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Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin cold Thats how we already know, winters here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt Thats just all he know, he dont know nothin else I tried to show em, yeah I tried to show em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Goin on you with the pick and roll Young La Flame, he in sicko mode Made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, thats Nike boys, hoppin out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now its 4 AM and Im back up poppin with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin fruits And they chokin, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Some-Some-Some-Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak Yeah, this shit way too formal, yall know I dont follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls aint got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, Hop in, you comin too In the 305, bitches treat me like Im Uncle Luke Had to slop the top off, its just a roof, uh She said, Where we goin? I said, The moon We aint even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, its just the pool Now I got her open, its just the Goose Who put this shit together? Im the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue Someone said Play-Playin for keeps Someone said, mother, someone said Dont play us for weak Yeah! Astro, yeah, yeah Ayy, ayy Shes in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block Made a right Cut the lights , paid the price Niggas think its sweet , its on sight Nothin nice , baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ , checks over stripes Thats what I like , thats what we like Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like Im Sheck See the shots that I took , wet like Im Book Wet like Im Lizzie I be spinnin Valley, circle blocks til Im dizzy Like where is he? No one seen him Im tryna clean em Shes in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land Had me out like a light Like a light Like a light Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly Sendin texts, aint sendin kites, yeah He said, Keep that on lock I say, You know this shit, its stife, yeah Its absolute, yeah , Im back, reboot LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah We back on the road, they jumpin off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she workin on her glutes, yeah Aint by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah Bout a check, yeah , just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, Ima show her what it took Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook Yeah
Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, its your birthday We gon party like its your birthday And we gon sip Bacardi like its your birthday And you know we dont give a fuck, its not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll twenty deep, its twenty nines 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 Look homie, aint nothin changed: hoes down, Gs up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! If you watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I dont walk with a limp In the hood in L.A. they sayin, 50, you hot They like me, I want em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, the niggasll tell you Im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold Im fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil out the deal and Im still on the grind Now Shorty said she feelin my style, she feelin my flow Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I aint changed And you should love it way more than you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that youd be happy I made it Im that cat by the bar toastin to the good life You that faggot-ass nigga tryin to pull me back, right? When my joint get to pumpin in the club, its on I wink my eye at yo bitch, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talkin about money, homie, I aint concerned Ima tell you what Banks told me: Cuz, go head, switch the style up If niggas hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub They know where we fuckin be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin drugs Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed Dont try to act like you dont know where we be neither, nigga We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga G-Unit
New York City You are now rappin With 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist the lah Catch stunts 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 dont want to see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask And I hope you can come up with the answers, babe Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didnt 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 hooptie 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 get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive Im askin questions to find out how you feel inside If I aint rap ‘cause I flip burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends youre feelin me? In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we could have a little drink, you know, a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one Im lovin? Are you mad ‘cause Im askin you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? ‘Cause if so, girl, you a blessing Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? Im starin at you, tryna figure how you got in them jeans If I was down, would you say things to make me smile? Ill 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 wasnt me Would you believe me? or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if thats all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes To make it up, Ill do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style, I say anything to make you smile Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, its easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? Ill ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? Ill ask 21 questions and they all about us
Man, we gotta go get somethin to eat Man, Im hungry as a motherfucker Ayo man, damn Whats takin homie so long, son? 50, calm down, he coming Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?! Ah, son, pull off, pull off Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I cant see Im tryin to be what Im destined to be And niggas tryin to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin with me My back on the wall, now you gon see Better watch how you talk when you talk about me ‘Cause Ill come and take your life away Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now man, these pussy niggas puttin money on my head Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I aint dead Im the diamond in the dirt that aint been found Im the underground king, and I aint been crowned When I rhyme, somethin special happened every time Im the greatest, somethin like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles Ive 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 aint over Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont 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 pon me Sunny days wouldnt be special if it wasnt for rain Joy wouldnt feel so good if it wasnt for pain Death gotta be easy, ‘cause life is hard Itll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This is for my niggas on the block twistin trees in cigars For the niggas on lock doin life behind bars I dont say Only God can judge me, ‘cause I see things clear Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years Im 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 pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont 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 pon me Every night I talk to God, but he dont say nothin back I know he protectin me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin TECs on me Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me The feds didnt know much when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked I aint gon spell it out for you mufuckas all the time Are you illiterate, nigga? You cant read between the lines? In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now its clear that Im here for a real reason ‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he aint fuckin breathin Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont 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 pon me
Young Chop on the beat I cant spell sober Im a smoker, Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water Sober, my bitches stay sober Sober Damn, I hate bein sober I hate bein sober Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober On my tour bus we get dumb high, you’s a floor boy Fredo got a hangover he toting a Cobra Last night he was shooting shit up like O-Dog Reesy rollin, Tadoe got hoes on mollies Chief Sosa, Ballout, we high ridin ‘Raris My bitches love drinking, some love smoking Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dutch, she start choking Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober We got 100 pounds of this shit My stash house with them bricks My pockets filled with them stacks My bitch be gone off a flat She a hot tamale when she pop a molly Its time to party, we party hard Drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it We high for sure I came in back of that Rolls Nigga I ain’t stuntin them hoes I trick a bitch to suck dick Trick, what you spend on her, we spend on clothes Too young for me she want Sosa Shooters in the Range Rover Thats GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin bitch its over See my ring chain and my Rolex when I’m flexin Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line I check em See this gangstas shit done to perfection Nigga better, believe me, I make it look easy Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober My weed so strong, my cheese so long Roll so many joints soon I might need a lung Spend so many grands that I might need some bands Thats your bitch, why she acting like she need a man? I’m faded , talking mills cause I made it Talking pounds cause I smoke it Talking game cause I played it I’m wasted , Rose thats my favorite OG kush, you can taste it Buying Cris by the cases I hate being sober Dont smell no one smoking Me and my niggas gon roll up Believe they gon fire on you You think you could roll up You smoke by the ounce Well, bitch, I smoke by the pound ‘cause Damn I hate bein sober , I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker , Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober
Yeah, lets take em back Uh-huh Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl Confusion occurs coming up in the cold world Daddy aint around, probably out committing felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, Check, check out my melody I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nana told me if I passed Id get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs Id get the hat, now thatd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike Different day, same shit, aint nothing good in the hood Id run away from this bitch and never come back if I could Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me On the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires Ill fo-five em, kill a nigga on my song And really do it, thats the true meaning of a ghostwriter 10 Gs will take your daughter out her Air Forces Believe in me, homie, I know all about losses Im from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious One phone callll have your body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys Thats 10 years, I told Pooh in 95 Ill kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s Told Banks when I met him Ima ride And if I gotta die, Id rather homicide I aint have 50 cent when my grandmama died Now Im going back to Cali With my Jacob on, see how time fly? Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me From the beginning to the end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we aint got to pretend The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench Now Im fuckin with 5-0, its all starting to make sense My moms happy, she aint gotta pay the rent And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz Waiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the Range Thinking how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes When theres kids starvin Pac is gone and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage I wanna know whats going on like I hear Marvin No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins Whenever Im in the booth and I get exhausted I think, What if Marie Baker got that abortion? I love you, ma Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop Go head envy me, Im raps M.V.P And I aint going nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hey Em, you know youre my favorite white boy, right? I owe you for this one I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong Im innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 The Lords blessings leave me lyrically inclined Shit, I aint even got to try to shine Gods the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook 50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand, writin lines knowin The Source will quote it When I die, theyll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white mans world, Im similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today, my phonell stop ringin again These industry niggas aint friends, they know how to pretend I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong Youve been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm As you lay on the table, they operatin to save you Its like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy, lets face it, shit, basically Theyre just playin sick, they aint shit, they aint sayin shit—spray em, 50 A to the K, get in the way, Ill bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin with me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryna confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I gettin through to you? You know whats comin? You motherfuckers dont even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts to this rap shit, like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot You put your life in this, nothin like survivin a shot Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit, what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot 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 , its nuclear showers Theres nothin spookier, youre now about to witness the power of fuckin 50 I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong If the gun squad hearin all the shots go off Its 50, they say its 50 See a nigga laid out with his fuckin top blown off Its 50—man, that wasnt 50, dont holla my name You know you shouldnt throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth Cause Ill break your face Have your ass runnin, mumblin to the jake You goin against me, dawg, youre makin a mistake Ill split ya, leave you lookin like the Michael Jackson 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 and feed her fast food, you keepin her icey Im down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94, We dont love them hoes I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the 6 Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, motherfucker I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong
My, yeah, yeah, mmm My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah Yeah, 03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick Now when you hear em it may sound like its some other shit ‘Cause Im not writin anymore, they not makin hits Im far from perfect, theres so many lessons I done learned If moneys evil, look at all the evil I done earned Im doin what Im supposed to Im a writer, Im a fighter, entrepreneur Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—whats it to ya? The track I lace it, its better than basic This is my recovery, my comeback, kid My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah While you were sippin your own Kool-Aid gettin your buzz heavy I was in the fuckin shed, sharpenin my machete Sippin on some of that revenge juice, gettin my taste buds ready To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even? I think you fuckin meatballs keep on just forgettin Thought he was finished, motherfucker, its only the beginnin Hes buggin again, hes straight thuggin, fuck who hes offendin! Hell rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the Motherfuckin wall with 3000 volts of electricity Now take the other end of em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fuckin see Thatll teach you to go voicin your cocksuckin opinion to me I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin Up! You’re gonna end up regrettin you ever betted against me Feels like Ima snap any minute Yeah, its happenin again And Im thinkin about just sayin, Motherfuck everybody thats up in this bitch but 50! ‘Cause this is all I know This is why so hard I go I swear to God I put my heart and soul In this more than anybody knows Im trapped, so all I do is rap But every time I rap Im more trapped And I rap myself right to this bubble Oh I guess its bubble wrap Its like a vicious cycle, my lifes in a crisis Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did? Feels like Im goin psycho again And I might just blow my lid Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid ‘Cause Im runnin in circles with— My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah I havent been this fuckin confused since I was a kid Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did Maybe this is for me, maybe Maybe Im supposed to go crazy Maybe Ill do it 3 a.m. in the morning like Shady Psycho killer, Michael Myers Im on fire like a lighter Try to say this aint classic, get yo ass kicked mad quick Wrap your head up in plastic Pussy, now pick the casket Dirt nap with the maggots, its tragic Its sad, its never gonna end Now we number one again With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin thing livin My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah
I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Now, Shorty, she in the club, she dancin for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her, cause they want her 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 sayin they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin 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 Im from New York I aint that nigga tryna holla cause I want some head Im that nigga tryna 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 cant see You fuckin with me, you fuckin with a P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Im bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin with me, Im a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, Im 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 some TV From the backseat of my V, Im 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, Im the one you should call Ill 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 aint bout shit Im your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a ho til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes Im shoppin for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper Man, this ho, you can have her, when Im done I aint gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know This aint no secret, you aint gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose on me, Ill have you strippin in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your ho out of pocket, Ill put a charge on a bitch Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six Ho, make a pimp rich, I aint payin, bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Yeah, in Hollywood they say, Theres no bness like show bness In the hood they say, Theres no bness like ho bness, you know? They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster I aint got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch Ha-ha-ha, yeah
Yeah, I was born a misfit Grew up 10 miles from the town of Ipswich Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick Stick to singing, stop rappin like its Christmas And if youre talkin money, then my conversations shiftin My dreams are bigger than just bein on the rich list Might be insanity, but people call it gifted My face is goin numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with Watch how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick Im a private guy and you know nothin bout my business And if I had my 15 minutes, I must have missed em 20 years old is when I came in the game And now its eight years on and you remember the name And if you thought I was good, well, then Im better today But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great I like my shows open-air, Tokyo to Delaware Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked You know I want way more than I already got Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent in the club You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy I can still remember tryna shop a deal From Taco Bell to TRL I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until As fate would have it , became an addict Funny cause I had pop appeal But they said time would tell if Id prevail And all I did was put nine-inch nails In my eyelids now Im seein diamond sales like Im in Zales Without a doubt, by any means If rap was skinny jeans, I couldnt do anything in em Id be splitting seams of denim when Im spitting schemes Which really means, no if, ands, or buts are squeezin in between You sleep on me cause youre only fuckin with me in your dreams Not even when Im on my deathbed Man, I feel like Ed, it isnt time to drop the mic yet So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when Im dead Just popped in my head I said it, then forgot what I said It isnt my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy Aint nobody cold as me, I dress so fresh, so clean You can find me in my whip, rockin my Fendi drip Man, you know just what I mean Shinin, wrist with the rocks on it, Buscemis with locks on it Everything my voice on, this shit knock, dont it? Balenciaga saga, Im in Bergdorf ballin Its just another episode, my hoes, I spoil em She like the fly shit and I like to buy shit Shit, Im gettin stupid money, what else we gon do with money? Bitch, we be ballin out, the king bring you 50 bottles Tonight, we gon blow a check, worry bout your shit tomorrow The turn up be so real, we bout to be super lit Boy, Im kickin straight facts, thats just how we do this shit Tomorrow, we hangin over til we start feelin sober Then its time to start it over, here we go again You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid And its about time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy
Yeah, uh-huh So seductive Ill take you to the candy shop Ill let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, dont you stop Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? Ill have you spendin all you got Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa You could have it your way, how do you want it? You gon back that thing up or should I push up on it? Temperature risin, okay, lets go to the next level Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle Ill break it down for you now, baby, its simple If you be a nympho, I be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, its whatever you into Got the magic stick, Im the love doctor Have your friends teasin you bout how sprung I got you Wanna show me you could work it, baby? No problem Get on top, then get to bounce around like a low rider Im a seasoned vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick Im tryin to explain, baby, the best way I can Ill melt in your mouth, girl, not in your hand Ill take you to the candy shop Ill let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, dont you stop Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? Ill have you spendin all you got Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Girl, what we do And where we do The things we do Are just between me and you, yeah Give it to me, baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo You aint never heard a sound like this before Cause I aint never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door She get to pullin on my zipper Its like its a race, who can get undressed quicker Isnt it ironic, how erotic it is to watch her in thongs? Had me thinkin bout that ass after Im gone I touched the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she whine Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind Long as she aint stoppin, homie, and I aint stoppin Drippin wet with sweat, man, its on and poppin All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, its on And we gon sip til every bubble in every bottle is gone Ill take you to the candy shop Ill let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, dont you stop Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? Ill have you spendin all you got Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Ill let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, dont you stop Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa Ill take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? Ill have you spendin all you got Keep goin until you hit the spot, whoa
Look Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Look Its Pop Smoke, niggas know me Keep two fours like Im Kobe Is you ridin or you hidin? If you slidin, then you owe me Run up, catch cold feet Niggas act tough then call police I dont make friends, yeah, I make bands Want some Ray-Bans cause Im a OG This AR be my trophy Shoot first, nigga, shoot back 09, niggas woo back Nigga automatic when the woo clap Shoot first, nigga, shoot back 09, niggas woo back Nigga automatic when the woo clap Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Fifty shots up in this Glock, I wont let up XD, niggas totin Berettas Shoot first and do yourself a favor Report like Im Craig Sager Back out, niggas aint with the bluffin Dread Woo, a nigga shoot you for nothin Ten toes on your block like Im Drummond SKll have a Blixky runnin Its that nigga from the Floss, your bitch right back And I dont politic cause niggas aint like that I drop a slip or two and get a light pack And I dont care if you losin, still fight back Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Mercy on me
She want a Woo nigga She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I told her, Ooh-woo-woo Shawty wanna fuck me inside of the coupe I can take you out everywhere, fuck a jet fare Versace hotel with Versace robe, woah, woah Like you when you let down your hair with no comb And I stay to myself cause I never liked these hoes And she only liked the guap, red light these hoes Why would I waste my time on a shorty that dont got me on the front of her mind? Especially when you get designer and I wine and dine And the Bentley came with the wings like a number nine, yeah Come through, just us two I like you cause you cut how Im cut too Come through, just us two I like you cause you cut how Im cut too She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Thats my kind of bitch, she be sayin some shit Like, When you gon fly me in private, so I can land on that dick? She said, Tricks is for kids, she dont fall for the tricks She can handle her own, she just want some dick Got that big Birkin bag worth five, six figures You might be out your league, can you buy that, nigga? I pull up on her top gone on the Dawn, Im the don You can fuck around, if you want, if you want Out in Bali, big swing, big dress Big ass, make her squirt and make a big mess Before we done, she ask Where we gon do it next? Next, so wet it fucked up the seats in the jet She like all that gangsta shit Top down, ridin round with the blick Who you with? Woo She like all that gangsta shit I said, She like all that gangsta shit She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Let me take you to the candy shop Show you all I got I put diamonds on your chain To match your diamond ring Im 092, nigga, Woo Hate it or love it , its me and you Lets turn nothin into something She said she love Woo niggas Them niggas who gon pull triggers I was fine when I met you Then I sexed you Then I left you Cause your pussy feel the same And I dont got time to waste She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I came in the world cryin and fussin Nigga, we aint have nothin Every ghetto I know the same We trying to make a little change Preacher man come around talkin I dont wanna hear it, keep walkin Ima put the powder in the pot Whip it till Im pullin off a lot Imagine when I pull it off the lot New shit come without a top Once Im on I aint never gon stop Bitch, Im on, I aint never gon stop Im the man, Im the man, Im the man Im the man, Im the man, Im the man Aye, came in the game gettin money Flippin chickens, whip it, gettin money Niggas get to playin with the money Clique bang for the money Shit changed over money They love to see a nigga on the bottom Catch it coming, gotta keep it on the low A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole Wanna break the bitch down into 36 Os Looky here, bitch, Im A-okay Shorty wanna fuck with me Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga Lady, she gon hit my line We aint gon waste no time She sucking and we fucking like she need me While she make a bankroll easy All the light in the room from the T.V We gettin it on then Im gone Its the type of shit that a nigga be on Too much on my mind right now Im on the grind right now Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my nine right now Bitch, Ill blow your mind right now I aint fucking around right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Im a bonafide grade A hustler A1, day 1, they cant touch us Nigga like me, I be with the shit Try and stick me Ima get you hit Yeah, you know just how I get down Bad bitches around, they smoking and they drinking And Im thinking it can all work out Seen your bitch back blown out Its never nothing personal, believe me I fuck around, your bitch dont wanna leave me She talking bout takin flights tonight when Im out of town Not around, she want me to fly in to put it down Its nothing to a real nigga, had that ass flying in first class Cause you seem to be regular, she dont want nothing regular Turn me on when she talk Spanish, that fat ass You know I wanna get with it, so lady lets get it Too much on my mind right now Im on the grind right now Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my nine right now Bitch, Ill blow your mind right now I aint fucking around right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man you know Im the man
Yeah, uh-huh They dont do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins Im round the bullshit like a matador I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That pussy make a weak nigga break down So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from I’m a Southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine You be that next nigga coroners come outline You ain’t made of what I’m made of You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! Visualize everything I needed and dream Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme Guns in your video get you locked in a bing Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up Charity work, parking tickets and no charges Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick Should have been a bitch in pajamas I made my first million fucking dollars Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular Im scared, this shit dont happen to everybody Im on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib Im in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast D colored VS stones around my neck bitch It feels like a nigga dreamin’ Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’ Bulls eye, that’s what we came for The bread, now a nigga run the game boy I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard Aloof livin’, I came up so hard No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins We up, nigga! ‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses Living life with no worries My gun got a Zodiac sign, its a Taurus Dont make it slam on you like Amare M-Zone Rida Gang end the story Oops, thats your baby, my bad, Im sorry She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury Everything you arent, fly nigga soaring Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari You so special, bedroom or restroom Just keep performing, go girl About to film a movie, guess whos starring
Hitmaka Ow I see Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey Ima eat that pussy like it’s ice cream Bet you aint met a nigga like me No need to say what I been through He already know what Im into He be reading my mind like it’s simple Got him banging my line like its his too Never gotta worry bout no issues He pay it on time when the rent due Made him ice out my neck and the wrist too Hold down your pussy and your pistol I see Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey Ima eat that pussy like its ice cream Bet you aint met a nigga like me I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin’ me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I can’t leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave ’em alone Why you tryna leave me alone? Im a D-boy, you know that come with doin you wrong Nah, Im playin, you should know that we been in this too long And all your friends really wish that they was on what we on Girl, you know I got that deep stroke, that heart skip a beat stroke That put us both to sleep stroke, forget about him, he broke Serious as they come, I dont play no jokes Middle of the winter, Ill give that ass a heatstroke, yeah I see Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey Ima eat that pussy like its ice cream Bet you aint met a nigga like me I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave em alone Jackrabbit when he put the dick in it How you nut and you barely put the tip in it? Sixty seconds, got him gone, thats a quick minute He aint never felt some pussy with some grip in it Hair done, nails done like a bad bitch Broke niggas turned me to a savage I cant fuck him if he average Way more bad than your last bitch I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave em alone Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin me on Trap niggas know what I want So caught up that I cant leave em alone I swear we not tryin Ayy, yo, 4Rest, lets go grab homegirl from the front, you know what Im sayin? Cause, uh Ima need her right here, tuh Hitmaka
This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love Fresh like, uhh, Impala, uhh Chrome hydraulics, 808, drums You dont want, none, nigga better, run When beef is on, Ill pop that, trunk Come get, some, pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Its red-rum, ready, here it come Compton, uhh, Dre found me in the slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin Uhhhh! Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum, got weed on the ton Im bangin with my hand up her dress like, uhh Ill make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna stunt I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade Low pro, so low look like Im ridin on blades In one year mayne, a nigga so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to you just how you like it, girl Youre now rockin with the best Tre pound on my hip, Teflon on my chest They say Im no good, cause Im so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class Im from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, Im just here to get my cash Bougie-ass bitches, you can kiss my ass This is how wedo We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love I put gold Daytonas on that cherry six-fo White walls so clean, look like Im ridin on Vogues Hit one switch mayne, that ass so low Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to you just how you like it, girl Youre now rockin with the best Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest 50, uhh, Bentley, uhh Em came and got a nigga fresh out the slum Automatic, gun, fuck em one-on-one We wrap up your punk ass, stunt and you done Homie, its Game time! You ready? Here it come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk It took two months but 50 got it done Signed with G-Unit, had niggas like, Huh? Dont try to front, Ill leave your ass slumped Thinkin Im a punk get your fuckin head lumped 50 got a, gun! Ready? Here it come Got a sick ven-detta to get this, cheddar Meet my Be-retta, the drama setter Sip Ama-retta, my flow sounds better Than average, on tracks Im a savage, I damage Any nigga tryin to front on my clique
