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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


The Massacre (03.03.2005)
03.03.2005
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Gatman And Robbin (feat. Eminem)
7.
Candy shop (feat. Olivia)
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My Toy Soldier (feat. Tony Yayo)
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Build You Up (feat. Jamie Foxxx)
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So Amazing (feat. Olivia)
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. . .


New York City...
You are now rockin with 50 cent..
Are you ready?
(Gun click)
I said are you ready?
See you wit me nigga?
DROP DEAD.

(mumbles:) Paid for a hooptie but I
wanted a drop
"G UNIT"
"Somthin new"
I'm not that nigga in your video
I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes
and Niggaz know, I be on the low
but I miss my dawg
and I twist my drawer
I'm not that nigga that you think you
know
I walk around with a big fo-fo
You front on me I'm gone get at your
dawg
I be at rite are your crib, right at your
door

What up 50?

Coming up I ain't have much, but I
wanted alot
I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted
a drop
so you know, I had make somthing
outta nothin
Like turn an empty spot into a crack
spot pumpin
im so hard at nine-teen I bought a
benz, I did.
The older niggaz really wasn't feelin
the kid
Try to find where I live so they could
run in my crib
but you can't hustle a hustler I
peeped it and slid
Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo
At six months I told them "Million go
tops on Gar-bo"
Country came around, hes into
clappin
country left, same shit started
happening
Like "He shot rob for some ends, rob
shot joe for some skins,
Cory shot drew and we was friends,
money turned boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just
starts again..

"naw nigga, ain't nuthin changed
nigga,
yea I've been gone for a minute, but
I'm BACK!"
(damn 50 it's good to see you back in
the hood)
you see my cherry red SL nigga I'm
doin good
sometimes I can't find the words to
say how I feel
so, I take a quote from menace
"LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!"
I'm addicted to stuntin, now that I'm
holdin something,
I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ?
(oh will you let me hold something?)
nigga you high or something? I don't
play games I'm
bout my money nigga buy something!
I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's,
Here nigga take one...

"yea, don't ever say I don't do
nothing for you nigga,
you kno don't say I didn't look out for
you. KnowhatImean?
But make sure nigga that you go
catch some jokes
when you come back you gonna
have my paper for that thang thang
knowhatI'msayin?
I don't want it back, don't try to use it
then give it back to me
Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around
sayin
"50 getting all this rap money and he
won't help us" ha ha...
Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know?
New shit!!!
All the shit I put out on the mix tapes
is for the mix tapes
I got a million...
...
OH MY GOD!! My shit is so hot right
now I'm in the zone


. . .



[Verse 1]
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
Spray, there ain't a shell that bend my heat
Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it
You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass
I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 2]
I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool
On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe
To have more than a ??, niggas'll come to your place
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 3]
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli
The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
You know not to do good now

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

. . .



[Intro]
This is 50

[Chorus]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 1]
I got a hit ya, its ya trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that ?? and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money ???, then I went back and got that six
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit
And a nigga with a knife, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib
nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips

[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Bridge]
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit

[Outro]
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah

. . .


[Chorus]
All thru the hood i keep hearing
nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they
talkin like shit is okay
I'm down to ride tonight
Whip rollin, Whip stolen, Ak loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin, straight lokin, lock and
loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight

This is nothing new i been in this
position before
Grandma crib Niggas outside of her
door
Different day same shit old mack new
clip
32 hollow tips gloves no rubber grip
I'm a boss but nigga's never show no
respect
I catch em slippin i have em tongue
kissin my tech-
One come test me pussy boy dont try
it
Police response never fast enougn
the shots fired
Dont be stupid find out who you
fuckin wit son
Before we find out where your bitch
get her hair and nails done
It's elementary.... life is but a dream
You know row row your boat your
blood forms a stream
After you get hit you should'a thought
about the shit
You took that paper you take a life or
your life get took bitch
Sometimes i sit and look at life from a
different angle
dont know if i'm god's son or satans
angel

Repat chorus


In 2002 if you ask me to make a wish
I simply would'a wished my music be
the hit
Big said damn nigga's wanna stick
me for my paper
And pray for my downfall i understand
it all
But me i'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are i'm gonna have to
blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit that wild
wild west shit
If 81 want karats stones in my
necklace
I shine so so hard i make
motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects, every hood i go they
feel me
I know it sounds like rap but this shit
is real b
I dont talk that rich shit but nigga i'm
filthy
When i come out to play and my mob
aint wit me
You can bet your bottom dollar that
revolver wit me
Homeboy frontin on me will shortin
your life span
Hold the mic with my left my knife in
my right hand (YEA)


Repeat chorus



. . .



