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| موضوع: 50cent - The massacre الإثنين فبراير 22, 2010 2:48 pm | |
| Intro"
[CD opening]
[Lady Speaking:] To all my fans, Love 50 Cent Happy Valentine's Day, Hmmm...
[Reading CD back] [Gun shots and screams] [Bullet l is dropping]
"In My Hood"
[Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a l left in my heat Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin' I'm from Southside mothaa, where the gats explode If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass I won't , gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk
[Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood
[Verse 2] I don't trust a mothain' soul when the D's come they fool On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe To have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your place Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin' Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin' They make it harder and harder to pump on the block I'm a hustler, how the I'm supposed to eat when its hot
[Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood
[Verse 3] That house party off the hook, until the shots go off Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin' Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin' Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin' Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot] You know not to do good now
[Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood
"This Is 50" [Intro] This is 50
[Chorus] I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 1] I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothaa out this bitch I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich Now what you know about movin' that Pervuian and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks
[Chorus x2] I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 2] Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips
[Chorus x2] I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit
[Bridge] Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit
[Outro] This is 50 Yeah nigga cherish me Like the water you drink Like the air you breathe You need me to live Yeah
"I'm Supposed To Die Tonight" [Intro - 50 Cent] Ahh man You know where the niggas be at right? Take me to 'em
[Chorus- 50 Cent] All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' I'm supposed to die tonight niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay I'm down to ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded I'm down to ride tonight We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] This is nothin' new, I been in the position before Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired Don't be stupid, find out who you in' wit son 'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done Its elementary, life is but a dream You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel
[Chorus - 50 Cent] All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' I'm supposed to die tonight niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay I'm down to ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded I'm down to ride tonight We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent] In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper And pray for my downfall, I understand it all But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace I shine so hard, I make mothaas wanna kill me Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy When I come out to play, had my mom been with me You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand
[Chorus - 50 Cent] All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' I'm supposed to die tonight niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay I'm down to ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded I'm down to ride tonight We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded Somebody gon' die tonight
"Piggy Bank"
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent] I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine C'mon man, you know how I shine I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club" My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud Jada don't with me if you wanna eat Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent] Yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah
[Verse 2- 50 Cent] Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell He don't want it with me, he in PC I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank For just a few pennies out my piggy bank Yayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203 Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see Looked at a picture and said she looks like me Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots After your next move I'll give you what I got
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent] Yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah
[Bridge- 50 Cent] I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed
[Outro- 50 Cent] Yeah Yeah Hahahaha Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin' You gotta do somethin' baby I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin' nigga everybody's listenin' Hahahaha I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that I mean damn rep your hood nigga nigga you hard right? Pop off Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone And tell the niggas I said grip up niggas got a green light on these monkies Hahahaha
"Gatman And Robbin" (feat. Eminem )[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent] Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded I'm on my way
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gatman There's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and a batman What the are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed They say Batman
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady The worst baby, put your hands on my people I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B You with me, you see I'll react like an animal, I'll tear you apart If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo) So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber Danger, anger will change ya And make ya aim that and squeeze
[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gat man There's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and a batman
Mothaa you retarded, you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed We're walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you started I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT He's got my back, I got his back, BACK Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in, To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip, Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable Some shit'll never boil over Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone but let it be known there will be no sit downs With no Daves and 'Zinos There will be no peace discussions with me There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea Just quit in with me and ill gladly quit in with you Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be Or we'll be back with a:.