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment youve all been waiting for In this corner, weighing 175 pounds With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk Okay, lets go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, youll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks Its a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts Now picture us; its ridiculous, you curse at the thought Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words, its picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes Its elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say were the center of attention, its true Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trios back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre! They see that low rider go by, theyre like, Oh my! You aint got to tell me why youre sick cause I know why I dip through in that Six-Trey like, Sick em, Dre! Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. Cause over and above all, its just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again Ill be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Drivin round with a smashed front end, lets cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado? The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent! Its bottle after bottle The money aint a thing when you party with me Its what we into, its simple We ball out of control like you wouldnt believe Im the napalm, the bomb, the Don, Im King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on Im so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan, do what you want Nigga, on and on til the break of what? Get the paper, man, Im cakin, you know I dont give a fuck I spend it like it dont mean nothin Blow it like its supposed to be blown, motherfucker, Im grown I stunt, I style, I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, Move, a bitch move So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk
Yeah! Its my tape man, listen to my tape (Ive waited Ive waited Time went by But all I could do is cry Silly, silly) If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend First we get to talkin, then we get to touchin If we get past the phone games well be fuckin I kiss like the french do, I put my tongue in your ear Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair For me a different scenery just mean a different position In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen In the chopper or on the jet, join the mile high club Im no fool I know money cant buy me love But Im a different type of nigga that make sure that you know Instead of a rose, theres a hundred dozen of those See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine If you aint sure when Im talkin I dont tell you no lies But theres things that you say that have me wonderin why When I dont say what Im thinkin it dont mean that Im shy Got on that shit you picked out for me thats why Im so fly If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend While you in your bubble bath Ill come wash on your back When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk And if Im focused while Im strokin I could change how you walk Thats the swagger you come with when you come from New York Im a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought Separate me from the rest, I feel like Im the best If theres a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice Im as ghetto as it gets girl you know thats right I aint got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets Fore you end up bein round long enough to peep shit I get closer to you, I mean closer than close I get into you, after I take off my clothes Girl I been into you, mentally long before If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you round all the time Girl, Ill be your best friend If you promise youll be mine Please say hes just a friend Now girl lets not pretend Either he is or he aint your man Please say hes just a friend If I was your best friend
Woo! Yeah Its 50 a.k.a. Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of livin to do fore I die And I aint got time to waste Lets make it You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You aint no friend of mine , you aint no kin of mine What makes you think that I wont run up on you with a 9? We do this all the time , right now we on the grind So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin nicks and dimes Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine An ass like that gotta be one of a kind I crush em every time, punch em with every line Im fuckin with they mind, I make em press rewind They know they cant shine if Im around to rhyme Been on parole since 94 cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine The Ds ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you dont never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie The fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the cheddar Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon meet my Beretta Now Shorty think Ima sweat her sippin on Amaretto I might hit once, then dead her, I know I can do better She look good, but I know she after my cheddar She tryin to get in my pockets, homie, and I aint gon let her Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in the club doin the same old two-step Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out Cause we dont go nowhere without toast, we thugged out You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you dont never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin Me Im no mobster, me Im no gangsta Me Im no hitman , me Im just me, me Me Im no wanksta, me Im no actor But its me you see on your TV Cause I hustle, baby, this rap shit is so easy Im gettin what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets When you play me close for sure Im gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they gon murk 50, how? We ridin round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AKs and AR-15s Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh? You say you gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin You been hustlin a long time and you aint got nothin Aha! Damn, homie
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what yall niggas know about the dirty South? One time Lord forgive me, for Ive sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again and again and again When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the Team See, niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow motherfuckers, Ima break it down iller See, Preme was the business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh His hairll get you seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with E-Z Wider, then they aint get blunted Had the whole projects working for 50 on 500 As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize Cat Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap How he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was Just was snitching I aint believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSXR Had the 4-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood dragging jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, dont be surprised Of how freely I throw out names of guys who dealt with pies Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect Them niggas who shot them got em for ten bricks Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave em more bricks Lord forgive me, for Ive sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again and again and again That first verse is just a dose of the shit that Im on Consider this the first chapter in the ghettos Quran I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles in the hood, I started learning Lifes a bitch with a pretty face, but she burning Man Ima get cheese like Chaz then run through whips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tah-Tah Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing Go against crews like Bebo and killers like Pappy Mason A lot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that held down whole complexes like Corley Wall Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion Come around here with your Rollie, you can get robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had Laurelton sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louis Vuitton interior Might sound like Im fantasizing, but son Im dead serious Montana was no dummy, brought business to wash the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian Feds couldnt catch him dirty, so settled for tax evasion Lord forgive me, for Ive sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again and again and again Rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about, yo The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy Jamaican Pauly, Duckie Corley Ronnie Bumps and Chick... shit A lot of niggas flow the way I flow But aint been in the game all their life so dont know who I know Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I aint rich by twenty-six, Ill be dead or in jail Coming up I heard sipping too much boozell leave you confused And if you watch the news you see players in this game that lose Im forgetting Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags In a conversation over shrimp and lobster At Benihanas, heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow dont kill you the MAC will Lord forgive me, for Ive sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again and again and again
Like the fire needs the air I wont burn unless youre there, youre there Oooh I need you Like the fire needs the air I wont burn unless youre there, youre there Oooh I need you Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy You know, its real shit, feel this America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me Black Chukkas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle I tag SPIT over Ramos shit, Im a vandal Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle The women in my life bring confusion and shit So like Nino in New Jack, I holla Cancel that bitch! Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze I built an empire on the low, the NARCs dont know Im the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do O after O, you know? Homie, Im just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you cant see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Nigga, you get in my way while Im trying to get mine And Ill buck you I dont care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Yeah, I dont know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks And black talons start flying when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggas cant fuck with me Man my co-ds call me Chef Boyar-50 Check my logic, smokers dont like seeds in they weed, shit Send me them seeds, Ill grow them what they need Them aint Chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic And Im selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it I sell anything Im a hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes, put it in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you will find Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic If rap was the block or a spot, Id be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me wherever that dope be Getting money man I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Nigga, you get in my way while Im trying to get mine And Ill buck you I dont care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Its the Hustlers Ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin The drama means nothing, its part of the game Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains I upgrade from dirty BS to clean VS Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite your ass out to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but Im back in shape Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake Im like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefnerll tell you he aint got shit on me The feds watch me, icey, they cant stop me Racist, pointing at me, Look at Niggaraci - hello I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Nigga, you get in my way while Im trying to get mine And Ill buck you I dont care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you I want the finer things in my life So I hustle
They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I never took a straight path nowhere, lifes full of twist and turns Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn Im from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers Its hard to get a start in these parts without paper Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven That corner every 15 minutes they moving seven Pure snow, bag it then watch it go Occupational options, get some blow or some hoes Shoot the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack Fuck it, man, in the mean time go ahead and pump a pack This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce That 007, that 62 on my count Im a undercover liar, I lie under the covers Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her baby, I love it Youre my inspiration, youre my motivation Youre the reason that Im moving it with no hesitation They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while I make a move Manuever around the rats and wolves, Im from the school Of hard knocks, shots pop, bodies drop Graveyard, pick a block cause niggas want your spots Im trying to stack shit then I go legit Hollow tip, stuff em in a clip case niggas trip My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties Im supposed to lose, watch me win against the odds All I got is my word, balls and my instinct Im trying to make it, we already made it my friends think We already on top, I got a bigger plan No more controlled substances or hand to hand White collar visions, game changing mission Big risks, big wins, equal bigger living Perfect position, watch me transition From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
Shady! Yeah Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know but you actin like you dont know You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Now, homie, I say I run it, run it cause Im in control Hpnotiq, Hennessy, a couple shots of Patrón I have you feelin aight, I get you high as a kite Party poppin, shawty says she comin with me tonight I aint shoulder leanin, I aint snappin and poppin Either Im bobbin my head or Im just standin there watchin Im a hustler, I hustle; you can tell that Im paid And I protect what I got, Im in the house with my blade Nigga, you front, you gon get it, okay, now maybe Ive said it Cause I want you to tridip, yeah, I be on that shidit You should see when Im stuntin, I flash the stones to be wantin Push the whip, see me rollin, you can tell that Im holdin Im just doin my thang, you know the Units the gang I got my grimy Shady with me, you front, youll have to get me Off yo ass, I pay the lawsuit and laugh Haha! Its not a big deal, its nothin but some cash Lets go! Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know When me and Fif got together to do this music The more we became enveloped We just developed a fellowship through it Its no pretend shit, its friendship, mi nemesis es su nemesis Same for him, its just media, see to them its just images But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out When its beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out If theres a problem we solve it, if we dont resolve it It usually just evolves into one big brawl And we all get involved in it And we should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it And let it go to whoevers holdin The most current beef on their shoulders And their soldiers got their backs til its over But tonight, we aint come in here to beef with nobody We came to party: Banks, Ca$his, and Mr. Ferrari So its Shady, Aftermizath, back in that ass, you izzask? Come izzon, what kinda fizzuckin quizzestion is that? Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? I said, you know but you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay Slumped over bleedin; J.F.K HK til your chest plate cave Ima ride to the death, do you rep that way? Forever Ima be a Shady 7-4 gangsta Pussy, Ill survive everything you got in that chamber I thrive off of danger, jumpin in all beef You keep talkin shit, now the squad have called me Enough holdin back the steam, Em let off a magazine Dappadon Cappa Queens, mixed in with Ca$his creams Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see Tellin aint my cup of tea, cant tell Im a fuckin G? Im on automatic when Im at it, start static And you splattered, shit shattered, Im a walkin bitch magnet Spit it how I live it, live it all-way to the limit And Im always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it? See… Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know but you actin like you dont know You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know You know who this is Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath Lloyd Banks, Ca$his, Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50 Its a movement, you cant stop it Talk of New York, Tony Yayo