[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend
I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon final top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But that song in New York, dawg your ass is local

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it with me, he in DC
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank
Purchase a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo, bring the ?? I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are wrong shots
After your next move I'll give you what I got

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill
I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real
I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed

[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man
All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin'
You gotta do somethin' baby
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin'
nigga everybody's listenin'
Hahahaha
I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get ?? niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said grip up
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha

. . .


(feat. Eminem)

[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I'll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I'll be actin' like an animal, I'll tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Will daint ya, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze

[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman

Mothafucka you retarded,
you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
We're walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta
Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT
That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT
Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT
Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS
Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT
He's got my back, I got his back, BACK
Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins
Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in,
To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,
Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable
Some shit'll never bother us
Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone
but let it be known there will be no sit downs
With no Daves and 'Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you
Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through
Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine
Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be
Or we'll be back with a:.

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
Gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed

[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got 'em on the screen, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
They say no, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you down
Leave the party

. . .


[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot
(woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do
you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should
i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to
the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a
teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby
it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the
rental
On the beach or in the park, it's
whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love
doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout
how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it
baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing
round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to
this shit
After you work up a swear you can
play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best
way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your
hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh
yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the
rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like
this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like
this
Soon as I come through the door she
get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get
undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch
em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after
I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from
behind
So seductive, you should see the
way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when
we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I
aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and
popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle
after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the
bottle is gone

[Chorus 2x]



. . .



[Intro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I know somethin' you didn't know
I make you beg for more
Everybody's on the floor
Goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set if off

[Verse 1]
Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
Just move it to the music its on
To the sound of 50 MPRE
Everythings calculated in time percised
Never move another mill let's get right aight
This test is my ?? choice I'm high off life
Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do
Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set if off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off

[Verse 2]
System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
Thats what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, VIP, no ID
Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
Bitches break their necks to be where I be
Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
Can you feel it, Slim said for me to make ya feel it
And remind you that you rockin' with the realest

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off

[Verse 3]
I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
A little dose of it, now I want some more
No body put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set if off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off

. . .



[Intro]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don't fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa till the mothafuckin' end [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 2]
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain't ?? these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]

. . .



[Intro]
Yeah
I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin
I'ma catch you sumthin

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

[Verse 1]
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I'm so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery's career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

[Verse 2]

Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

. . .



[Intro- 50 Cent]
She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me
Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in
Relapse you fat bitch, don't ever try that again
All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin'
But we have a bond and its not to be broken

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me
I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me
I heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl
But boy, oh boy, fuckin' wit me is a whole 'nother world
After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin'
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing"
Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too
I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm fuckin' with you
I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new
I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right
Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm
I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward
Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me
Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV
I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say
But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away
They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a fuckin' fiend
Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you
Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do
Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good
I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should
It was written long before, it was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate
And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates
And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

. . .



[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew

[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
(Let's go)

[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
(Let's go)

. . .


[Chorus x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.

[Verse 1]
Go Go Go Fifty in the house, bounce,
y'all already know what I'm about.
The flow sounds sick over Dre' drums
nigga, I ain't
stupid I see Doc and my dough come
quicker.
Whoa! Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she
moves is so erotic, but watch
I'ma watch her bounce that ass girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in
here, front in here, we'll thump in
here. Oooohh.
I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So
gully, so grimey, what's good?
Outside, the Benz on dubs
I'm in the club with the snub, don't
start nothin', it won't be nothin'.
Uuuhhh.

[Chorus x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh.. shake that ass girl.

[Verse 2]
Let's party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let's party, everybody bounce wit me.
Some champagne and burn a lil'
green with me.
This hot. Disco Inferno, let's go. You
are now rockin wit a pro.
I get told to flip dough to get more, fa
sho'.
Get my drink on, then get on the
dance flo'(floor).
Look homie I don't dance all i do is
this.
It's the same 2 step wit a lil' twist.
Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm
true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do
this shit.
So you mix a lil' Cris with a lil' Dom
Perignon.
And a lil' Hennessy, you know we
finna carry on.
Hollerin' at these snakes in da club
tryin' to get right,
we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we
break daylight.

[Chorus x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.

[Verse 3]
You see me shinin' and lit up with
diamonds cause I stay grindin'. uh-
huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin
Bentley coupin',
switchin lanes. u see me rollin, you
know I'm holdin,
I'm about my paper, yeah.
Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'll
embed it in ya brain, I'm off the chain.
G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a
notch.
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the
spot.
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm
loco.
Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's
go!

[Chorus x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.




. . .



[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit

[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and ?? a lil bit

[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro'
Pockets on ?? cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and ?? a lil bit

[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna ?? tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, x up, c'mon

[Chorus x2]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit

. . .