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] Gatman There's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and a batman What the are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
[Verse 3- 50 Cent] nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted I don't give a , I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it Got 'em on the scheme, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it You cross me and you gon' make a cemetery visit That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it Showcases drop, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get hit with copper tops When drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops They say no, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gat man There's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and a bat, man What the are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
"Candy Shop" (feat. Olivia)
[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah... Uh huh So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollypop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can have it your way, how do you want it You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia] Girl what we do (what we do) And where we do (and where we do) The things we do (things we do) Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent] Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before Cause I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone I touch the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she wind Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on And we gon' sip til every bubble in every bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]
"Outta Control"
[Intro - 50 Cent] Yeah Shady Aftermath
[Chorus - 50 Cent] I guess you didn't know I be back for more Everybody's on the floor Goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge - 50 Cent] Set it off from your left dawg Set it off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set if off
[Verse 1] Sick with it boy, better get wit it what In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh Just move it to the music its on To the sound of 50 and D-R-E Everythings calculated in time percised Never move another mill let's get right aight Success is my drug of choice I'm high off life Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice Shorty do what you wanna do Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt
[Chorus - 50 Cent] I did my thang in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dance floor, jam-packed I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge - 50 Cent] Set it off from your left dawg Set if off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set it off
[Verse 2] System thumpin', dance floor jumpin' We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin' Thats what you get, you in my hood I thought you understood You know me, VIP, no ID Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG Bitches break their necks to be where I be Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it And remind you that you rockin' with the realest
[Chorus - 50 Cent] I did my thang in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dance floor, jam-packed I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge - 50 Cent] Set it off from your left dawg Set it off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set it off
[Verse 3] I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo' A little dose of it, now I want some more No body put that thang on me like that before I be a fiend for it, its the way you move But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it
[Chorus - 50 Cent] I did my thang in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dance floor, jam-packed I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge - 50 Cent] Set if off from your left dawg Set it off from your right dawg Set it off nigga I said set it off
"Get In My Car"
[Intro] Uhhhhh Yeah Uhhhhh Yeah
[Verse 1] I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, mothaas freeze up when I come through Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel I might smile and say whats up but I don't with you niggas My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in I don't play but I'm a playa till the mothain' end [gunshots]
[Chorus x2] I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do' Bitch get in my car
[Verse 2] Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch I ain't shiting these hoes, man I'm bout my paper If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her Backseat of my jeep, till I up her make up Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey My game with a bitch brain till she think she wifey Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me Committment for me, uhh nah not likely When I with Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin' But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]
[Chorus x2] I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do' Bitch get in my car
[Verse 3] Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough Find out when you in' broke, love won't get you on the bus Man you should see the pretty bitches that be in' me They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love 69's the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh? My conversations so deep, I get in your head Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed [gunshots]
[Chorus x2] I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do' Bitch get in my car
[Outro] Hahaha Quit playin' bitch get it You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit [Gunshots]
"Ski Mask Way"
[Intro] Yeah I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin I'ma catch you sumthin
[Chorus]
nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought from me that chain is nice that's what you bought from me them earrings is nice That's what you bought from me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money
[Verse 1] You wanna spray at me? Go head The last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Ya little sister callin you stupid Reason why? Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna Im serious man I'm so sincere This the flow right here that ed up Jeffery's career Make money, take money Yeah nigga yeah
[Chorus]
nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought from me that chain is nice that's what you bought from me them earrings is nice That's what you bought from me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money
[Verse 2]
Whos dat peepin in my window Wow The feds on me now They know when im sleepin They know when im wake I know they got my phone taped im screamin jake Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad news V-A now that sounds great I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy waitin to get ed I holla at A-I peoples to get gats They charged me 500 a piece for two macs Then im back doin me Im back out on a spree Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me The more product I take the more paper we see Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key
[Chorus]
nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought from me that chain is nice that's what you bought from me them earrings is nice That's what you bought from me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money
"A Baltimore Love Thing" [Intro- 50 Cent] She loves me, she loves me not Yeah she loves me not
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in Relapse you back bitch, don't ever try that again All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin' But we have a bond and its not to be broken
[Hook x2- 50 cent] We got a love thing, girl you try to leave me But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl in' with me, you can be all you can be
[Verse 2- 50 Cent] Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me I heard she biual, she with that girl But boy, oh boy, in' wit me is a whole 'nother world After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin' I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "ual Healing" Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm in' with you I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy
[Hook x2- 50 cent] We got a love thing, girl you try to leave me But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl in' with me, you can be all you can be
[Verse 3- 50 Cent] I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a in' fiend Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you Push me inside you, no other man can loves you like I do Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should It was written long before, it was carved in a tree Forever me and you baby we were meant to be There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes
[Hook x2- 50 cent] We got a love thing, girl you try to leave me But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl in' with me, you can be all you can be
"Ryder Music"
[Intro] Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back, crew
[Verse 1] Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my teflon on and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't with these clown niggas In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock soar I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get me confused Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth T&T around, I can still make blow move
[Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go]
[Verse 2] Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good On the low, I done ed half of Hollywood Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows In my favorite position, you know how it goes In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug My flows crack you listen, your in' brains on drugs Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
[Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) (Let's go)
[Verse 3] My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin' Like the stones on my wrist Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit I'm fallin', in love with success Entrepeneure, connoisseur, I maneuver the best Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turns Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid In '99, I had a vision and made a decision Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up
[Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) (Let's go)
"Disco Inferno"
[Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake... shake... shake that ass girl.
