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This is 50
I, dont know what you take me for
I, really dont play that shit
I, aint got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga its killin me
Not to spray this shit
I got enough ammo shots blow I put a hole
In any motherfucker out this bitch
I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose
You gon be strong enough to take this shit
Im in the hood ridin round with a chrome four pound
Can you see through the limousine tints?
I do dirt, the gat bust, I get to kickin up dust
fore the Jakes come around here kid
Niggas get knocked if Ds start askin question
My name end up in all types of shit
Ill be a gangsta nigga til I die fo sho
Whether Im po or Im filthy rich
Now what you know about movin that Peruvian flake
For that cake, I get rid of dem bricks
I, dont know what you take me for
I, really dont play that shit
I, aint got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
I, dont know what you take me for
I, really dont play that shit
I, aint got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
Now I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22s
Every time I get a brand new whip
I rode around in the 5 til my money got right
Then I went back and got that six
Im in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day
I call it the milk truck and shit
Ill have your ho eyeballin at the light, damn pimpin
You should take time to check that bitch
Find me ridin through the hood actin like its all good
But Im looking for a jux and shit
In the middle of the night, you can turn on the light
Find me and my niggas in yo crib
Nigga holla if theres a problem and yo niggas got drama
I got burners for sale and shit
Got them MACs, got them 9s, got them techs full of dime
Hollow-tips and them extra clips
I, dont know what you take me for
I, really dont play that shit
I, aint got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
I, dont know what you take me for
I, really dont play that shit
I, aint got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
Man Im tired of tellin niggas over and over
Erything about me be gangsta
Man Im tired of tellin niggas over and over
I wont hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man Im tired of tellin niggas over and over
They cant hustle when Im in this shit
Man Im tired of tellin niggas over and over
You dont listen, you gon get yo ass hit
Yeah, nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah |
N-Y, N-Y, til I D-ie
N-Y, N-Y, till I D-ie
Im on it
Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
Its never on safety
Im on it
Niggas know when Im around, fuck around its goin down
No ifs or maybes
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZs
Niggas gettin cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
Youll get your big break, man
You niggas aint seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack
That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that
That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get?
Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil my last check
Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that
That Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at
That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin, man, Im passed that
Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ
Girl face on my time piece, ridin around with my crimeys
These broke niggas so grimy, I let em hold the steel, I tell em shoot to kill
I put south side on my back, I aint talkin bout no tat
When Im outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere Im at
Im on it
Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
Its never on safety
Im on it
Niggas know when Im around, fuck around its goin down
No ifs or maybes
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZs
Niggas gettin cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
Youll get your big break, man
All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw
I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you
My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo
Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds dont have a blues clues
Thumbing over, dont know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you
If I get caught I dont boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo
He gonna bail me out in seconds, please dont let this rap shit fool you
I send shooters to your home, see I dont need no songs to move you
My gorilla goin ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you
Put you in a box like new shoes, yous a bitch pull down your tu-tu
When it come to gettin money all I know is we need bookoos
Speakin only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you
Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
Its never on safety
Im on it
Niggas know when Im around, fuck around its goin down
No ifs or maybes
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZs
Niggas gettin cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
Youll get your big break, man |
Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like were supposed to
Cause were gonna win
Consider this the theme song for victory
The shit you say to yourself when you make history
Im trying to make it feel like the first time
Like a junkie Im sort of chasing my first high
Im focused, Im disciplined, Im ready
Mentally on point, sharp as a machete
Hard work, I work hard, I get the job done
Theres only one number 1, nigga, Im number 1
Im confident, you can call it vain or conceited
Cars, clothes, I need it
Condos, condoms and bad bitches to be with
Run with a winner, baby
Be unconventional, freak me off with friends maybe
You can be my girl, be my fair weather friend
Or you could be my, yeah yeah, be my friend til the end
Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like were supposed to
Cause were gonna win
I got that disease ambition, success is the cure
They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure
I got dopeboy bonds, Einstein brains
The heart of a nigga homicidal on the chain gang
I want yachts and drops, I got spots to watch
I wanna see what life is like from the mountain top
Who says skys the limit? Im limitless, I just took the pill
Why you think a nigga slow flow so ill?
Be careful, the shit I got is highly contagious
We hustled til it had us all locked up in cages
Time gon fly when niggas been bidding for ages
War stories and wounds, back and forth, a nigga been trading
For the root of all evil, Lord said its for Satan
We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making
I guess its all risk versus rewards
A nigga risk it all for the broads
Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like were supposed to
Cause were gonna win
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like were supposed to
Cause were gonna win |
10..