I came in the world cryin and fussin Nigga, we aint have nothin Every ghetto I know the same We tryna make a little change Preacher man come around talkin I dont wanna hear it, keep walkin Ima put the powder in the pot Whip it til Im pullin off a lot Imagine when I pull it off the lot New shit come without a top Once Im on I aint never gon stop Bitch, Im on, I aint never gon stop Im the man, Im the man, Im the man Im the man, Im the man, Im the man Ayy, came in the game gettin money Flippin chickens, whip it, gettin money Niggas get to playin with the money Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money They love to see a nigga on the bottom Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low A nigga plug bless a nigga with a hoe Wanna break the bitch down into 36 Os Looky here, bitch, Im A-okay Shawty wanna fuck with me Strippin, yeah, the jiggy, nigga Later, she gon hit my line We aint gon waste no time She suckin and we fuckin like she need me While she make a bankroll easy All the light in the room from the T.V. We gettin it on then Im gone Its the type of shit that a nigga be on Too much on my mind right now Im on the grind right now Lookin for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my .9 right now Bitch, Ill blow your mind right now I aint fuckin round right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that Bitch, Im the man Ho, Im the man You know Im the man Bitch, Im the man Ho, Im the man You know Im the man Bitch, Im the man Ho, Im the man You know Im the man Bitch, Im the man Ho, Im the man You know Im the man Came in the game gettin money I fuck with all the bitches gettin money But you love playin games with the corny shit Messin with a nigga, only bought it cause I want it You love to see a nigga at the bottom You tried to come up, you dont keep it on the low They like a drug, dont like you to call them hoes Im tryna break a booty down like 36 Os I think I love a big fat A-O-D, make that bitch cum for free Look at mommy shake it, Ima call her, she gon hit my line, fall in love every time But if I dont pay, she gon leave me, never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces And I believe it, I aint think this shit was easy, who am I now? Too much on my mind right now Im on the grind right now Lookin for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my .9 right now Bitch, Ill blow your mind right now I aint fuckin round right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man, you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man, you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man, you know Im the man Bitch, Im the man, ho, Im the man, you know Im the man Know Im the man, hoe Im the man Think she aint special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw They not on my level, thats why I look at you different, yeah, yeah
Ohh! The top feel so much better than the bottom So much better Nigga, yous a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, yous a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin at shit you cant buy Nigga, yous a window shopper In the dealership tryin to get a test drive Nigga, yous a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky Im on the grind, let my paper stack but Im filthy Its funny how niggas get to screw-facin at me Anyhow they aint got the heart to get at me Ill get down, Southsides the hood that I come from So I dont cruise through nobody hood without my gun They know the kid aint gon fall for all that bullshit Try and stick me, Ima let off a full clip It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game, who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper dont stack right But when I come around yall niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump Nigga, when we rollin, rollin, rollin Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump Nigga, when we rollin, rollin, rollin Nigga, yous a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, yous a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin at shit you cant buy Nigga, yous a window shopper In the dealership tryin to get a test drive Nigga, yous a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off After that five hour flight from New York I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mane Tell her, Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang. She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin no clothes Then she can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane Listen mane, shit changed, I came up, Im doin my thang Homie, Im holdin, holdin, holdin Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin you Before somethin get stolen, stolen, stolen Nigga, yous a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, yous a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin at shit you cant buy Nigga, yous a window shopper In the dealership tryin to get a test drive Nigga, yous a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
This for all my niggas in the city But this shit really for Queens though Really for Queens though, ya know? Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes Getting money regiment with my gettin money regime Ya nah mean? Yeah, yeah New York Times, come listen to these New York rhymes A southern nigga with a New York mind In the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be Kings Getting to the money, it seems, by any means As I, watch it all pan out, try not to stand out Fish out of water, yet an official reporter Up here, life is a bitch, I blow a kiss at her daughter In the city where niggas will leave your shit outta order So yeah, you heard the news, disturbing news Shot {censored} brother in the head, thank the Lord he aint dead Was in a coma for months, eyes aint opened up once My nigga visibly stressin, a mess, he smoking his blunt What could I say? I cant relate to that, all I do is pray for that This the city of God told me go and make it at I got a date with destiny, Im running late for that Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that The New York Times, yeah The New York Times Extra, extra, read all about it They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you aint been nowhere if you aint been here Hustle hard, yeah it really aint a game mane Same places, different faces on the train mane New York, New York Hop on the F train, took the express train Skip that local shit, my vocals sick, thats how success came Once kings, now we pawns in this chess game Wall Street got black slave blood stains Which means, we built this city And never got scraps while the devil got fat In fact, reparations for niggas in desperation Fuck money, get my kid a real education Blood money spills, had a real revelation Southside make you realize theres still segregation Dont wanna preach, Im just thinking out loud Sometimes I wanna save the world and I be thinking bout how My motive, to lead my niggas to paradise Imagine the world free from pain and we no longer scared at night Far from the crime, the blind leading the blind We dont make it primetime til we dyin The New York Times The New York Times, yeah The New York Times Extra, extra, read all about it They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you aint been nowhere if you aint been here Hustle hard, yeah it really aint a game mane Same places, different faces on the train mane New York, New York How I go from selling reefer and plates To eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake? Shoulda been in the States, property of the Jakes Now Im plotting on profits and properties on the lake Let me properly integrate you to it Show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it Them niggas talk a lot of shit but they aint been through it I done been up in everything, cars you never seen Cities you never heard of, from the streets where they murder Police observe us til they reach the verdict Kill em all, fucking kill em all If you cant send em to the pen, send em to the morgue Send em to the Lord, fuck it, send his broad Hundred shots through the dark but they never hit my heart Nigga, bitch nigga, take a pause Hundred shots through the dark, you can never hit my heart New York Times The New York Times, yeah The New York Times Extra, extra, read all about it They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you aint been no where if you aint been here Hustle hard, yeah it really aint a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New York, New York
Man 1 : Aye, you want some of this shit? Man 2 : Naw, I dont want that shit Man 1 : I dont give a fuck. I dont play that shit, and Im finna buss a cap in a nigga Man 2 : Man, shut the fuck up! Whoa! Slow down, slow down, slow down! You see that brick house right there? Thats the nigga crib. When he come out you gotta tighten his ass up. Ima get in the other car. Aight Car revs up Gunshots If theres beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me Ill ride by and blow ya brains out Theres no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I dont care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court Ill kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie, I aint playing Catch you slipping Ima kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie I aint playing Keep thinking Im candy til ya fucking skull get popped And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-the-box In the hood summer time is the killing season Its hot out this bitch, thats a good enough reason Ive seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding Saying Lord, Jesus help me cause they ass leaking When that window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya little handgun till you run out And you can run for ya backup But them machine gun shells gon tear ya back up Gods on ya side? Shit, Im aight with that Cause we gon reload them clips and come right back Its a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck Look, nigga, dont think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that aint good If you was smart youd be shook of me Cause I get tired of looking for ya Spray ya mama crib and let yo ass look for me If theres beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me Ill ride by and blow ya brains out Theres no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I dont care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court Ill kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie, I aint playing Catch you slipping Ima kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie I aint playing My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I cant wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga, you know the streets talk So therell be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind Im down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today Im happy how my life turned out See the shootouts, I done been in em by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter finna get shot, it wont do him no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bonesll still fucking hurt when it rains Oh, you a pro at playing Battleship? Well, this aint the same Little homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains If theres beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me Ill ride by and blow ya brains out Theres no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I dont care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court Ill kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie, I aint playing Catch you slipping Ima kill you I aint playing, hear what Im saying, homie I aint playing After the fist fights its gunfire, boy, you get the best of me If you dont wanna get shot, I suggest you dont go testing me All the wrong Ive done, the Lord still keep on blessing me Finna run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe Yeah, ha ha, aye Dre You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cause the windows on my motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof, nigga Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof, nigga But the Doc said if I get hit, I might get a fucking concussion But better that than a hole in the head right, nigga? Ha ha ha ha
Yeah Haha, yeah Yeah If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure, Ima make it hot, baby I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop Stand alone squeezing my pistol, Im sure that I got em Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes Im 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines Tell niggas, get they money right, cause I got mine And Im around, quit playing, nigga, you cant shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After being hit by the pump—is that what you want? Be easy, nigga—Ill lay your ass out Believe me, nigga—thats what Im about Gangsta! You could find a nigga sitting on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and Im gone If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now, Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure, Ima make it hot, baby Im down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting Cause youll get hit and homicidell be asking, What happened? Oh no, look who crept in with the .44 Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros Eastside, Westside, niggas know, yo, Im loco Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain Niggas dont rob me, they know Im down to die for my chain G-Unit! We get it popping in the hood G-Unit! Motherfucker, whats good? Im waiting on niggas to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, Ill blow em off the map With the MAC, thinking its all rap Till that ass get clapped and Doc say, Its a wrap Its a wrap, nigga If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now, Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure, Ima make it hot, baby I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go ahead, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, Im dirty, dirty Im from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? When the streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game theres ups and downs, so I stay on the grind Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind There aint nothing they could do to stop my shine This is Gods plan, homie, this aint mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents Im the dropout who made more money than his teachers Roofless like the Coupe, but I come with more features I am what I am; you can like it or love it It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, fuck it! If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure, Ima make it hot, baby If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top For sure Ima make it hot, baby Uh-huh Ima make it hot Dr. Dre Aftermath Shady Haha
Woo! Yeah G-G-G-G-G-Unit Ha ha Its easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 dont back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy dont back down Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must cease existing, little nigga, now listen Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin Your little dirty ass kids, Ill fucking erase em Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard Yous a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat ya 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 life to be Suge You can buy cars, but you cant buy respect in the hood Maybe Im so disrespectful cause to me youre a mystery I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha ha, pussy Its easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 dont back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy dont back down The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around Thats Ja little punk ass thinking out loud Southside til I die, thats just how I get down Im back in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster Im the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggas they come from Yonkers Its been years and you had the same niggas in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no good I aint never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood Im back better than ever on top of my game Even them country boys saying 50 we feeling you, mane Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne Im New York Citys own bad guy Its easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 dont back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy dont back down I ain’t gonna tell nobody you pussy I ain’t gonna tell nobody you getting extorted Ive been patiently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The 50 Cent Show This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that Im back, you cant sleep, Im a nightmare, huh? You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right? I aint going nowhere, I done told you, nigga Im a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga I know, I know Oh no, he didnt say anything about Ja Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins aint never hurt nobody And yall know big thangs come in small packages, holla Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture They better not put they hands on Jeffrey Okay, just first of all, they do not know that I am a 12 degree pink belt Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery Okay, cause see, they dont know me, Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!
Trilogy Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Go get the strap nigga, go get the strap Fuck that, niggas out here active, blood Whats brackin? Youll never catch us lackin, blood You stupid, you think we aint packin, blood? Fuck wrong with you? I dont like the way you actin, blood Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip Thats his car pullin up, shoot up the whole whip Thats his man, hit him too, that nigga down with him Check his Gram, see who else be hangin around with him He could get it him too, nigga, go get the strap Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at Where they at? Who they with? Them niggas gettin smoked Line em up; they aint hard to find, all them niggas broke O-Dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what? Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tut Big Cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin it Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it Aight, so boom, first up, all yall niggas suck my dick Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mothers lips Ah, ah, ah, niggas runnin out they mouth Yall dead-ass like I wont punch you in your fuckin mouth? Matter of fact, Ima smack fire out you, boy Are you dumb? Ima beat the brakes off you, boy You some, Gas what I smoke, nigga Nah, on this dick your mother choke, nigga Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Go get the strap nigga, go get the strap Man, fuck that, my niggas bout that action, blood Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in, blood They scrappin, my niggas get to clappin, blood Fuck wrong with you? I dont like how you actin, blood I am not gang-gang, I do not gang bang But play me like Im pussy, I will pull up and bang-bang Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon pop out Hop out, uwop out, and air the whole block out Blow the whole stock out, and Im bout what Im bout Im a one-man band, I bring the drum out and dump it Bend your block, one oclock, blowin the trumpet Im with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks Im stupid rich, still doin some stupid shit You niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside Thats the third time youve been got, second time you was shot Your man just aint your man, he saw us first and fuckin ran We on a different type of time, you on some different shit Now nigga, dont you play with me, play with a bitch I aint ran into a problem that I cant fix Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Go get the strap nigga, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Yeah, yeah, go get the strap Go get the strap nigga, go get the strap