[Verse 1] Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about. The flow sounds sicker over Dre' drums nigga, I ain't stupid - I see Doc and my dope come quicker. Whoa! Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that assss girl. I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here. Oooohh. I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimey, what's good? Outside, the Benz on dubs - I'm in the club wit the snubs - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'. Uuuhhh.
[Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.
[Verse 2] Let's party, everybody stand up. Everybody put ya hands up. Let's party, everybody bounce wit me. Sip champagne and burn a little greenery. This hot. Disco Inferno, let's go. You are now rockin wit a pro. I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho'. Get my drank on nigga on the dance floor. Look homie I don't dance all i do is this. It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist. Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this. Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit. You mix a lil' Cris with a little Don Perignon. And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on. Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right, we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.
[Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.
[Verse 3] You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'. Uh-huh. Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes. U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah. Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain. G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a notch. Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot. Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco. Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!
[Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.
"Just A Lil' Bit"
[Intro] Yeah Shady Aftermath G-Unit
[Verse 1] Damn baby all I need is a lil bit A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang Let me see it go up and down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang Can you make it go round and round I step up in the club, I'm like who you with G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves I don't give a , I do what I wan' do I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know
[Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show ya how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit Get to lickin' and ing a lil bit
[Verse 2] This is 50, comin' out your stereos Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro' Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg She musta heard about the dough Now captain come on and save a hoe I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain Number one on the chart, all the time mayn When the kid in the house, I turn it out Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn I get close enough to her so I know she can hear System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
[Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show ya how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit Get to lickin' and -- a lil bit
[Bridge] Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me) My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me) I ain't playin', I'ma tryna tonight (ya heard me) Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon
[Chorus x2] All a nigga really need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show ya how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit Get to lickin' and -- a lil bit
"Gunz Come Out" [Chorus x2] Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about) Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 1] I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm in' crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang The semi auto spray, run if you get away I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
[Chorus x2] Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about) Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 2] In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em You cut 'em once and keep fight, it just keep cuttin' em Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel around and get ya cap peeled nigga you know the drill, Brownsville Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo Feed the wolves, they eat the food And they ?? fathom too nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York Gangstas who signed with me actually let their guns talk I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips I don't know karate, but I split the bricks I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch
[Chorus x2] Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about) Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 3] I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya In case your dumbass wanna tussle AR-15, co-exist to make the l case muffle Scope, infrared, run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head Contract killa, murder for the scrilla Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready No exception to the rule, death is promised Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas Got respect for you, ?? I will comodate you One phone call and niggas will exterminate you No future in' with me, there's no tomorrow niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest
[Chorus x2] Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about) Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
"My Toy Soldier"
[Intro- 50 Cent] You ready? OK let me wind you up Do it exactly the way i say do it man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me? Get up nice and close (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my mu'in toy Soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier I say it's on, then it's on Until ya life is over, in wit my Toy Soldier If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so close, now follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin' They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em Here's what to do if you see him approach me, Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me. Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney Everytime I come around they call the police on me Thats why the D's in the precinct know me They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne Mad as a mothaa that I'm holdin See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man Hold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kill mua You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker Every word out my mouth is felt That ?? I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will melt Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich, gored, ya head all taped up niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Haha, my soldiers around in this, some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down Black tint on the Testarossa, Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit We organize discipline, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo] [Wierd intro by Yayo]
I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's 50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract 50 grand, and 50 man
[chorus]
"Position Of Power"
[Intro] Hahaha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha
[50 Cent] Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill ya if you with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww nigga don't trip You gon' make me get on some shit Run up on you quick What up, you're whipped Aww nigga don't trip You gon' get ya monkey ass hit Run in ya whip tryna with my clique Aww nigga don't trip Case you didn't know who this is Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Aww nigga don't trip
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam Murcielago, top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand I plan to head out west and plant my feet down A nigga big as King Kong in the street now I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus- 50 Cent] nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You around if you wanna