Mm, MMM, mmm, mmm
If you need me baby Im, FOR, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise..
If you want it baby just, BE, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise
Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
We went through this before
Actin like the Ls cant bag em no more
Nightgown draggin on the heated marble floor
Flash Cartier when you open up the door - slide these on baby
So butter, still relate to the gutter
Just your lifestyles different, spirit uplifted
Fell in love with a cat whos gifted
Turn you back to paradise, damn I missed it
Pop a bottle, light a purple candle
I got somethin that you cant quite handle, thats why you love me
Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely
Im sayin baby
Touch it why dontcha touch it why dontcha
Touch it why dontcha touch it why dontcha
Hey girl.. aw, girl!
Hey girl, I wanna rock your world
If you need me baby Im, FOR, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise..
If you want it baby just, BE, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise
Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
Next phase is this
Black sand, Tahiti, ten days to reminisce
Gods my witness
I paid the price for paradise, so Im livin this
I never limit myself, the Ls fearless
Lay back while I illuminate the darkness
Like it smooth dontcha
Make it move wontcha, think I wont?
Take you to your peak I know them other cats dont
And it wont stop - this is beyond paper
First I get your mind right, then I might drape ya
Never pimpin, raise my girls well
Young thoroughbreds get schoolled by Uncle L.L
C-double, L tattooed on the bubble
I lay the mink down, let you walk over a puddle
True love is so rare
But dont you worry I aint goin nowhere
If you need me baby Im, FOR, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise..
If you want it baby just, BE, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise
Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
Trust me, trust me, trust - me, baby
Rest of your life Ill take you to paradise
Ill take you to paradise, oooohh
So wont you try me, try me - try, this, lady
Rest of your life Ill take you to paradise
Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
Belly to belly, one hand on the jelly
At the telly on the celly - get that money Elle
Please believe it, if the mind can conceive it
Then the man can achieve it; you gotta breathe it
And I breathe deep, Im one with the universe
Minimum, ten percent go to God first
Lay back baby, close your eyes
Ice on the pinky finger froze your thighs
So much shade baby, the waterbed fries
Walk around nude in the suite yellin, Recognize!
Do your dance, baby pour me a class
It feels so good to have the world in a smash
Touch it why dontcha touch it why dontcha
Touch it why dontcha touch it why dontcha
Hey girl.. aw, girl!
Hey girl, I wanna rock your world
If you need me baby Im, FOR, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise..
If you want it baby just, BE, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise
Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
Trust me, trust me, trust - me, baby
Rest of your life Ill take you to paradise
Ill take you to paradise, oooohh
So wont you try me, try me - try, this, lady
Rest of your life Ill take you to paradise
Im gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
Yea yea, gotta keep your eyes on the prize baby
Skys the limit
If you can see it, you can be it
Ha ha, its on you, word up
Everybody put your hands in the air
Its high time baby
One love, one God, recognize, uhh
If you need me, just call me
Said if you want me, just be for reallll
And if you like me, come and talk to me
And if you want me, tell me how you feeelll
If you need me baby Im, FOR, real
The rest of your life, Ill take you to paradise..
If you... |
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money aint no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Get ya fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They aint about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
Ill stop em from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They aint about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
Ill stop em from talking like that
Im the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap aint on the shit that Im on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC
But when I come through, shhh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
Or the hoes I got - catching stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, he love the kids , 50 on that killer shit
That big mobster bad man, BGF guerrilla shit
Im marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon eat, and you gon starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
Ill turn your kids to a shooter
Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They aint used to a G like you, BOW!
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They aint about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
Ill stop em from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They aint about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
Ill stop em from talking like that
He think he a killer but we gon just pay him a visit
Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like Im John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like LeBron James
Holla my name, give me a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until theres no more bullets in the chamber
Aint nothing like when you get popped
And dont know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, Do your dirt all by your lonely
So I go hit them niggas fore 50 couldnt even hold me
Im waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just dont discuss
So point him out and watch I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching yall
Motherfucker!
