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that my blog is talking about 50cent and gunit .that's for the fans you know the big 50cent & gunit fans.thx
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Posted by 7oclock on Aug 30, 2007 12:42 AM (GMT-04:00)
what up man. sorry about the comment earlier you just never reply or write in the forum so i think your fuckin with me or somthin. so where you from dude?
Posted by 7oclock on Aug 10, 2007 1:43 AM (GMT-04:00)
hey man are you retarded or somthing???? you just set there n never reply, and then to top it off your fuckin ass writes a (.) then were suposed to know what the fuck it is that your talking about.
Posted by Gionem on Aug 8, 2007 9:27 PM (GMT-04:00)
hey u ok ?
Posted by Gionem on Aug 6, 2007 5:51 AM (GMT-04:00)
I LOVE YOU
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:57 AM (GMT-04:00)
Intro] Uhhuhhhhhh Yeah Uhhuhhhhhh Yeah [Verse 1] I'm a straight guerilla wit 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 niggas 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]
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:55 AM (GMT-04:00)
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
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:53 AM (GMT-04:00)
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
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:49 AM (GMT-04:00)
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 *****s In a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****s 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, *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women, but some *****s 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 *****s 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]
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:48 AM (GMT-04:00)
[Chorus - repeat 2x] Lil mama, show me how you move it Better yet, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake - sh-sh-shake that ass girl! [Verse] Go, go, go, 50 in the house Bounce, y'all already know what I'm about The flow sound sick over Dre drums nigga I ain't stupid, I see Doc then my doe come quicker, whoa! Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic Girl watch, I'm like bounce that ass girl I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here Front in here we'll thump in here ohh!! So gutter, so ghetto, so hood So gully, so grimey, what's good Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club wit the snub Don't start nothing, there won't be nothing, uhh! [Chorus] [Bridge] Let's party! Everybody stand up Everybody put your hands up Let's party! Everybody bounce wit me Some champagne and burn a little greenery [Verse] It's hot! Disco inferno! Let's go! You're now rocking wit a pro I get dough to flip dough, to get more fa sho' Get my drink on, then get on the dance floor Look homie I don't dance, all I do it this It's the same two step wit a lil twist Listen punk I ain't new to this, I'm true to this Pay attention boy I'll teach you how to do this shit You mix a little Goose wit a little Dom Perignon And a little Hennessy, you know we fin' to carry on I'm hollering at these shorties in the club trying to get right We gon be up in this bitch till we break daylight [Chorus] [Verse] You see me shining, lit up wit diamonds Cause I stay grindin, uh huh! Homie you can catch me swooping Bentley Coupe and switching lanes, haha! If you see me rolling, you know I'm holding I'm bout my paper, yeah! Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playing I'll embed it in your 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, okay let's go [Chorus]
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:47 AM (GMT-04:00)
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 (*edited*) 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 (*edited*) 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 (*edited*) 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 Get to lickin' and (*edited*) a lil bit
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:46 AM (GMT-04:00)
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
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:45 AM (GMT-04:00)
(Talking) You Ready? Ok let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I said do it man These Niggas is pussy you heard me? Get up nice and close Ya!! (Chours) I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he moves like that Thats my muthafucking toy soldier I tell him pop that gat He gonna pop that gat You dont want to play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fucking with my toy soldier If hes a casualty of war Trust me I got more You dont want it with my Toy Soldier [Verse1 - 50 Cent] Now listen up close and follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin run up on them buck `em I aint got no conscience, no morals or nothing They aint with us they against us we suppost to touch them Heres what to do if you see them approach me Pop that nigga I dont care if he know me Half the niggas hating on me use to be homies I don't trust them when they smile or playing cuz they phoney Everytime I come around they call the police on me Thats why the d's and the prisents know me They know about my rap shit, they know how I'll clap you Run like im in a track meet, swift with the mac B Can see the envy in there eyes for sure man(mann) Mad as a muthafucka that im holdin(holdinnn) See me in the back of the phantom(rollinnn) Quick to make examples out of niggas for sure man(mann) Hold me down... (Chours) I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he moves like that Thats my muthafucking toy soldier I tell him pop that gat He gonna pop that gat You dont want to play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fucking with my toy soldier If hes a casualty of war Trust me I got more You dont want it with my Toy Soldier [Verse2 - 50 Cent] Shoot, stab, kill muthafucka You aint bout it, I dont want you around cocksucka Every word out my mouth is felt That Uz I pop, dem hollows so hot your ass will melt Barber razor in the club, stunt, ill give ya a shape up Have your ass stitch, gauged, your head all taped up Niggas know how I get down See they know when im around (ha ha) My soldiers around And if some shit goes down And a nigga get laid down Its no suprise cause niggas know how we get down Black tints on the tested Rosta Hammer out the hosta Gat in my lap incase you gotta get clapped You monkey niggas went to my hood We on that guerilla shit You clap off and miss We come back and start killing shit Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla shit We organized, disciplined plus we militant (Chours) I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he moves like that Thats my muthafucking toy soldier I tell him pop that gat He gonna pop that gat You dont want to play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fucking with my toy soldier If hes a casualty of war Trust me I got more You dont want it with my Toy Soldier (Bridge - Yayo Screwed & Chopped) Through the window Into a mans soul ... Fill you with holes Listen homes.... im the man for the job ...we aint playing (50 Cent ) : Yayo! ( Tony Yayo) - Come on! [Verse3 - Tony Yayo) Im in the coupe or phantom and the body kitted Waves in my hair looking like Tsunami hit it Niggas scheme.. the infared beam on the mac I put green on your head like a Oakland A's Hat My boy was a douljah, now hes a soldier My little son Dula, Lettin off the Ruger In the whip mashed up looking for his enemies Riding and gased up off double d batteries Tonights casualties is hooked to them Iv's (50 Give me the word) Thats when I Squeeze (Ya!) Clik Clack take that Fall Back Its a contract 50 grand Im 50's Man (Chours) I put that battery in his back Im the reason he moves like that Thats my muthafucking toy soldier I tell him pop that gat He gonna pop that gat You dont want to play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fucking with my toy soldier If hes a casualty of war Tru