[Verse 2- 50 Cent] Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch niggas know my stage, they don't with me son You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back Type shit you recline to in the Maybach I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain You know a nigga still really tryna move cane Make a lil extra money on the side mayn I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin' I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus- 50 Cent] nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You around if you wanna
"Build You Up"
[Jamie Foxxx] La la la la la la Ooh I'd lie for you baby Ooh I'd die for you baby
[50 Cent overlapping] I build you up But if ever I fall down And I need you to pick me up Promise me you'll be around Hold me down I'll build you up
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] Listen if you let me, I'll be the reason you shine Its a secret I want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter They can play it on the radio, a hundred times a day I figure when you hear it, you would stop and think of me I wanna get to know ya and be the reason you smile Girl, you know where I'm from, you know how I get down When times are tough, tell me that I'm special Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend Precious stones, could you put me before them If so, I'll see to it that they always around Nothin' but the best now, how does that sound If I drop a jewel when we talk you can keep it Girl, you on my mind all the time, its a secret
[Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx] Baby I'll build you up Girl if I, never show I have you by my side I build you up Girl I need to know for sure you're mine I need to know for sure
[Verse 2- 50 Cent] I think about you thinkin' that you feel the same way Was it just my imagionation again runnin' away If you ready to ride girl come on let's roll G-55 fly ma let's go Its hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my present Your smile makes me smile, I'll show you my style We can shop a lil bit, I pick out my shit One pair at a time, till your shoe games sick Now who knows what the future holds, we'll be together probably For better or worst, like Whitney and Bobby If you wanna play house, we can play house then But wait why pretend if you can move in Before I be your buddy in bed, let me be your best friend Girl, its more than lust, I want your trust You keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Cause I know with you by my side, there's nothin' I can't do
[Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx] Baby I'll build you up Girl if I, never show I have you by my side I build you up Girl I need to know for sure you're mine I need to know for sure
"God Gave Me Style"
[Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one It ain't my fault
[Bridge] I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me When my cds drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed I'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream Best deal I made was tradin' the mic for that triple beam. I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell I need no answers to these questions, cuz time will tell Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl Don't much good come from me, but my music Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it (Yeaaah!)
[Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one It ain't my fault
[Bridge] I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down
[Verse 2- 50 Cent] Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind I'm a sponge, knowledge and wisdom, I absorb fast I'm in a class by myself, you do the math
[Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
"So Amazing"
[Chorus- Olivia] Summer, winter, spring, and fall I'll be around to catch ya calls Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing)
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] I'm from city to city to shop the show See me I been gridin' across the globe I hustle hard to get the grib fa sho' So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone Tell me, whats on your mind when you're alone Have ya touchin' on yourself, girl all in the zone Now if I turned you on What things I say would I be wrong Then I wouldn't wanna be right Matter fact I'd be on the next flight Tryna get it on with you tonight Do the things you like Touch the right spot, have ya piped and hot While the wind blow through your hair in the drop Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the And let me to what I do until you climax You can go straight to sleep after its all over In the mornin' roll over and we can start over
[Chorus- Olivia] Summer, winter, spring, and fall I'll be around to catch ya calls Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing)
[Verse 2- 50 Cent] Yeah I called just to say hope you havin' a nice day You're special, I get into you, oops I mean I'm into you Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie Better yet to watch you climb into the jacuzzi Bubbles in the bath, don in the glass Funny how time flies when you full of laughs Its fun but before long, a nigga gotta dash For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash To come quick, so I don't with the stash I know you like pumps and boots I like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme some loot I put a spell on you, I like to call it a spell In the bedroom, workin' it well, I don't kiss and tell But I don't care if you kiss and tell You can tell your girlfriend the details
[Chorus x2- Olivia] Summer, winter, spring, and fall I'll be around to catch ya calls Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing)
"I Don't Need 'Em"
[Intro] Yeah It is what it is man Uh huh
[Verse 1] Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin' The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin' Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me When it come to in' coke, they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm First to let off, last to run, everytime its on
[Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick Get the out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin'
[50 Cent] What, niggas yeah Is there a mothain' problem nigga Oh yeah That's what I thought so, pussy
[Verse 2] niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire Up a fence runnin, cut my in' hand on a barb wire Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole in' brain split They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at Thought you was ed, cause you was lettin' paper stack You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya
[Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick Get the out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin'
[Outro] What? Who said they gonna do somethin' to me You must be out your rabbid ass mind around and kill one of these niggas
"Hate It Or Love It (G-Unit Remix)" [Intro] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope Tossed and turn in my sleep at night Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 2 - The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo So niggas better get up outta mine Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Bridge - 50 Cent] From the beginnin' to end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change But its stayin' the same
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is with ya When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score And if not, then that'll be me on the floor
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 4 - Tony Yayo] I started out at fifteen, scared as hell I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces Mama with me and when she found my pieces I look back on life and think God I'm blessed We the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Verse 5 - Young Buck] You know I'm still nice with my ed game Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time, homie I'm still all good Let me show what a thug that born to die I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five And I ain't even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
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