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They aint about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
Ill stop em from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They aint about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
Ill stop em from talking like that
Come on, nigga
I aint here to make no friends, just cut the cheques
I got a long pump thatll blow your stupid ass up the steps
Begging niggas dont understand, no
Probably cause my hand glow when Im anticipating the Lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning, so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
Til they laid out in the hospital, eating apple sauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, for danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change
Youll probably feel on a handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
Theres only one team on top; we number one with a Glock
Dont fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They aint about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
Ill stop em from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They aint about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
Ill stop em from talking like that |
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
Muthafucka
Uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas
And Ill smack the fuckin shit out your favorite DJ man
Yall know what the fuck it is man
Yeah, street justice muthafucka
Yo, yo, check it out fifty
You handle the bitch-ass rap niggas
Imma handle the bitch-ass DJ niggas
We gon bring justice to the game
Straight muthafuckas
Thats the sound of the man, cockin that thang - that thaaaang
Thats the sound of the man, clappin that thang - thaaang
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin, I got ya
Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz Im on the edge
Im finna put a shell in a nigga head
I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
Homie that took the hit on me couldnt shoot
They say Im skinny now, but I look big in a coupe
My cousin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
Got shot the fuck up tryin to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, yall niggas is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name aint preacher
If you a pimp like Ken why them hoes dont treat ya?
If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
This flows God sent, its bound to reach ya
Problem child, Im familiar with problems
I know how to solve em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em
Shoot em up, rob em
In the hood we starvin, you dont want problems
Problem child
And why cant you be man enough
To tell me where youre comin from
They say you can never repay the price for takin a mans life
Im in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
Im nice, yall niggas cant hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, yall niggas cant bang wit fifty
For every bar in the rhyme, theres a shell and a nine
For every stone in the cross, theres a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
You can check C-N-N for the War Report
See the drama got me ridin with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas aint gon do me like Sammy did Gotti
Ill do it myself, I dont need no help
Give me a knife, Ill get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, Ill take a fuckin car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me cuz they couldnt beat me one-on-one
Problem child, Im familiar with problems
I know how to solve em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em
Shoot em up, rob em
In the hood we starvin, you dont want problems
Problem child
And why cant you be man enough
To tell me where youre comin from
I mustve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
This cities split posed to let black cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin your ass
I got God Understand Me tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, Imma tattoo it again
Im the young buck that let the gun buck
Roll the window down and say: Wassup, niggas get ready to duck
My heart is a house, homie, fear don’t live here
Nigga believe me when I say I dont care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my lucks hard I still count my blessings
See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin
Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy Imma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnt live in my tier
Problem child, Im familiar with problems
I know how to solve em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em
Shoot em up, rob em
In the hood we starvin, you dont want problems
Problem child |
Yeah, Im fuckin with this
Its that classic shit, that gangsta shit, yeah
Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin what if?
Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin what if?
Homie I play the block tryin to get my packs off - sayin what if?
Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?
If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
Niggas in the hood, man they just wouldnt love me
If I wore a suit every day like Jay-Z
Niggas would think I bump my fuckin head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
Every chance niggas get, theyd try and play me
But I move around with a little .380
A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
If I smoked weed all day like Snoop do
Id see the world different through my dilated pupils
If I bust dance moves on you like Usher
Niggasll say 50 that aint gangsta, fuck ya
Man Ima just keep doin what I do
Cause niggas cant do me, better than I do, ha ha
Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin what if?
Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin what if?
Homie I play the block tryin to get my packs off - sayin what if?
Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?
What if I had blockbuster flicks like Will Smith?
And all the backpack niggas loved me like Mos Def
Id probably be a cool-ass nigga like Ice Cube
Picture me in this flick right now lookin so cool
What if I was a low-key nigga, just laid back?
Hustle to keep a homie round, somebody to hold the gat
Man what if Halle Berry was my next baby moms?
Shit Id give that child support up with no problems
If I caught a case and jumped bail Id get caught
Cause Im that nigga everybody know from New York
But if I was the new rap nigga you didnt know
Youd be sayin Damn that kid got a sick flow
What if I just cruised through your hood on 22s
Bumpin Curtis Mayfield or Marvin, somethin smooth
And if I let the top down on the Azure
Yeah thatd make you sick to your stomach Im sure, ha ha
Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin what if?
Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin what if?
Homey I play the block tryin to get my packs off - sayin what if?
Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if? |
Yeah, I like the way this feel
This make me wanna just, G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
Buck somethin, hahaha
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye, nigga
Survive the shots or die, nigga
They cant hold me
Im Lloyd Banks the one and only
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
They aint a government around that can control me
Oh no!