It is not about lyrics anymore It’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it Then so be it, ‘cause nowadays, these kids just Don’t give a shit bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat, and thats it Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJs playing them hits Oh, this my jam! This my shit! We dont know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus ‘Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the songs ginormous, the whole formula’s switched ‘Cause we don’t know anymore what are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap? Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap? And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When thirteen-year-olds control the remotes? And Ashlees got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-pha-sis on our syl-la-la-bles If the emphasis on the compact disc Is in the beat, then I’m gon feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro ‘Cause everywhere I go they love the bling-bling flow Bang-bang, look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing’ cost your man a lot of dough The fuck am I bustin my brain fo? Its just the way the game go and, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow? You bought the shit I guess you to blame, too, I just found an angle No more reality flow I’m tryna time my album dropping with a reality show Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97 And call my publicist, tell her we impressed heaven No one gives a shit except Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet So you want the chatroom or the house in Malibu? Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-la-la-ble They said thirtys the new twenty, funny Must mean fortys the new thirty, interesting Cause ever since then, its been, in a sense, an extension For veteran rappers that are better than half of The shit coming out right now, its all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed JAY said it’s his last, then 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops, what do we got then? So now our whole camps is running around Scrambling over what to do Gambling every time we put a record out Just lookin for that hook Shorty, I love you And you love me too We were meant to be ‘Cause, shorty, you love me And I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you Go shawty, its your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay Its the kid that flip flows who used to flip Os And run G for days, you should see how I get hoes Im international, I get my dick licked round the globe Im sick right into shows, ridin on lolos Puffin on coco, my bitch in Manolos Don’t fuck with the dodos, thats slang for dumb hoes Im playin, I aint got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked, loc Its not a game, me, B, I aint playin, beat behind me playin So you dont hear anyway, you don’t hear what I’m sayin Me fin-nini-na, fee-fi-fididee-yay Just give me my check and I’ll be on my way Sunny, bunny, money and funny You aint even listening, and I just took your money There once was a time everywhere you turned Shady-Aftermath was all you heard But they say 50 sang too much, and Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well, fuck the fuck-offs! All yall eat salt Be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault Oh! New syl-la-la-bles, eat ball, you fuck-offs Your house, your bitch, Im getting sucked off East, South, Midwest, even up North Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost Catch me if you can, I’m runnin past while yall walk Shady made me for bringin it back Fore the history of rap is gone with a snap A snare and a clap, what happened to just spittin Bout livin in the motherfuckin city you at? In the grimiest condition, I breathe in drama King Mathers and Cash—me—thats free karma Im everything, anything you can never be Its a hidden rhyme of the month deep in the beef I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind I repeat every evil deed done of mine No rest contest, contract to sign By blood, Im in this squad for life Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime Im the reason you guys wont say that line I’m crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z I’m Rosemary’s baby, I want you to hate me Shorty, I love you And you love me too We were meant to be ‘Cause, shorty, you love me And I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore Its about a hot beat, a hot beat Its about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot-hot-hot beat and a catchy hook A hot-hot-hot beat and a catchy hook Nobody gives a damn about them syllables Syl-la-la-bles, whatever they are I dont care if you gotta rhyme schmoe, mo, Joe, toe, and glow Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some
The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest 9-to-5 youll ever have You cant learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap, motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? Ha-ha-ha-ha, the rap game, motherfucker! Im a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You shouldve slayed me as a baby, behavin shadier Than Wes Craven and you aint even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily You face me, drunk or sober, you’ll faint fast Im never fucked up to where I cant whoop yo ass Your neckll get snapped with bare hands; fuck music Is he rappin? Its cool, but fools, just dont confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude, then I lose it Im scandalous, Ill blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat thats bigger than Godzillas back, nigga You are not realer, in fact, youll feel the effects Of a crack dealer, yall presidents sends me smack And got a MAC-10 with it, so I aint gotta rap But Im thankful for that, dont mistaken me, black Or youll be stankin in the back of a fuckin Cadillac Ima get snuffed, ‘cause I aint said enough to pipe down Ill pipe down when the White House gets wiped out When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out Lights out, bitch, adiós, goodnight gunshot Now put that in your little pipe and bite down Think for a minute, ‘cause the hype just died down That I wont go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever aint tied down upside down Im all for America; fuck the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? Son of a bitch Take away my gun, Im gonna tuck some other shit Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen-inch blade Shits like a samurai sword; a sensei Shit just dont change to this day Im this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay Uck-say my ick-day, scuse my ig-pay atin-lay But uck-fay you ig-pay This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game And I aint diggin no hole for this rap game Man, Im tellin you: no, it aint happenin This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint diggin no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game I bet youd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity But fuck that! Ima rap til yall all get sick of me And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me Im sayin you motherfuckers dont know us, quit playin If Im broke, then Im breakin up in the place where you layin You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on what I want when I write? So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? Okay, you win, you can say we cant rap But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was wack I walk in that party and just start bustin Right after I hear the last verse of Self Destruction This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome Im low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Youre feelin lucky? Squeeze, I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese with your seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable: a partyin addict They said, No fighting in the club – so I brought me a matic Coughin the static, I jump niggas; call me a rabbit Poppin the tablet and guns that saw you in half with Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin millions look easy Everywhere you turn, you see me You hear me, believe me Before you see my pistol in 3D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911, ‘cause you need the Police to help you believe me I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street niggas twistin my words We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood Cause Proof and Shyne, man, shit, nothing in common The nastiest band with gats in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse; fuck your stature, dog! Nothing to do with hands when I clap at yall Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound Then Im gone outta town fore the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats Matter of fact we can battle for plaques This rap game Im too fuckin retarded I dont give a fuck about my dick Thats why Im datin Lorena Bobbitt My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps Well, I really didnt, but I did according to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezin 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe My little girl, she shouldnt listen to these lyrics Thats why I glued her headphones to her ear To make sure she hear it If rap dont work, Im startin a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50, sing the hook! This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game And I aint diggin no hole for this rap game Man, Im tellin you: no, it aint happenin This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint diggin no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game Yeah, yeah, yeah
If theres any bitches in this room Then theres somethin I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way Ive been down that road And now Im back, sittin on square one Tryin to pick myself up where I started from I never woulda thought that Id see you out of control Even though my penis was deep down in your hole You should know, between us, we was like mates of soul Nothin could intervene us, especially no hoes You was more so the chalant type I chose Til more shows, haunted you nights, I suppose Thats how it go: with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning friends, we decided to roll So whos responsible when you get excited, explode And Obies grinnin, then you invite that Obies cold But bitches they gon talk, niggas they gon hate We established this way before we became mates So whats required is that you chill with all that fire Get your desire when I retire and— Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still aint got a fuckin clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducin you to my daughters Til you went as far as goin and snoopin through my drawers Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Cant believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall, I used to treat you like a groupie broad When we fucked, I refused to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on You started gettin moody on me, pretty soon wed argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And whoda even knew that? Who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them Goddamn darts at me? Its true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are But see, when youre in it, its too hard to see Til you pull up and see some other dudes car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision thats life-altering And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine Ha, ha, yeah right, bitch Spend some time on my dick In most cases, Stats attitude is, Fuck a bitch! My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was different, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in pub-a-lic We sufferin because of this Shawty on some whole nother other shit Tryin to play slick, thinkin Ima trick off grip Ill admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit Feedin you the best of me, I shouldve fed you piss We started off closer than close But who couldve predicted to know Your trifling ways woulda stopped our growth? And the final result, back in that same boat I asked myself: Do I love these hoes? — Nope! Em introduced us: 50, this is Tanya, Tanya, this is 50 Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said, You have very nice lips. With my imagination, I could see her suckin my dick We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast Had her comin over in a cab to give me some ass Downtown Manhattan, on the balcony, stare at the skyline Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind She got to talkin, talkin like an opportunist too Why talk, when suckin my dick is the real career move? Said shes an aspiring actress, she do videos for practice Yeah, yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit? Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine
G-Unit , we in here We could get the drama popping, we dont care Its going down , cause Im around 50 Cent, you know how I gets down, down What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Nah, thats a semi-auto, in a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might wanna play in court But Ill hunt a duck nigga down like its a sport Front on me, Ill cut you, gun-butt you or buck you You getting money, I cant get nothin with ya, then fuck ya Im not the type to get knocked for D.W.I Im the type thatll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me I grew up around some niggas thats not my homies Hundred Gs, I stash it , the MAC, I blast it Ds come, we dump the diesel in battery acid This flows been mastered, the ice, I flash it Jux me, Ill have your mama picking out your casket, bastard Im on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle Blood What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder In December, Ill 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 Im like Patti LaBelle, homie, Im on my own Where I lay my hats my home, Im a rolling stone Cross my path, Ill crush ya, thinking I wont touch ya Ill have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? What up, blood? What up, cuz? What up, blood? What up, gangsta? We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around We dont play that We dont play that We dont play that We dont play around
Yo, yo, yo, yo, you know who this is, boy, for real The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what Im saying? R.I.P., B.I.G, nigga, R.I.P P.A.C R.I.P.—Enough of that shit, its time to O.D Dont take this shit serious, we just bugging the fuck out One time But yall can take it how yall want it, word The bottom line is: Im a crook with a deal If my record dont sell, Ima rob and steal You better recognize, nigga, Im straight from the street These industry niggas is starting to look like something to eat Ill snatch Kim and tell Puff, You want to see her again? Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fucking an R&B bitch But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit When I apply pressure, son, it aint even funny Im about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight? I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweating staring down the barrel on my nine Since these Harlem World niggas seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, Tell your man Mason Betha, haha Come up off that watch now, I mean, right now The only excuse for being broke is being in jail An entertainer cant make bail, he broke as hell Id rob O.D.B., but thatd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine Id follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold—like four mil? He got something to live for Dont want a nigga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door Ill manhandle Case like Dope, get on the ground You aint with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now? I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me Im a klepto, nah, for real, son, Im sick Im bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now, Im bent, and when I get like this, I dont think About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink Ill rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece and run This nigga weigh four hundred pounds—how he gon catch me, son? Huh? This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? Ill catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound Like, You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before Thats why his ass dont wanna be a player no more My attitude while robbing J.D.? Fuck you, pay me! Had Da Brat with em, shouldve had his gat with him DMX wanna get down? Well, you tell, homie Im on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ, but his shit aint sell I hit the studios, take niggas jewels and leave Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Canibus wanna battle while Im sticking him up Fuck the cab, the coroners picking em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, ayy, nigga, I saw you He said, Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you! Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all; he said, Even my gold teeth? I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep One at a time, get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that Id flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like its mine? Ima keep sticking niggas until Im living Ill rob Boyz II Men like Im Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens Im hungry for real, Im about to stick Mister Cee That nigga still eating off Big first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enough—I told him, Gimme some more If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing Gods people, what! This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? Yo, yo, for real, son, its The Madd Rapper, you know what Im saying? And for real, you know what Im saying, niggas just got to get stuck up, yo—thats just how it goes down It dont matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch It really dont matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it You know what Im saying? Thats just how it go down 50 Cent aint fucking around Trackmasters aint fucking around Crazy Cat aint fucking around The Madd Rapper aint fucking around You know what Im saying? So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not
Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit 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 the shit Drop it like its hot, get to workin that back Girl shake that thing, yeah work that thing Let me see it go up and down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang When you make it go round and round I step up in the club Im like Who you wit? G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique Yeah, Im young, but a nigga from the old school On the dancefloor a nigga doin old moves I dont 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, dont trip Yo heat in the car, mines in this bitch I aint tryin to beef, Im tryin to get my drink on And my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on Imma kick it at the bar til its time to go Then Imma get in shorty ear and Imma let her know 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 you how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit Get to lickin it, a lil bit This is 50, comin out your stereo Its hard to tell though cause I switched the flow Eyes a little low cause I twist the dro Pockets on swoll cause I move the Os My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze Come get your bitch, she on me dawg She musta heard about the dough Not Captain cmon and Save-a-Ho I get it crunk in the club, Im off the chain Number one on the chart all the time mane When the kid in the house, I turn it out Keep the dancefloor packed thats without a doubt But shorty shake that thang like a pro man She backed it up on me Im like Oh man I got close enough to her so I know she could hear System thumpin, party jumpin, I said loud and clear 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 you how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit Get to lickin it, a lil bit Baby you got me feelin right, you heard me? My momma gone you can spend the night, you heard me? I aint playin Im tryin to fuck tonight, you heard me? Clothes off, face down, ass up, cmon, ha ha 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 you how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit Get to lickin it, a lil bit 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 you how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit Get to lickin it, a lil bit
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 Im heading cause I know where Ive been The flow is bone crushing, its nothing, I come up with something Come through your strip fronting, stunting Its something you want, 745 chrome spinners Haters hate that Im winning Man, Ive been hot from the beginning Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy Cause I cant control my temper, Im finna catch a felony Pistol in hand, homie, Im down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot you know I aint stopping Til my clip is empty, Im simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy I done lost my bigger nigga and I didnt cry Too young to understand the consequences of a man Living a lie, I gotta get that money Ill be damned if Im bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny 20 years of watching my mama tears got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bong cause I need it These niggas dont want me balling, they want me buried Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried Laying with bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer Cause Im a stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gonna call my number Under my chest is a heart of a lion I aint lying, bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a giant Im running from nothing, my stomach is touching what Im clutching To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion My blood is colder so Im bolder Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder Look in the mirror, I see a soldier Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears This is me, whos 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 its all fun and games til they shoot em up bang And you see your brains hang and you see we aint playing Aint saying we aint laying down at night and aint praying I bullied my way in this game, man, Im done playing Man, Im done saying that Im done playing Ima start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers Theres no way Ima back down like a god damn coward I cant, how would I look as a 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? Ill show you martial I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts A whole nother side I wanted to not show you So you know youre not dealing with some fucking marshmallow Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose hearts Jell-O cause Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over
Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but thats okay Cause I dont like yall anyway Man, I dont like yall anyway Fuck all yall! I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up, homie? Them bitches who dont know me, they wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me I came in the rap humble, I dont give a fuck now Ill serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown Coke price go up, capsules come down The Ds run in my crib, Im nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracs They keep em on em, right there in they ass crack When I dont like a nigga, I dont pretend to Ill have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu Look, I aint going nowhere so get used to me OGs look at me and see Im what they used to be Im that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick Nigga aint in his right mind going against me My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see Scream, Murda, I dont believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I dont believe you Murda, murda, your lifes on the line Yall niggas dont want no part of me Yall tryna figure out how yall started me You gon make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six Im not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think Im handsome I hate to hear He say, she say shit Unless he say she said she on my dick Its no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up Do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front I stay with the Mac cause niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood, they like, Damn, 50 really spit it on em You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really shitted on em Beef—you dont want none, so dont start none Youre just a small player in this game—play your part, son Scream, Murda, I dont believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I dont believe you Murda, murda, your lifes on the line These cats always escape reality when they rhyme Thats why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car NASCAR, truck with a crash bar And TVs in the dash, pa See em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I aint trying, I aint lying I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up Get outta line, I get you hit up Now if you say my name in your rhyme You better watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now heres a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas Ima say this shit now and never again We aint buddies, we aint partners, and we damn sure aint friends The games you playing—you get killed like that Acting like you all hard—you aint built like that See me when you see me, nigga! WHAT! Scream, Murda, I dont believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I dont believe you Murda, murda, your lifes on the line Yall niggas dont want no parts of me You tryna figure out how yall started me You gon make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six
Hey, you wanna hit this shit? Its that green tongue, Cali bud I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Every time I roll up, niggas holla, Roll up! Then I tell em hold up, you aint getting money You aint smoking in my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos Smoking on indo, high 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 Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holla get em girls, Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and Im gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The Ds sick, they searched the whip and they cant find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Now if you heard I done started some shit It aint because I be high And if you heard I done let off a clip It aint because I be high But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye I get high as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, yous a goner, nigga I dont 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, dont stare at me, man Id hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans Now 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! Theres no competition, its just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, Im hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I could go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Now, who you know besides me Who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines? You dont want me to be your kids role model Ill 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 sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team, they depend on me when its crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga? Go ahead, get gully See if I wont leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so aint shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I aint hurting, Im aight, nigga, Im doing good I aint got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
Everything Foreign I know you dont do one night stands So Im the closest thing Now can we fuck and still be friends, though? And if you ever fucked a friend Id be the closest thing So can we fuck and still be friends, though? Bitch, you cant be my girlfriend Got a girl, and my girl got a girl too Scarface crib, its my world too, uh My pillow recognize her perfume Tell her man relax, shell make it home by curfew Tom Ford cologne, I look like Im on Playboy mansion, honey, Im home Backdoor to Oracle, fuck it, Im home King of the Bay, getting dome on my throne, uh Diamond in the rough, uncut gems She not my girlfriend though, we just friends Somehow I fit six all in one Benz All of us fuck buddies, all fuck friends Lookin like a snack, shell devour me Your boyfriends whole salarys my hourly Throwin bands in Miami, its showerin Bad boy, Im the white Mike Lowrey I know you dont do one night stands So Im the closest thing Now can we fuck and still be friends, though? And if you ever fucked a friend Id be the closest thing So can we fuck and still be friends, though? Yeah, T-Raww, yeah I could pull any bitch, man, its automatic Pussy, money, alcohol, Im a big fanatic And my diamonds odee, chains so dramatic Like Im Adam Sandler, she call me Big Daddy Im insane in the brain, what you know bout it? I got shawty and her friend waitin in the lobby Loggin in my account, thats my favorite hobby I like a new bitch with a new body Bad bitch, I need all that Heres my number, you can call that Tell your nigga he can fall back I wanna make you mine, wanna own that Go shawty, its your birthday Simon says, do what I say, ayy Drink it up, I know you thirsty She said, Baby, make it hard, but dont hurt me, ayy I know you dont do one night stands So Im the closest thing Now can we fuck and still be friends, though? And if you ever fucked a friend Id be the closest thing So can we fuck and still be friends, though? Lil mama thirsty, I said thirsty Shawty, they aint fuckin with you on your worst day And she cut a nigga off, give him first aid How the hell she fit the gym in a workday? I got wristwatch, I got big Glock I got bunch of pretty bitches tryna lip-lock See the Rollie on my wrist and it dont tick-tock If you nasty when I fuck you, let my bitch watch I said right cheek, I said left cheek Hit it so good, you gon feel it next week When I kill the pussy, they gon arrest me I be lookin at it like, Dont test me Sit that ass on a nigga like duh-duh-duh I be all up in the pussy til its nothin up there In the nighttime, til the sun up, yeah No pun intended, shawty, you a come-up, yeah, ayy I know you dont do one night stands So Im the closest thing Now can we fuck and still be friends, though? And if you ever fucked a friend Id be the closest thing So can we fuck and still be friends, though?
Ayo, quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin Hey ho, get back to twerkin, back to workin Get back to strippin, they back to tippin Them stacks is fallin, they back to ballin Them bottles is poppin, bitch, the mall is callin us Quit fuckin around, not playin around, bitch, shit is for real Quick makin a stack, bag make us a mill, I mean, get us a deal Bitch, fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel? On the social network when they say a nigga really aint got no chill He think he fuckin my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin nigga Quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin Quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin We pimpin nigga P.I.M.P., who the shotta them? Im the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him Have the homies come through, 400, that be the block Tag yo shit, we goin up on the Instagram Higher than a ceilin fan Im whippin bricks in the kitchen Im flyin shit out the window like I was Peter Pan I handle my own shit, I own shit Alone shit, middle finger to the middle man Anybody that can get it when they want it Finger fuckin bitches, she gon tell me when she cummin 50 in this bitch and I aint askin him for nothin Thats my OG, if a nigga trippin, get to bustin Mo money mean mo problems If your nigga got the money, we gon rob him Boy, Im simply, a P.I.M.P And Ima let it go til the clip go empty He think he fuckin my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin nigga Im gettin big money, starting to get hard to keep a nigga from hatin I’m with a white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial datin This is a new wave, Im a new Wraith, a nigga sit on suede Like Im Special Ed, but I aint Special Ed, bitch, I got it made We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page You know boy in the hoodll have you runnin like Ricky from the 12 gauge You know my bottom bitch, I done told her how to break a nigga 12 ways A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away You hear my name on the street, circulatin, you heard Im cakin These niggas try to compete, perpetratin, whats percolatin? I got game for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down So a ho feel like Im right next to her when a nigga way up town He think he fuckin my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin nigga Quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin Quit Captain Savin, serenadin them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin, now back to trickin She report to pimpin, nigga back to trickin We pimpin nigga
Yeah, its 50 One shot, one kill, whats the deal Yeah, whats the deal Listen lil homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas aint playin, when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, thats when it rains it pours End up wet up, thats when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil homie in my hood, when it rains it pours Aint nothin changed, niggas doin the same ol shit Them new hollow tips in them same ol clips In the projects, niggas fuck with the same ol chicks And somehow, they still think they games so sick Now from the rip, niggas know Im bout my grip I dont trick, man I barely even feed a bitch She say Im stingy, I say, I dont need you bitch Go head leave, see if I chase you, shit! Tell yo mammy, I catch her in the streets Ima get her She know Im on parole, why she call police on a nigga? She just mad, cause a nigga pockets on swole When she ask to borrow some, I say, Hell naw! I was tellin the lil homies all about this shit To keep yo mind on yo money And dont trust no bitch Ke Ke hit high notes, when them pigs came But her ass kinda fat, so niggas treat her the same This is real Lil homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas aint playin, when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, thats when it rains it pours End up wet up, thats when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil homie in my hood, when it rains it pours Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot When homicide outside, nigga Im not This the third time them niggas done circled the block Its money down now, yeah, but damn its hot Theyll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale They say, tell us who caught the body, or you goin to jail Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge And say whats happenin to the captain And whats up to the sarge Fuck bein in a cage man, that shit for the birds Charlie drunk, drinkin wild irish rose on the curb I know a spot full of niggas tryin to bet a few bucks Hopin they number come out, they can have em some luck Two Ace to the deuce, and stumbled off mad Lost his re-up money man, thats all he had Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars And do pull ups in the park, on the monkey bars Mad as fuck Lil homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas aint playin, when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, thats when it rains it pours End up wet up, thats when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil homie in my hood, when it rains it pours (Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off While it thunders and rains)
