dont make me ride on these niggas
Cause I been long gone like the ripper, soooo..

[Akon: Chorus]
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...

. . .


[Background:]
(I Get Money)
(Fifty)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
Yeah,
I Run New York!
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York!

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Until The Quarter Water Sold The Bottles For Two Buck,
Coke The Cola Came And Bought It For Billions, What The Fuck,
Have A Baby Buy Me Baby, Been Millionaire,
I Write The Check Before The Baby Comes, Who The Fuck Best?
I'm Stanky Rich, Im'a Die Tryna Spend This Shit,
Southside Drop In This Bitch,
Yeah I Smell Like The ?, I Use To Sell Dope,
I Did Play The Block, Now I Play On Boats,
In The South Of Friends Baby, Sandro Pay,
Get The Tano Imo Ready Black, Rich Ima Ready That,
Gangsta Genegak, Hene Hat Hene That,
Call That O River Rat, Oh Fuck The Chiva Chat,
When The Big God Make The Breed, A Barber I Cut Ya Head,
A Marchmen I Spray That (Bloot Blat [?])
Not Fuck With The Kid, I Get Benz With [?] Live... You Dead?

[Hook: 50 Cent]
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
Yeah,
I Run New York!
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York!

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
You Can Call This My New Shit, But It Aint New Thou,
I Got Reed Of My Old Bitch, Now I Got New Hoes,
First It Was The Benzo, Now Im In A Enzo,
Ferrrarriii Im Sorrry I Keep Blowin' Up!
They Call Me The Cake Man, The Strawberry Sake Man,
I Spray They Are, Make The Whole Clique Break Down,
Spaxen - Men Men Flatline You Dead Now,
Nine Shells Mant... You All Get It Crackin',
I Was Young I Couldn't Do Good, Now I Cant Do Bad,
I Rive At The New Jack, I Just Bought The New Jack,
Now Nigga Why You Mad, Oh You Cant Do That?
Im So Forgivefull, They Callin' Me Khaki,
Im Come Around The Jewell, They Callin' Rocky!
Its The Ice On My Neck Man, The Wrist In My Left Hand,
Bling Like Blaoooow, You Like My Style? Haaaah Haaahh
Im Holla To The Bank Right Now!

[Hook: 50 Cent]
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
Yeah,
I Run New York!
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
(Ah) I Get It,
Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York!

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
When I Talk To Talk, And I Walk The Walk,
Like A Teflon Don Boy I Run New York,
When I Come Out The Car, Yea I Pop The Card,
Yea I Keep It Gangsta, I Have Ya Eye Line The Charge...
(Ah) I Get It,
In The Hood If Ya Ask About Me, They Tell Ya Im About My Breed,
(Ah) I Get It,
Round The World If Ya Ask About Me, They Tell Yo They Love The Kid,

Hooooooooo Hey I Get It Etc, Etc... I Run New York I Get It...

Im Back On The Streets Mayn, Im Bringin' The Heat Mayn, Im All I Grind, Like All The Time,
Tryna Stop My Shine, I Kaaak My Nine, Dont Get Outta Line, I Said Dont Get Outta Line,

[Fade Out:] I Get It.

. . .


"Come & Go"


[50 Cent]
I make 'em move
I make 'em move
I make it hot up in here
Look around, see what we got up in here

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin we ain't speakin bitch
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, it's Dr. Dre, 50 Cent trick

[50 Cent]
They said we couldn't do it, look now, I did it
I topped "In Da Club," I'm still sippin the bubb'
The drama I'm widdit, I get biz, you get it
I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
That's why a nigga bit it, I can't forget it
I said I didn't do it, witnesses said I did it
I'm fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
Five TV's, my rims is so siddick
I cruise through your bitch and just fall in love with it
Baby come in - girl I wanna give it to you
Once I'm in - in sum, I'm a freak with it
Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it
G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted
Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it
She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it
It's exercise, my homey he been waitin
He next to ride

[Chorus]

[50 Cent - singing]
People always talkin 'bout
My reputation~! I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em, I don't love 'em
I don't care, what she do, with him
It's all good with me
Soo-oooh-ooooooooh

[50 Cent]
Yeah
They can't do it how I do it, I'm #1, I knew it
I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it
It's hit after hit, damn I'm on the road
I'm like James Brown now, man I got soul
Naw I ain't a pimp but HELL YEAH I got hoes
I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin
You think I'm bullshittin, my money touchin the ceiling
Can't buy condos, I'm buyin the building
I'm pissin the wrong women, R. Kelly do it to children
You bet against me boy, I'ma hurt your feelings
Cause over and over I'ma keep on winnin
My Rolls Royce tinted, your Phantom rented
That's why we never ever ever see you in the hood with it
Man e'rybody know, like e'rywhere I go
When 50 in the club shit just go out of control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre; okay~!