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:44 AM (GMT-04:00)
[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
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:42 AM (GMT-04:00)
( Yea uh huh I like the way that feel ) [Hook] I built you up , what If eva I fall down n' I need you to pick me up Promise me you b around hold me down I build you up [Verse 1] Listen if you let me, I'll b the reason you shine It's a secret, I want the world to know dat you mine But on sum real shit, communications could b betta So I'm writin this song instead of a love Letter. They gon play it on da radio a hundred times a day I figure, when you hear it, you gon stop n think of me I wanna get to know you, and b the reason you Smile Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get Down When times are tough, tell me dat I'm special Not rap, I mean me, dat I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girls best friend Press yo stones, could you put me befo' them If so, I'll see to it dat they'll always around Nothin but da best, now how does dat sound If I drop a jewl when we talk, you can keep it Girl you on my mind all da time, dat's a secret shhhh [Chorus] Baby I build you up Girl I, every show, have you by my side Girl I bulid you up Girl I need to know fa sho, you mine (2x) [Verse 2] When I think about you thinkin dat you feel da same way Was it juss my 'magination, to get runnin away If you ready to ride, girl come on, lets roll G5, how I fly, 'ma lets go It was hard to measure da pleasure of havin you in my presents Yo smile makes me smile, I show you my style We can shop a lil bit, I'll pick out sum shit One pair at a time, till yo shoe game sick Now who knows, what the future holds We be together prolly, fo betta or for worse Like Whitney and Bobby If you wanna play house, we can play house then But wait.. why pretend when you come in (wet) ? Befo I'll b yo buddy in bed, lemme b yo best friend Girl it's mo' then lust, I want yo trust You keep it reel wit me, I keep it reel witchu Cuz I know witchu by my side, there's nothin I can't do [Chorus] Baby I build you up Girl I, every show, have you by my side Girl I bulid you up Girl I need to know fa sho, you mine When you up when you down If you smile, if you frown I'll b witchu baby La La La.................. (2x)
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:41 AM (GMT-04:00)
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
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:40 AM (GMT-04:00)
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]
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:39 AM (GMT-04:00)
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
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:28 AM (GMT-04:00)
Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh.. Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin good in the hood I'd run away from this b!tch and never come back if I could [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.) (And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me) [The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I'd carry the heat for ya First mixtape song, I'd inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for 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 Fo' I creep and turn your projects into Columbine And I'm Raps MVP Don't make me remind y'all what happened in DC 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 could vouch, when the dotch was out Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth? [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Lloyd Banks) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.) (And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me) [50 Cent] From the beginnin to the 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 change, its staying the same [Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is with you? When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walking with the snub Cause niggas do alot of slip talking in the club Til they coughin on the rug I ain't ever had much but a walkman and a bud My role model is gone, snortin up his drug I've had enough, they want me to choke My boy just got poked in the throat Now its an R.I.P. shirt and my coat Now I'm seeing, reminiscin All of my weed here, never listen If I see him, then I'mma lift him And maybe I oughta even the score But if not, It'll be me on the floor [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.) (And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me) [Tony Yayo] I started out at 15 scared as hell I took 30 off a pack and I made them sales As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that Lou Deuce Deuce and my Triple Phat Goose Sippin Easy Jesus, Rocking the Leases Mama whip me when she find my pieces I look back on life and think God I'm blessed We the best on the planet so forget the rest [Young Buck] You know I'm still nice with my cook game Look mayne, It's a hood thang Thats why I'm loved in Brooklayne I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time, Homie I'm still all good Let me show you what a thug bout born to die I take the bullets out of 50, put em in my 4-5 And I ain't even got my feet wet yet A seven-figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Young Buck) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.) (And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:20 AM (GMT-04:00)
50 Cent] Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit yeah.. [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love (Except loyalty and love, between thugs) For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip (For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kid) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass (For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight 'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate) Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?) 'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies How could you not love a Thug like me? [Chorus] Would you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] (Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack I'm the clip, you the gat I'm the glock, you the mac I'm the artist, you the trap I'm a pen, you the pad I'm the Dutch, you the bag I'm the knife, you the stab I'm the driver, you the Jag) I'm the ice, you the bezel I'm grimy, you ghetto I'm the bow, you the arrow I'm the shell, you the barrel I'm a pimp, you a player I'm dope, you the hustler I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow When you grind, it's Showtime at the Apollo Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand You want sixteen bars, in song format Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:18 AM (GMT-04:00)