She want it, I can tell she want it Want me to push up on it fore she know when Im all on it We get the party goin, liquor flowin, this is fire 50 and Jeremih number one, theres nothing higher Get it, get it, work it, work it Break it, break it, down, down Get it, get it, work it, work it Break it, break it, down Okay, she headed to the dance floor and she slowly start to poppin it Somethin like my wrist piece, everybody got to watchin it Girl you got that secret treasure, Im gon put a lock on it Dont care what they say, I would be stupid to be not on it Ms. Vicky, heard you got that sticky Lets go and take nine shots, well just call it 50 And Im gonna licky licky licky til her hicky Ha-ha-have her river runnin, keep you gunnin til you empty Oh, you look so sweet What you work at Ballys? Look at your physique Girl you are a beauty, well-well I am a beast They must have been trippin to have let me off a leash I like the way you grind with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you lookin lonely? Go buy another round and its all on me As long as Im around, put it down on me Just put it down on me, put it down on me Down-down on me, put it down on me Dont throw it off the mound, show me how its gon be Girl all I really want is you down on me System’s thumpin, party jumpin, shorty, she’s a perfect ten She rock her hips then roll her hips then drop it down like it’s nothin She shaped just like an hourglass, see how fast an hour passed Time flies when I’m on that ass but I won’t put your shit on blast Work it like a pro-pro-pro, sit and watch it go-go-go Do her thing all on the flo, she bounce it fast and shake it slow So sexual, incredible, she beautiful, she edible I got her, I won’t let her go, I ain’t seen nothing better yo Look at how she twerk it, the way she work it Make me wanna hit it, hit it, heaven when I’m in it, in it If I do not fit, I’m gonna make it Girl you can take it, don’t stop, get it, get it I like the way you grind with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you lookin lonely? Go buy another round and its all on me As long as Im around, put it down on me Just put it down on me, put it down on me Down-down on me, put it down on me Dont throw it off the mound, show me how its gon be Girl all I really want is you down on me Say you independent get it from your momma Tell me if you with it do you really wanna? Baby when you see me you know I be on it Can you keep it up and put it down up on me? Say you independent, get it from your momma Tell me if you with it, do you really wanna? Baby when you see me, you know I be on it Can you keep it up and, put it down up on me? Down with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you lookin lonely? Oh baby, we can go low Low, yeah I like the way you grind with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you lookin lonely? Go buy another round and its all on me As long as Im around, put it down on me Just put it down on me, put it down on me Down-down on me, put it down on me Dont throw it off the mound, show me how its gon be Girl all I really want is you down on me
Somethin special Unforgettable 50 Cent Justin Timbaland Goddamn, damn She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that its right here for her I wanna see her break it down Im ballin, throwing money round She a working girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money-money, she make it, make it Look at the way she shake it, shake it Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it Have you lusting for it, going crazy, face it Now dont stop, get it, get it The way she shake it make you wanna hit it Think she double-jointed from the way she split it Got your head fucked up from the way she did it She so much more than you used to She know just how to move to seduce you She gon do the right thing and touch the right spots And dance in your lap til ou ready to pop She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, Ill show you where to meet her On the late night, til daylight, the club jumping If you want a good time, she gon give you what you want Let me talk to you Baby, youre so new-age, youre like my new craze Lets get together, maybe we can start a new phase This smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights dont do you justice, baby Why dont you come over here? You got me saying, Ayo! Im tired of using technology Why dont you sit down on top of me? Ayo! Im tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it I gotta give it to her Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you, girl Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop I make it rain for her so she dont stop I aint got to move, I can sit and watch In the fantasy, its plain to see Just how it be, her and me Backstroking, sweat soaking all into my satin sheets When she ready to ride, Im ready to roll Ill be in this bitch til the club close Watching her do her thing on all fours Now that—that there should be gainst the law From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down Know I like when youre hype and you throw it all around Different style, different mood, damn, I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking bout all the things Ill do to you Lets get it poppin, shawty, we could switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen Let me talk to you Baby, youre so new-age, youre like my new craze Lets get together, maybe we can start a new phase This smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights dont do you justice, baby Why dont you come over here? You got me saying, Ayo! Im tired of using technology Why dont you sit down on top of me? Ayo! Im tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it I gotta give it to her Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you girl
Sh-sh-sh, Shady! Aftermath! Haha! G-G-G-G, G-Unit! Haha! ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Get your ass up for the doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the doctor, come on now Here we go, cliff hanger, it’s another club banger Got ya hangin’ on the edge of your seat, get on down Time’s up, game’s over, you lose, I win ’Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Oh yeah, new year, next phase, begin Look who’s got you goin’ crazy again I’m a trend, I set one every time I’m in I go out, and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you something that we already had But once you’re gone, you don’t come back Too bad, you’re off the map now, radar can’t even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around, just playin’ the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin’ and moanin’, whining and bitchin’ Sit and observe, listen, you’ll learn if you pay attention Why 10 multi-platinum albums later, three diamond Worldwide, we’re on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin’ ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk Get it crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot, and jump Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it I don’t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin’ off the hinges We ain’t showin’ off, we just going off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin’? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, ’cause Doc left you all guessin’ So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record We gon’ have this motherfucker hoppin’ in a second That’s why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass ’Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasn’t for rap to bridge the gap may be raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre To pass the mic and we can play the Back and forth all day like the hot potato game That’s why we came to… ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time 50 Cent, come on! Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go It’s no secret, everybody know When Dre’s involved, there’s plenty of money involved And plenty honey’s involved and sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, everyday is just another party From the valleys all the way to them 8 Mile alleys Let’s rally, hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre’s about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You can catch me in the studio, bangin’ out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazing out your speakers So never say never ’cause Shady, Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the The Doc and Shady, no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that a… We came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Yeah, haha! Still Aftermath, 2006! And don’t worry about that Detox album, it’s comin’… We gon’ make Dre do it! Haha! 50 Cent, G-Unit, Obie Trice, D-Twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre! We ain’t leaving, let’s go, haha! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out! Peace! People chanting Eminem’s name Eminem Leaves Slim Shadys Footsteps Oh shit! I almost forgot… Girl screams as Shady pulls out a gun You’re coming with me! Eminem cocks the gun and starts shooting at the audience People start to scream terrified and run Gunshots and shouting Ha ha ha. Bye, bye! Eminem shoots himself See you in hell, fuckers!
Lets go Im surrounded by some real niggas Hey , yessir , Buddah Bless this beat I said I need it This Draco undefeated Hit your block and then I bleed it Go long, these bullets, he receive it I cant see it  My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like its ether Then I leave her, I cant get caught up, I cant be on Cheaters There go them people, you know what it is Go put the dope up fore they breach us Before they breach us Ima get out this bitch and Im strikin, Im throwin my heater Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin Forever Im livin my life like a bleeder Dope boy Im straight out the Nawf, I came up sellin hard Heroin Im straight from the Nawf, I went, bought me a don I jumped off the porch and went bought me a gun We boardin the jet cause my dawg got a warrant We dont give a fuck, bring the stick, where we goin? Im booted up off that Molly, I cover my gun This stick got a ELO, my aim on point Shootin that Glock give me pain in my joints We shoot a fifty-round drum, honey bun I want two thousand, I want both of they tongues I know how to handle it, bust on my damages These niggas cant run, we gon peel everyone You know where Im from, give a fuck how you come Got a stick in the car and it sound like a bomb I came in this bitch with a mil worth of cash Like Bandicoot, we bout to crash No remorse, I put five to your dash Off the porch, bought a Porsche, then I drag Off the building, them young niggas slide Put up 30, now you do the math If you seek on my son, I wont hide Bullets rain, we give him a bath I said I need it This Draco undefeated Hit your block and then I bleed it Go long, these bullets, he receive it I cant see it My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like its ether Then I leave her, I cant get caught up, I cant be on Cheaters There go them people, you know what it is Go put the dope up fore they breach us Before they breach us Ima get out this bitch and Im strikin, Im throwin my heater Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin Forever Im livin my life like a bleeder From the bando to bandit, we makin it happen I like a bitch bougie but keep me a ratchet Winnings fantastic, Cartiers straight out the plastic Diamonds in all of my glasses Im fuckin more bitches than Magic Straight out the basket, they say them young niggas havin The money too old, its growin maggots, nasty Finger-fuck it with the Magnum Im thinkin they forgot the way we paved We been givin too many niggas these passes Fuck it, drop a bag and cash it Who gonna press em the fastest? Extendo barrel elastic, new attachment, shit get tactic They stole the flow , now they tryna run off with the fashion My neck, I freeze it , just give us the reason Make that smoke look easy Couple blue hunnids with the stones, its bleedin Whats your issue? If you got a trigger, just squeeze it Whole block outside, its a street fest Aint no peace treaty These stones around my Jesus, they aint treated They got me heated Dont play with the gang , they know that we be undefeated I get to squeezin When we talkin beef, they say that they vegan Jumpin, no reason We coppin more ice and tuck in the freezer I said I need it This Draco undefeated Hit your block and then I bleed it Go long, these bullets, he receive it I cant see it My wrist look like a snow cone , make her eat it Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like its ether Then I leave her, I cant get caught up, I cant be on Cheaters There go them people , you know what it is Go put the dope up fore they breach us Before they breach us Ima get out this bitch and Im strikin, Im throwin my heater Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin Forever Im livin my life like a bleeder
Metro Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I kept it solid the whole time I aint never, ever play both sides East side nigga bout gunfire Pull up in a van and the door slide We aint never throwin no white flag Gotta get smoke when the bros die They gon spin til the car hot Dont call my phone til some more die New Maybach, I dont need no key I was in the dirt, you didnt believe in me My attention span too short Dont wait for pussy, you teasin me Bad lil vibe, she pleasin me Spend a whole M, yeah, easily I get the cash and put it up fast I think I got JB in me Edge of the bed, she sit up Suckin on me til she got hiccups Back in the day I did stickups Favorite hotbox was a pick up Say you want smoke, dont pick us Face shot, now you cant get up Candlelight gang, nigga, shut up We known for shootin shit the fuck up Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy I got vibes eatin Addys off ass and titties When theres smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me I got real model bitches tryna R&B me All that cap inside your raps, I aint even play your CD We dont go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV I got your bitch and her BB Hit her in the shower, Mimi Next day she tryna see me Told her Im blind, Stevie Nice girls cant even keep me Need a bad girl like RiRi We dont pump fake, we kill beef 21 Savage, not Jeezy I got your bitch in the yo She in the hills on the coke I pull it out of my pants She put it right in her throat Fish scales smellin like polish They brought it right off the boat Front door, back door king I done probably robbed your bro Come up with a plan, better huddle Left wrist lookin like a puddle When Im in the street, its trouble Thats why I stay in my bubble Brand new Rari so fast, when I stomp the pedal to the floor, it stutter I aint use a rubber and I make eggs, thats why Im chasin this butter Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy I got vibes eatin Addys off ass and titties When theres smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me I got real model bitches tryna R&B me All that cap inside your raps, I aint even play your CD Wont go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV When theres smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 Many men wish death upon— Many men wish death upon— Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I cant see Im tryin to be what Im destined to be And niggas tryin to take my life away The evil man envies the good in others What this means is all hatred is really born from hatred of self And can only serve to aid in ones own destruction This is the downfall of many men
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD These niggas wanna shine like me Rhyme like me They dont walk around with a 9 like me They dont want to do it 3 to 9 like me And aint strong enough to take 9 like me Ayo, you think about shittin on fifty, save it My songs belong in the Bible with King Davids I teach niggas sign language, that ain’t deaf, son you heard that? That mean run Ask around, I aint the one you wanna stunt on, pa Pull through, I throw a fucking cocktail at ya car From the last shootout I got a dimple on my face Its nothing, I can go after Mase fan base Shell hit my jaw, I aint wait for doc to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth spit it out I dont smile a lot cause aint nothin pretty Got a purple heart for war and I aint never left the city Hoes be like Fiddy, you so witty On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P. Diddy You got fat while we starve, its my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still wont learn Wont learn If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of Gods plan So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand Dont think Im crazy cause I dont fear man Cause I fear when I kill a man God wont understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan? I been couldve killt these niggas, Im still waitin In the telly with two whores, Benz with two doors 32 karats in the cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1 Hold me down, nigga, OGs tryin to rock me Ds waiting for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga, dont knock me You need some shit with a banana clip to try and stop me Im the one If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back Good die young, I aint eligible for that I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stay in some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range with a Glock, I shoot better than Kobe See a nigga standing next to me, he probably my Co-D See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon blow me See the flow is like a .38, it’s special yall A country boy tell ya I’m finna to blow I’m more like a pimp than a trick, you know You see, I’m in this for the paper, but I don’t love the hoes Niggas broke in the hood worryin about mines Grown ass men wearing starter kit shines You know em little pieces with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossipin start, Im always the topic You too old for that shit, dawg, won’t you stop it? Shorty, Ive been watching you watching me Now you tell me what you like more, my watch or me? Ha ha If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me
Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back Thats four niggas ridin strapped in grandpas Cadillac The voice in my head say, Fuck all these niggas Then I start thinkin, I should rob all these niggas Man, my homies then wan do whatever I wan do I say I wan eat they say shit we wan eat too Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin on front street With the shines on niggas be lookin like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell um come up off that shit fore we start poppin some more Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Im up early in the mornin, tryna make a move We come in here with me shorty take your lil on the school Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this cake Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe But she dont know it, damn, okay, well wait I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone With a gun to her head sayin daddy come home You was rollin poppin bubbly, didnt think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin you And the nine will jam right in my hand Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed I got his homies screamin Buck you need to calm down Niggas be gettin killed everytime you come around We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground She askin God, what my baby done did now? Im takin everything, jewellery I want it all Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall Fuck waitin we gon starve waitin on tomorrow So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow Im impatient like a money hungry rap star I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar The macklI have his brains all over the fuckin sidewalk And Ima be on CNN again, it aint my fault March nigga step, right nigga left G-Unit soldier, Im thuggin til my death Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed Ill whip your head, boy, you know I will Ill whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel Ill whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled Ill whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a 12-gauge shotty And Ja said he shall be The lost forgotten seed of 2Pac To lead this industry into the ways of the man Follow me! Keep my mesh vest as Pacs vest Come get me If you muthafuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah You aint no killa, you a pussy That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy Bitches wearin rags in photos, Jas words bein quoted In The Source, stealin Pacs shit like he just wrote it You loud mouths pray to God, hopin no ones listenin See 50 comin for me, oh my god, ma—my position No onell pay attention to me Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill Ecstasy done got me feelin so invincible And now all of a sudden Im a fuckin madman who screams Like Im Pac, but Im not, enemies, Hennessey Actin like Im great, but Im fake, Im crazy Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shit Im stuck, Im addicted to these drugs, Ima quit Sayin muthafuckas names before somebody fucks me up Aint no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fucka Come get me Motherfucker if you want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Get off that E Fore you try to come and fuck with me Its Aftermath here now Shady Records got it locked La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-locked Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin Institutionalized, my bitches bring me product by the bundles Hustle hard from a cell, G-Unit muthafucka, we ballin Catch me countin cheese and when Im callin, can you accept my call C.O. let me sip on Hennessey, can I sip some more Hell, I done been to jail, I aint scared Mama checkin in my bedroom, I aint there I got a head with no screws in it Muthafuckas thinkin they can stop 50, they losin it Lil nigga named Ja think he live like me Talkin bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit When your lil sweet ass gon come out of the closet? Now he wonderin why DMX blowed him out Next time grown folks talkin, bitch, close your mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real niggas ball to let these bitch niggas beat me Black, yous a muthafuckin punk and you can see me with gloves Quit scarin them fuckin kids with your ugly ass mug And you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want But you and I know whats goin on Nigga payback, Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back Witnessed me strapped with Macs, you know I don’t play that All these old rappers tryin to advance Its all over now, take it like a man Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryna play hate on my shit, man, eat a fat dick Lovin this shit thats how you made me Feelin like I got you niggas crazy Against all odds, hopin my thug muthafuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute Bitch! Ive been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core Hey Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involvin me for Its been a long time comin, like a bless and a check You see 106 and Park fans dont even fuckin respect you Its kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like you thug Runnin around talkin shit that he aint capable of Now let me off this cocksucker whilst we handle you, nigga If I recall, Violator use to manage you, nigga Then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor Theres never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster Dumbass, now whos shootin? Ah made you look You said Bus singin the same old hook, you stupid If yall shootin, I take a look at your man The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam Cheddar Bob ass nigga, start adjustin your plan You let the streets down nigga, pologize to your fans Watch you pull a little stunt like we aint know what it was Little faggot desperate tryin to re-establish a buzz I know the shit is drivin you crazy, you wonderin how The streets aint never want you Beatrice, what you gonna do now? Now if you wanna beef with me, then Im beefin with you I think about the game and what its like and what would it be without you Im finished, I aint tryin to repeat this Just cause Im cool, you shouldnt take my kindness for weakness Oh shit, it was fun Next time you got a problem with me Address me before you try to make shit a public issue, homie Now Ima return back to my regular self And have fun again One Hahaha, BITCH! Haha OUTLAWZ, haha Makaveli the don, haha Since you want to be 2Pac, motherfucker, hahaha 2Pac shoes too big for you to walk in you lil faggot, hahaha
Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMAs my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these snakes You see em back in the hood, its cause I see theyre fake I preach a sermon bout the paper like Im Creflo Dollar I pop you punk niggas like I pop my collar Im confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya Missys freaky and Brandys shy, uh Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up Im on now, God damnit, I done came up Now you can find me with the finest hoes Choosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes I got a fetish for the stones, Im heavy on the ice man If I aint got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife fam Get out of line and Im lightin yo ass up Semi-automatics spray I tighten yo ass up - what? Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Slow down little nigga, dont exceed your speed Cause I will put Gs on your fitted like the Negro League I got connects, I dont need no weed I been in L.A. for a year now, so I dont see no seeds After Im done you: clappin the crew Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too In a minute Ima have the jeweler makin my rims spin My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston Nuttin but bling bling in your face boy; thats why my neck Shine like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a bra She at my balls, head first like a soccer star You can only stand next to the man if you proper I take care of birds like an animal doctor I been out and buzzin, niggas just slept on me So Im out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Read the paper, look at the news, we on the front page Yeah we in the Bahamas with AKs on the stage The ice in the Jacob watchll make a broke nigga take somethin So I gotta keep the fo-fifth with no safety button G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin But play the game like they rich, to me the shit funny I know you see me comin; cause on the front of the Maybach It say payback for those that hated on me I hate when niggas claim they bangin a gang You aint a Crip like Snoop, you aint a Blood like Game See I been havin beef, I got my own bulletproof vest Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left Until my last breath, Im sendin niggas bullet holes Innocent bystanders get hit tryna be heroes You know how we roll, everywhere that we go Its Fo-Fos, Calicos, and Desert Eagles, yeah Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs
Suited and booted, Ive been hit by Cupid Im being recruited Im ready for more, Im ready for war Hold your position, load up ammunition I wont fail this mission Cause, baby, Im yours Cause where Im from We live by the love, die by the love We live for the love, die for the love Yeah, I live for you, love, die for you, love Now many men Many, many, many men, wish death upon me Have mercy on me Cause Im just a prisoner of your army of one But Ill fight to the death or until your heart has won Cause where Im from We live for the love, die for the love We live by the love, die by the love Yeah, I live for you, love, die for you, love Which side? This side, you should switch sides On that acting like a bitch side by the way You need to switch sides right away Love side, hate side, never in between Thats what we stand for, yall fall for anything Westside, Westside, by the way Live forever for love or you can die today Cause where Im from We live by the love, die by the love We live for the love, die for the love Yeah, I live for you, love, die for you, love
You dont see me in the hood Thats cause Im doin this, man Niggas, Im still grindin , I still hearin those sirens Im still gettin chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none, because Im writin more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business Im here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this And I cant let yall derail me, man I got Young Kobie, homie, you gotta let go of Obie Cause Obie be back We got them craps goin on and that ac goin on Soon as a nigga touch down, back from tourin Its whatever , put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, its Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese, rhyme til my voice give out This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now Im here, so shut your motherfuckin mouth And show me love, bitch I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night Theres a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice, thats sorta unique Cause you know its me, my poetrys deep And Im Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You cant sit still, its like tryna smoke crack and go to sleep Im strapped, its known any minute I could snap Im the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You cant pay me enough for you to play me, its cockamanie You just aint zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kit and caboodle Im just brutal, its no rumor, Im numero uno Assume it, theres no humor in it no more, you know Im rollin with a swollen bowlin ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me, bitch I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it aint about the flow, its bout the stones and the chain If I was you, Id love me too, I roll like a boss 911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I aint gon front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape Now shorty mama in precinct, hollerin rape Im convinced, man, somethin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil Kim was hot, til she start fuckin with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD and didnt have no beats That boy DAngelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell My back shotsll help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big been taught Charli BMore to deep-throat I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night
Theres not much you could do or say to phase me People think Im a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie Will have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldnt know how to take me If they heard some shit, Id lay the tape fore they erased me I may be a little too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like Im goin too fast cause my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when Im pushing up daisies And gone as long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates Ill be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die-hard fan who embraced me Im thankful for the talent in which God gave me And Im thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily that jumped and chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You aint gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G Youre only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit youve been saving To say to me, you had all this time to think about it Now dont pussy out and try to about face me Cause Ive been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, its never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, its never enough My flows untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You gon say the wrong shit and get your whole face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it Your shit sounds dated, youre overrated Im obligated to study your moves then crush you motherfuckers If Im the best and the worst, then Gods gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy – you payin attention, boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you aint gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, roll it, bag it or chop it Itll get you high over and over, but you gotta cop it When its hot, its hot, your hatin is undeniable, stop it No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, its never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, its never enough
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin Since the West Coast fell off, the streets been watching The West Coast never fell off, I was sleep in Compton Aftermath been here, the beats been knocking Nate Dogg doing his thing, DPG still popping I got California Love, fuckin bitches to that Pac shit And Westside Connection been had it locked, bitch Im in the rear-view, my guns is cocking I put red dots on a nigga head like Rodman All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty, Im back, niggas hate me Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked Got shot, came back, jumped on Dres back Payback, homie, Im bringing C.A. back And I dont do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record labels tryna advance Aftermath bitch, take it like a motherfucking man If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell em where you from If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell em where you from Im low-riding, homie, six-trey Impala Gold Ds spinning, chrome hydraulics Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathing Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini Gangbanging is real, homie, Im living proof Like Snoop Dogg C-walking on top of the Devils roof Rap critics wanna converse about this and that Cause red strings in his Converse, and this a Dre track Keep gibbering and jabbing, I pull the .38 Magnum And get to clickin and clacking Your homies wanna know what happened Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin Prior to rapping, I was drug trafficking In the dope spot, playing John Madden Homie, I aint bragging, I took five You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45 If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell em where you from If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell em where you from New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, Im doing my thing Got me fucking with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens And Buck told me in Cashville, Im good when I come through So I aint gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh Im gangsta—more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now, who got the juice? You niggas is Nutso, Ill take off your roof Leave your ass stretched out like a Cadillac coupe God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit Ive been through I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest And I dont contemplate whether not he left his shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back, Im starting to feel the pressure Im lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell em where you from If you take a look in my eyes See Ill be a gangsta til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell em where you from

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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/50-cent"

🤖 HuggingArtists Model 🤖

50 Cent

@50-cent

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

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Languages

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/50-cent")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train	validation	test
840	-	-

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/50-cent")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

More Information Needed

Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

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Who are the source language producers?

More Information Needed

Annotations

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

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Discussion of Biases

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Other Known Limitations

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Additional Information

Dataset Curators

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Licensing Information

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Citation Information

@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

About

Built by Aleksey Korshuk

For more details, visit the project repository.

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Number of rows:

840

Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/50-cent

huggingartists/50-cent

Text Generation • Updated Aug 11, 2022 • 20 • 1

Dataset Card for "huggingartists/50-cent"

Dataset Summary

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

Languages

How to use

Dataset Structure

Data Fields

Data Splits

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

Who are the source language producers?

Annotations

Annotation process

Who are the annotators?

Personal and Sensitive Information

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

Discussion of Biases

Other Known Limitations

Additional Information

Dataset Curators

Licensing Information

Citation Information

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Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/50-cent