[Chorus]

. . .


Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I'm ballin', throw'n money around

[Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want
(Lemme talk to you)

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]

Baby you're so new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology aye, why don't you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology aye, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you

[Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]

Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]

Baby you're so new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you

. . .


(feat. Robin Thicke)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 f**kin' crazy
50 dont know how to treat a lady
Hey Girl, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
Ride by the beach, I call you a bitch then hang up
Probably call you right back and shit
And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me for
tellin' lies
Like Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch"
As Bobby said "Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie"
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okay
You can be my Beyonce I'll be your Jay
I gotta great sense of humour, questions make ya smile then I whoo ya!
You know how I do ya, or do ya?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It's New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stop
I told you, Im'a Don you goin' on ma'dam
After you shop 'till your feet hurt in Malones
Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish
They say the scene of me was made for lovers out in Paris
The risers and the beleivers sayin' "50 we love you"
But out there, theres no me so I love them
You may not recognize this, the reason I exist
Deliver best than the best so perfection I guess
Just like I miss the stress, I'll pass the test
Everytime I drop, Im burnin' hot
I dont care If she loves me or loves me not
As long as I enjoy the time that we spent
I dont care, baby we could f**k and be friends
Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz
You know its me...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see

. . .


Movin' On Up


[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now
You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Tech
Yeah I stunt in the Vette , got stash in the Vette
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
24. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard tryna fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas runnin' round tryna kill you for us
Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

. . .


[50 Cent:]
Yeah
When I'm out in NY boys blunts and fillies
When I'm out in LA boys raps and switches
Now blood walk to this, now crip walk to this,
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
Now blood walk to this, now crip walk to this,
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm in my lambo maggot, my 44 fagot
Doors lift up I'm like go-go gadgets
See the shit I got on, homie I hate you
My Teflon on but my government issues
I hit your vertebrae, bullets rip throgh tissue
Your wife on a futon hugging and shitsu
Homie you bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got 4 lips and bleed for 7 days
I got 4 fifs and bananas on a K's
And got more whips then a run away slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made 50 mil Em got paid
When I made 60 mil Dre got paid
When I made 80 mil Jimmy got paid
I aint even got to rap now life is made
Said I aint even got to rap I'm filthy mayne

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
Ha hahahahaha ha hahahahaha
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
Ha hahahahaha ha hahahahaha
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
Ha hahahahaha ha hahahahaha
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
Ha hahahahaha ha hahahahaha

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I keep nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bankroll
I got the kinda money that the bank cant hold
Got em off the streets movin bundles and O's
73 caprice old school when I roll
Breeze passed with the heat, pass, fuck the toll

No more platinum I'm wearing gold
I'm internationally known is the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough, its neva enough dough
Shit I need mo, new shit out the sto'
Baby blue is all, fresh off the floor
Stashbox by the dashbox incase they want war
Ill make purple bring the green an fuck the law
I'm also raw I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest mothafucka around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I'm the general solute me soldier

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
Ha hahahahaha ha hahahahaha
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
Ha hahahahaha ha hahahahaha
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
Ha hahahahaha ha hahahahaha
I'm laughing straight to the bank with this
Ha hahahahaha ha hahahahaha

[50 Cent:]
Now work it out now, shawdy work it out,
I wanna see it break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about,
Its like bank job I'm in and I'm out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

. . .


[Intro:]
50

Ferrari F-50

[Chorus:]
Shorty you aint gotta tick-tock just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride
It goes up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its only night I know what you like
And I just had a break yall

[Verse 1:]
Good Evening Ladies I tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
There's lots of activities fun things to do
And now I find my pleasure in pleasing you
Some rides go fast some rides go slow
If your heights went up high yeah I go low
It tastes so sweet let's dig in cotton candy
You can carry the weight we can start in a family
It's a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl you know there's no fun without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
Applause now it's the first half of my act
Started as a pimp now I'm more like a mat
I don't need your paper just don't fuck with my stats
(Oh it's like that?) Yeah it's like that

[Chorus:]
Shorty you aint gotta tick-tock just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride
It goes up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its only night I know what you like
And I just had a break yall