[50 Cent] Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-UNIT! [Lloyd Banks] This rap shit plays a major part of my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin' Swimmin' in barrels of money Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy It's funny, niggaz rather see you sufferin' and hungry I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) I'm wide awake but it still feels like I'm dreamin' Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen The physical presence of a female, form of a demon That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' 'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'? You trippin', more records could get my ass in position Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through Mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen With probable cause, Papa was in and out of prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards [Tony Yayo] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?) Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Niggaz hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you "Chi Chi, get the llello" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail "Chi Chi, get the llello" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggaz, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble I'll make your money double Cook me in baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards You tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third [50 Cent] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you The shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin' Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon) Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin' I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my contestants As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain" Belagio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga you see me! I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good or 'cause niggaz feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back 'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat You pussy Yeah, explain it to niggaz in your hood nigga They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga Niggaz know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit Pussy, lets get it poppin' G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit
Posted by houria on Aug 3, 2007 12:16 AM (GMT-04:00)
Chorus: Brooklyn] I still be riding through the 'hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should [50 Cent] I'm hot boy, I told you before Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up In The 'hood, empty niggaz locked up, they rats all knocked up Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy Niggaz'll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady Got a pet bulldog, I keep under my linen It don't bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin' We winnin' [Chorus] [50 Cent] Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims God damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood A few times, niggaz try to blast me in the 'hood Fuck it's all good Catch me in the coupe - on the lean Wit' needles and samples and diesels for the fiends The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind Plus niggaz like to stun, so I stay wit' my nine I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth Talkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house Now homie, you better get to know me better Before you be leakin' pints of blood into Iceberg sweater When the tails come flyin' up out the beretta You gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say "Man I knew better" Look dogg, I don't play that shit I pull that thing out I'ma spray that shit That how I get down [Brooklyn] Brooklyn she's so sick in the hood Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood Cause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood That's what you get for talkin' all that shit in the hood Yeah I'm still a minor, remember this Everything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya Brooklyn to Compton it's all good Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood [Chorus] - repeat 2X
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 9:16 PM (GMT-04:00)
G-Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don't care (What, what, what) It's going down (What) 'Cause I'm around (What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus: repeat 2X] What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Verse 1] They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what) [Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)] [Bridge] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around [Verse 2] I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas [Chorus (2x)] [Bridge (4x)]
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 9:15 PM (GMT-04:00)
[50 Cent talkin'] Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right? I owe you for this one [Chorus] Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on It feels like my flowz been hot for so long If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Finishin in my head, like a baby born dead destination heaven, sit and politic with passengars from nine eleven The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined shit I aint even gotta try to shine God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook 50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source of polley When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops does that make me bitta? I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta? In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend [Chorus X2] [Eminem - Hook (heart monitor beeps)] Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm. Just lay on the table they operatin to save you itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above [Eminem - Verse 2 (heart monitor stopz)] They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it, shit basically they just playin sick, they aint shit They aint sayin shit.. spray'em Fifty A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me and turn this day into fuckin mayhem you stayin wit me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu You get the message am I gettin through to you? You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz dont even know do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot The Jugganautz of this rap shit like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot You put your life in this - nothin like survivin the shot Y'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot Shit what you know about death threats, cuz I get alot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower theres nothin spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty [Chorus X2] Its the gansta ya'll when the shots go off Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty See a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown off Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my name [50 Cent - Verse 3] You shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass house and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth cuz I'll break your face, have your ass runnin mumblin to the Jake, you goin against me dawg you makin a mistake Ill split you have you lookin like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippers Im the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper the way I turn the money over you should call me flipper Your bitch, a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked her, I feed her fast food, you keepin her icy Im down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94': "We dont love them hoez" I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich see the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the six niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez. [Chorus X2] (50 Cent) Its fifty
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 9:13 PM (GMT-04:00)
Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a motherfucker [50 Cent] Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent] Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me 'Cause I'll come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 9:10 PM (GMT-04:00)
In Da Club Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday! [Chorus] (2x) You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed [Verse] When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change, hoe's down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut hey nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend willin to get bi and they ready to go [Chorus] (2x) [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga I done came up and I ain't changed [Verse] And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my joint get to pumpin in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside they wit a bottle of bub They know where we fuckin be [Chorus] (2x) [Talking] (laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga G-Unit Shady/Aftermath
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 9:08 PM (GMT-04:00)
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit [Verse 1] Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell'em HOLD up, You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo Hiiigh as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef Man you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now if you heard I done started some shit It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I- twist that la, la, la, la I get high as I wanna nigga Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!" There's no competition, it's just me, 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines You don't want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money I ain't hurting,I'm aight, nigga I'm doing good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood [Chorus] G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 9:06 PM (GMT-04:00)
bridge If there's beef, cock it and dump it The drama really means nothin' To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out) There's no time to cock it No way you could stop it When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you... corus I ain't playing' Hear what im sayin' Homie i aint playin' Catch you slippin' imma kill you I ain't playin' Hear what im sayin' Homie i ain't playin' Verse 1 Keep thinkin' im candy 'Til your fuckin' skull get popped And your brain pop out the top, like Jack-in-the-box(yeh!) In the hood, summer time is the killin' season Is hot out this bitch, that's a good enough reason(whoo!) I see gangstas get religious when they start bleedin' Sayin' "Lord Jesus help me!" Cuz they ass leavin' When that window roll down and that AK come out You could squeeze your little hand-gun 'til u run out And you could run for your back-up The machine-gun shells gon' tear your back up God's on your side, shit im aight with that Cuz we gon' reload them clips and come on right back It's a fact homie You go against me you fucked! I hit the drop if you could duck yourluckier then lady luck Look nigga Don't make me say cuz you moved out the hood Cuz your moma still around dawg and that ain't good If you get smart you be shookin' me Cuz I get tired of lookin' for you, spray your moma crib and let your ass look for me bridge If there's beef, cock it and dump it The drama really means nothin' To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out) There's no time to cock it No way you could stop it When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you... corus I ain't playing' Hear what im sayin' Homie i aint playin' Catch you slippin' imma kill you I ain't playin' Hear what im sayin' Homie i ain't playin' Verse 2 My heart bleeds for you nigga I can't wait to get to you Behind the twinkle in your eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk Cuz they'll be no white flags, and no peace talk I got my back against the wind I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out If I die today i'm happy how my life turned out See the shoot outs i done been in them by myself Locked up I was in a box, by myself Ida made myself a millionaire, by myself Now shit changed muthafucka, i can hire some help Ida heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But you shoot a friend and get shot at, it won't do you no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive, your bones still fuckin' hurt when it rains Oh you a pro at playin' battle-ship, well this ain't the same Lil' homie this a whole different type of role game See the losers end up in shackels and muthafuckin' chains Or laid out in the street, leakin' out they brains bridge If there's beef, cock it and dump it The drama really means nothin' To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out) There's no time to cock it No way you could stop it When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you... corus I ain't playing' Hear what im sayin' Homie i aint playin' Catch you slippin' imma kill you I ain't playin' Hear what im sayin' Homie i ain't playin' Verse 3 After the fist-fight is gun fire boy you get the best of me If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin' me All the wrong i've done the Lord still keeps on blessin' me Fill the wrong wrap cuz Dr.Dre got the recipe(recipe) Yeh...haha Ay Dre! You got me feelin' real bullet proof up in this muthafucka Cuz the windows on my muthafuckin' Benz is bullet proof nigga Cuz my muthafuckin' vest is bullet proof nigga Cuz my muthaf
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 9:03 PM (GMT-04:00)