[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 1]
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 blow 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
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 2]
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 they ?? fathom too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who signed ?? actually 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
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 3]
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, ?? 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 you, ?? I will comodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow
niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

. . .



[Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way i say do it
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I say it's on, then it's on
Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more
You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

This is so close, now follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'
They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me,
Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man
Hold me down

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That ?? I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head all taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
Black tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organize discipline, plus we militant

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]

I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat
My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja
My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries
Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man


. . .



[Intro]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha

[50 Cent]
Aww nigga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
?? loud gold top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King King in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they don't fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin'
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my ***eler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna

. . .



[Jamie Foxxx]
La la la la la la
Ooh I'd lie for you baby
Ooh I'd die for you baby

[50 Cent overlapping]
I build you up
But if ever I fall down
And I need you to pick me up
Promise me you'll be around
Hold me down
I'll build you up

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Listen if you let me, I'll be the reason you shine
Its a secret I want the world to know that you're mine
But on some real shit, communications could be better
So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter
They can play it on the radio, a hundred times a day
I figure when you hear it, you would stop and think of me
I wanna get to know ya and be the reason you smile
Girl, you know where I'm from, you know how I get down
When times are tough, tell me that I'm special
Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special
You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend
Precious stones, could you put me before them
If so, I'll see to it that they always around
Nothin' but the best now, how does that sound
If I talk with you, when we talk you can keep it
Girl, you on my mind all the time, its a secret

[Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx]
Baby I'll build you up
Girl if I, never show I have you by my side
I build you up
Girl I need to know for sure you're mine
I need to know for sure

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
I think about you thinkin' that you feel the same way
Was it just my imagionation again runnin' away
If you ready to ride girl come on let's roll
G-55 fly ma let's go
Its hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my present
Your smile makes me smile, I'll show you my style
We can shop a lil bit, I pick out my shit
One pair at a time, till your shoe games sick
Now who knows what the future holds, we'll be together probably
For better or worst, like Whitney and Bobby
If you wanna play house, we can play house then
But wait why pretend if you can move in
Before I be your buddy in bed, let me be your best friend
Girl, its more than lust, I want your trust
You keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
Cause I know with you by my side, there's nothin' I can't do

[Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx]
Baby I'll build you up
Girl if I, never show I have you by my side
I build you up
Girl I need to know for sure you're mine
I need to know for sure

. . .



[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
It ain't my fault

[Bridge]
I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
I'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream
?? I may even trade in a mic in for a triple beam
I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell
So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell
I need no answers to these questions, cuz time will tell
Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it (Yeaaah!)

[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
It ain't my fault

[Bridge]
I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
I'm drink off in the crowd, by myself
Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay
A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time
You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind
I'm a spunge, knowledge and wisdom, my ?? off fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math

[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

. . .



[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always right, you're not my date
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I'm from city to city to shop the show
See me I been glidin' across the globe
I hustle hard to get the grib fa sho'
So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
Tell me, whats on your mind when you're alone
Have ya touchin' on yourself, girl all in the zone
Now if I told you all
What things I say would I be wrong
Well then I wouldn't be right
Matter fact I'd be on the next flight
Tryna get it on with you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot, have ya piped and hot
While the wind blow through your hair in the drop
Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex
And let me to what I do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after its all over
In the mornin' roll over and we can start over

[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always right, you're not my date
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Yeah I called just to say hope you havin' a nice day
You're special, I get into you, oops I mean I'm into you
Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you
Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie
Better yet to watch you climb into the jacuzzi
Bubbles in the bath, don in the glass
Funny how time flies when you full of laughs
Its fun but before long, a nigga gotta dash
For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash
To come quick, so I don't fuck with the stash
I know you like pumps and boots
I like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme some loot
I put a spell on you, I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom, workin' it well, I don't kiss and tell
But I don't care if you kiss and tell
You can tell your girlfriend the details

[Chorus x2- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always right, you're not my date
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)

. . .



[Intro]
Yeah
It is what it is man
Uh huh

[Verse 1]
Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack
Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
First to let off, last to run, everytime its on

[Chorus]
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

[50 Cent]
What, niggas yeah
Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
Oh yeah
That's what I thought so, pussy

[Verse 2]
niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie
nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit
Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin
What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started
Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at
Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya

[Chorus]
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

[Outro]
What?
Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
You must be out your rabbid ass mind
Fuck around and kill one of these niggas

. . .



[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo' ring ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Verse 2- The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would chane
But its stayin' the same

[Verse 3- Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bub
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a ?? in my coat
Now I'm ?? reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him an ?? and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then that'll be me on the floor

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Verse 4- Tony Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me and when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I bless
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

[Verse 5- Young Buck]
You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug that born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen awards to check bitch

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP

. . .


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