[Verse 2:]
Now you can ride the horse around the carousel
Explosions Trojans all in the hotel
Put me to the test girl I don't fail
Now work it out
Without a doubt
There's plenty water rising I'm sure it'll get you wet in the pot
Have your luster's seduction considered or not
Throw a hoop around the bottle, I'll be your teddy bear
Whatever color you like you know I don't care
I really want to thank you for attending this affair
Now go and come with your friends to come have fun here
I smile when I speak put up your hands sincere
And your pass is valid all summer my dear
So watch everything that you can always return
There's so many tricks to the trade you should learn
Suck that, Lick that, Swallow that lollipop
Forget that, Brick that, Ride it non-stop

[Chorus:]
Shorty you aint gotta tick-tock just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride
It goes up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its only night I know what you like
And I just had a break yall

[Music Fades Away]

. . .


High Speed Ferrari Movement
3rd Lanes Swiching Lanes, What Up
Brooklin What Up,
Far Rock What Up

When Jay And Beyonce Was Hm Hm Kissing
I Was Cooking One Thousand Grams In My Kitchen
When Nas Was Telling Kelis I Love You Boo
I Was Shining My Nine , You Know How I Do
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit
I Got , I Got A Fully Loaded Clip
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit (Yeah)
I Got, I Got A Fully Loaded Clip

Who Want Problem With Me, No Problem Its All Good
I Aint Fresh Out The Hood, I'm Still In The Hood
Black Rims, Black Hemi, Nigga See Me When You See Me
I Appear And Desappear With The Heater Like Houdini
The Party With Bullshit, You Get You Ass Pop
Dont Believe Me, Ask Fab He Got His Head Shot
Im In The Cut Like Turns, I Do Dirt Like Worms
Smoke Weed, Now Im Sure, Nigga Its My Turn
I Fire On Your Ass Then Hollow Tips Burn, Baby Burn
I Scream Fuck The Cops, Ride Around With My Glock
Test My Pistol On My Bitch, Nigga Fuck That Box
Thats How P Got Knocked, Thats How Jewel Got Dropped
But Dre Beat That Nigga, Go Ahead Repeat That Nigga
You Might Learn A Lil Something If You Learn To Stop Frontin
I Make It Look Easy On Three Piece B-P's Rolling Loc-Ing
A Brother With The Dope Man

When Janet And Jermain Was Hm Hm Kissing
I Was Bagging One Thousand Grams In My Kitchen
Puffy Just Telling Kim, I Love You Boo
I Was Shining My Nine, You Know How I Do
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit
I Got , I Got A Fully Loaded Clip
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit (Yeah)
I Got, I Got A Fully Loaded Clip

At The Dice Game, And Bet It All Hear What I'm Saying
Take Gram I Fall Better, Nigga I Aint Playing
I Trying To Get It, Holla At Me If You With It
Then Lace Up The Chucks, We Can Rob These Motha Fuckas
My Stomach Is Growling, They Say That I'm Wildling
Im Doing My Numbers, Or Im Getting Violent
You Hear Me Rap And Think That I'm Playing
Then See The Barrel And Then See The Flame
I Need Full Cooperation Man Give Us The Chain
The Watch, The Ring And The Grill We Aint Playing
I Fire That Thing And It Sound The Same
Holla I Got That News Candy Man

When Jeezy And Keysha Was Hm Hm Kissing
I Was Bagging One Thousand Grams In My Kitchen
And Trina Was Telling Wayne, I Love You Boo
She Was Just Running Games, She Told Buck That Too
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit
I Got , I Got A Fully Loaded Clip
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit (Yeah)
I Got, I Got A Fully Loaded Clip

. . .


(feat. Eminem)

[50 Cent]
When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
This is what it sounds like, when I'm breakin it down
Yeah I'm breakin it down
Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breakin it down
When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I'm hot man! It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault

'Til the sun comes up, every night (c'mon)
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be gettin it in, c'mon we gettin it in
A lil' Hennessy, a lil' juice and Gin
It's not a fantasy (nah) it's not pretend
We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
'Til the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I'm really really gettin into your freak show
You give me a little baby then I'ma want mo'
O.D.B. said it, "I like it raw!"
Exotic erotic we're movin on the floor
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
You got a man, I keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I gets my dough
I got a few stacks me and you could blow
We headed to the hotel after the show
I know how to romance you be my private dancer

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
On your mark, get set girl now here we go
Racin off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it girl you turn me on
When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down