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want? Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sittin on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)] I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO' 20 inch rims sittin low-pros Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO,OH NO IM LOCO Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good? I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features I am whut I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it Fuck it [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:59 PM (GMT-04:00)
[50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [Verse 1(50 Cent)] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't fuckin' playin' I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain Fo' I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn) See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out) Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out) Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique man (clique man) When witnesses around, they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn) My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that) I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at) [Chorus] x2 I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though [Verse 2(Young Buck)] I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida') I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya) When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya) Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's You better stay in line bro' (in line bro') Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (fire bro') Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for (that iron for) I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us) And I admit it, I live it I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa' [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3(50 Cent)] My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin' And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey) They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me) When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn) If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn) But if you get away and come back another day My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn) Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn) Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn) Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn) [Chorus 2x]
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:56 PM (GMT-04:00)
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!) Ha ha... [Chorus: 50 Cent] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol G You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his Knight to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful cuz to me you're a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy... [Chorus] "The rap game is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud South Side Till I die thats just how I gets downI'm back in the game shawty, to Rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubtichi Tie Crack child Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayne" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain't tellin anyone you pussy I ain't gon tell nobody you gettin extorted It ain't over.... (G-UNIT) I've been patiently waitin to blowwwwwwww Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you feel for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't goin nowhere, I done told you nigga Im a G-Unit muthafuckin soulja nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT) oh no he didnt say anything about ja okay ja is MY boo okay Jeffery Atkinsss aint neva hurt nobody an' yall know! big thangs come in small packages! Hollaaa! Now everything was cool, until 50 Cent came back in to da picture. they better not put they hands on jeffry cuz first of all...they do NOT know that I am a twelve degree pink belt okay I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery okay cuz see thay dont know me! Delicious, do they know me? okay I thought so, cuz you know I know karate and I will see him and I will Jet Li his ass *!Whituuuuuuuu Whua!*
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:55 PM (GMT-04:00)
I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P [Repeat] [Verse 1] Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH [Chorus] [Verse 3] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK [Chorus] Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:53 PM (GMT-04:00)
(feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit)) [50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I'll show you how Wanna get rich I'll show you how On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe The original don dada nobody bomb harda Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot The hoodrats they say "He so crazy" The snitches they say "He tried to spray me" That's what you get for tryin to play me The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY No matter how you try you can't stop it I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit "50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product [Chorus: 50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how [50 Cent] The birds they say I got a way with words I be like "baby girl I like them curves" If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve I'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure I make hits about what I do in my leisure G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin We family baby, kissin cousins Now look what the riff raff done drug in For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)] Em said you gone like my style Dre said you gone like my style I said you gone like my style (Uh huh) You gone like how I break it down [Tony Yayo] You're not really, really ready (ready) The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY! You're not really, really ready (ready) My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin You're not really, really ready (ready) Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin You're not really, really ready (ready) You think ya ready, ya not (ya not) Really really ready (ready)
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:52 PM (GMT-04:00)
[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing bitch get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty its only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick That's why these niggaz is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my shit See I'm alive man I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me I'ma blaze it in My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in [Chorus] x2 I was a poor nigga Now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga [Verse 2] New York niggaz, copy niggaz like it's all good Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front I go and pop the trunk, come back, pullout I'm dump (yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, be sure to split ya up I lay you down, them coroner will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat I can't go commercial, they love me in the street I'm real dirty man, the hood love me man Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen [Chorus] x2 I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game But she don't know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work man [Chorus] x2