[50 Cent]
They say I'm not the same it's cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain, I don't play no games
I'm hustlin hard homie I do my thang
You fuck with the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm tryin to get her in my bedroom and shit
We could take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord this shit make a boom-boom flick
It's oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty, shorty now you should know
Girl your body's callin me, hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
All control (all control)
I know you know (I know you know)
You're so seductive you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
I'm feelin your style, you better watch me now
My tongue'll be in your mouth, my hands'll be in your blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can't have you I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl killin me now, or succumb to me now

[Eminem]
Come to me now, you don't come to now
Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
20 minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask
So when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I knew I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do'
You makin me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl, you're pitiful, chill
We gon' fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still (phbbt)
I shouldn't have to say it shorty you should know
I hope you really gettin into my creep show
Let me shit on your chest and if some weed comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I could break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I can break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon

. . .


"Fire"


[Nicole] FI-RE~!!

[50 Cent]
I make it hotter... friction turns to fire
You want and desire... I'm comin to get you girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, LET'S GO~!
Somethin new it's another episode
Music bumpin, sweat drippin on the danceflo'
I like it when shorty get to backin it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act

[Breakdown: 50 Cent]
Now work it
Shorty grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it - if you work it

[Young Buck]
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it

[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that FIRE!! So hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that FIRE!! Cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I'm might, ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire

[50 Cent]
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed everytime I rock
These other niggaz ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and Tupac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna freak we can freak tell me where we should we meet
So you can

[Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on, stuntin heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around

[Breakdown]

. . .


"All Of Me"

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
They money I aquire mama make it all simple
Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it
They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars"
Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah
Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire
The world is still turning, my records are still earnin'
Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams
I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans
So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me
God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich
Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick
When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it
With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks
I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid
You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time
When I smile your smile should be as big as mines
Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind
Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?

. . .


"Curtis 187"


[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga
Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger
Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head
Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga
Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy
Now those were the days, where crime really pay
9 milly spray, got the f**k out the way
The shootout, the shootout
The bricks went fast, robberies went bad,
niggas got blast
Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid
Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head
Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
It was kangos, caselli shades,
boombers and corn brades
Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades
E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hood rats to get layed, money to get made
Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich
Woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram
Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth
Sayin' "I dont get on" Im'a lay a nigga out
Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious

I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace
Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny
Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny
F**k with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy


[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas
Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas
Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me
My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spotford but never that now
When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk
Send yo punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip
Im take your shit
Thats how the esse's play, for that s.s.k
Your probably heard through the grape vine,
Im good out Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks
Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west
In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest
And you niggas best be on your best behaviours
I was bread for this shit, front Im'a blaze ya


[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

. . .


"Touch The Sky"


[Chorus - 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Man I run this rap shit
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
R.I.P. to Tupac
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
Nigga roll that good shit
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
(Here we go!)

[Verse 1 -50 Cent
You wanna dance, let's dance nigga
I'll take you to the prom
I'm armed, tre pound in my palm
I'm calm nigga, my mama made a baby boy
The hood made a man,
my first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this, u knew this, I told you pussy
You faked your death, hater f**kin comin from pussy
I'll have like EE II EE II UH OH,
after the fo-fo blow I get low
That's how I go like a pro, it's a rap, I'm a ghost
And you smoke like a roach, you been clapped
And the fact there's no comin' back from that
I'm the last of my breed
Mo henny, no weed, just my vest and my semi
In the back of the Bentley, I'm a nas and a rase
I'm there and I'm gone
My lawyers are strong, and my money is long
So when I'm right, I'm right,
and when I'm wrong, I'm right
I'lll hit yo ass up right, nigga its nighty night!

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Man I run this rap shit
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)

R.I.P. to Tupac
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
Nigga roll that good shit
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
(Here we go!)

[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
Ayo I'm hotter than a pilot man
I catch a body man, Bs an Ks are lyin on the polygram
These OGs talk about back in the days
I'll have a RIP sign on your Myspace page
I'm in ya town nigga
Drop ay nigga, GCT coupe in sour grey nigga
I'm a 8 nigga, a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga, my connects gots bricks
That's how it go, you want platinum
We still got the same cars, same house,
an still f**k the same broads
Dreams of f**kin a R&B bitch
Damn you look good girl, but get your teeth fixed
I'm the Teflon Don boy, i get busy
Your next two songs, do the shit with Pretty Ricky
760 drive by like tick
With two hoes in the whip lookin like flip
Yeah nigga

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Man I run this rap shit
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
R.I.P. to Tupac
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
Nigga roll that good shit
(Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
(Here we go!)

. . .


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