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:51 PM (GMT-04:00)
feat. Nate Dogg) [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch suns in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!) Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving? Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only human girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... Could you love me in a bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us Could you love me in the bedroom? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Eminem) [50 Cent] I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading,'cause I know where I've been Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing I come up with something Come through your strip, fronting, stunting It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning Haters hate that I'm winnning Man I've been hot from the beginning Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot No I aint stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy [Lloyd Banks] I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry To young to understand, the consequences of man Living a lie, I gotta get that money I'll be damned if If I'm bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'Cause they fronting 20 years Of watching my mama's tears Got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it These niggas don't want me balling, they want me bury Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry Laying with bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer 'Cause I'mma stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gon' call my number Under, my chest is a heart of a lion I ain't lieing , bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a giant I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion End of discussion My blood is colder, so I'm bolder And it's either soda Hood on my my shoulder Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy [Eminem] These are my ideas This is my sweat and tears This is shit that I solved with my balls, my ears This is me who's gotta be What you see on TV What you hear on CD What appears easy Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies Fronting like it's all fun and games Till they shoot 'em up bang Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying I bully my way in this game, man I'm done playing Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing I'mma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers There's no way I'mma back down, like a goddamn coward I can't, how would I look as man bowing to his knees Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at 'em, please Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall, I try to show you art Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start Showing you fucken old farts a whole other side I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with Some fucken marshmellow, little soft yellow Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don'
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:50 PM (GMT-04:00)
[Hook] I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends Been to ICU once I ain't going again First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees An get guns away in the hood like government cheese Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars So I switch up whips to stay off the radar I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done An make it wet niggaz if you round me son [Hook] I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down Then sprayed I played Dami me get the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call ?50 waddup? U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do' Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib Man social service finis' come an take dem kids [Hook] I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can I change the courage the change the things I can, but wisdom know the difference But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat Thas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case act Man I might talk to you while we up in the Benz But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies See it might be his, an it might be yours Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours You got to tell me, you feelin this shit Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit [Hook] I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:47 PM (GMT-04:00)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD [Verse 1] Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it My songs belong in the Bible with King David I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son *click* *click* you heard that? That mean RUN Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while we starve, it's my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn Won't learn [Chorus 2X] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse 2] Moma said.. Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors 32 carrots in the traws, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me I'M THE ONE [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse 3] See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain't eligable for that I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines You know them little pieces, with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me Haha [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me *Ad-libing to the end*
Posted by houria on Aug 2, 2007 8:46 PM (GMT-04:00)
Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay Cuz I don't like y'all anyway ...And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Wutup homie For bitches who don't know me ...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown Coke price go up, cats is come down The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me OG's look at me and see what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit The thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! [I don't believe you!] Murder! [Fuck around and leave you!] Murder! [I don't believe you!] Murder, murder! [Your life's on the line!] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me Make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em" Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son [Hook] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck wit a crash bar And TV's in the dash, pa See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playin, you get killed like that Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you see me nigga, one [One] [Hook] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six