Uhh, Im on that Doggystyle shit, man I dont love a hoe
Poppa wasnt round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas wouldnt be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah thats where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, aintcha tired of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein another niggas dunn-dunn
We all know friendships turnin sour when you gettin it
Some niggas hate me in the hood, but I dont owe them niggas shit
Smilin all up my face like I dont know them niggas sick
But I can care less, Im on the Island and Im gettin rich
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye, nigga
Survive the shots or die, nigga
Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty South get it nigga
Feds try and question me, they run up in my ho-tel
They said there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New York City hell they throwin niggas under jails
I got love for them and I aint even from there
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, Im still in the game nigga
Theres somethin bout the sound of a trey pound
That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down
See every time we round, you hear some shots go off
And niggas get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off
Shoot-outs in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these niggas softer than Sade
Ima keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don, motherfucker
We got the Hei-ny
So make one wrong move and youre dyin
Aint no time for coppin a plea and cryin
Cause my niggas aint gon stop ridin
Til you gone
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye, nigga
Survive the shots or die, nigga
I got a handgun habit, nigga front Ill let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
Im allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas
Front and Ill put your brains on that curb fast, nigga
I aint a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I dont play bitch
Move like Im militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas cant move me
I squeeze til I run out of ammo, if its a problem its handled
I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
Its crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First theres crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We dont go to funerals, but well go to your wake, fam
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake, man
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye, nigga
Survive the shots or die, nigga
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye, nigga
Survive the shots or die, nigga |
Woo wooo
Haha
G-Unit!
We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers
We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem
When them hollow tips hit em, man, that should solve em
We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
Theyve been used once or twice and they all for sale
Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Im the reason them thangs in my hood go bang!
I got that trey deuce, I call that, my nigga behave
16 gauge in case you niggas wanna get crazy
When a sawed off hit your body parts, they fall off
You get hit in the leg, man, you cant even crawl off
When that AK switch to automatic to spray
Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray
I got silences and scopes, military issued pistols
Holla at me, whatever you need, homie, I can get you
Nickname rubber grips, hollow tips, extra clips
You dont want your shit to jam, better buy a cleaning kit
Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest
You pop off, they pop back and you get left a bloody mess
MAC-11, MAC-10, time for some action
Dump a clip out this bitch, see how niggas act then
Got guns and ammo, they all for sale
Clips included, youre responsible for your bail
We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers
We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem
When them hollow tips hit em, man, that should solve em
We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
Theyve been used once or twice and they all for sale
G stand for Gangster, Unit stand for U Niggas In Trouble
Better lock and load on the double, G-Unit!
Fresh out the box, 40 Cali Glocks
Calico 20 shot, street sweepers clear the block
Im that nigga niggas call when them shots pop
Take em to my grandmama basement, show em what I got
Look, I got three 380s, a TEC and two M1s
Ice came through on some shit and bought him one
Them young boys from the projects crazy
He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby
Buck came through saying 50, show me some love
Sold him a dub-dub, something he can sneak in the club
Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub, he gave me some bud
I gave him a pound, gave me a hug, love is love
I take it back to the NWA days
Fuck Jake, my CDs raise the crime rate in the tri-state
Got some Rugers, some SIGs, some Colts
My nigga, for real, holla at the kid
We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers
We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem
When them hollow tips hit em, man, that should solve em
We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
Theyve been used once or twice and they all for sale
Yeah, man, yall niggas got any problems?
Yall know where yall can reach me at, man
19174991919, homie
You know what I mean, holla at the kid
You know what I mean?
So what it got bodies on it, it still look new! Haha |
You only get as far as the motherfuckers you talk to for no reason
Youll be as successful as the motherfuckers that you talk to for no reason
If you spendin your day talking to a nigga that ain’t got nothing going on
What the fuck kind of information could he offer you?
Uh, uh
Uh
I know niggas thats not about it, bitch, Im bout it bout it
Know niggas that powder body, got bodies I turn to powder
Close to baby pussy, wreckin that baby pussy
Reckless in any move, be reckless, Ima make a movie
Got two piece, Ruly, Rugers got me rulin
You foolin round with savages mad packages
Technical massacres, massage my temple
Chillin with demons tonight, got you on yo knees, temple
السَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ, call Lakim
Got him to shoot three, like Lakim, killed the kingpin
Microphone boxer, lick a buck
Uh, fuck a Jeremy Lin, got his ankles
In a bin filled with sin, sinister sinner
But, I never had a bitch be my friend, my 11th commandment
Might demand-aments, fuck boys dont get it bent
Just give me the rent
That boy resent me cause Im the illest MC
Worded to the OG who told me
Fuck the police, they locked my mans up
Free p-o-p, free v-o-n, free—
So, we got black foes, when you black, the po
Dont wanna, fuck around, they on yo back, could go
Blast at your black Timbs and pistols, bro
Them pistols go, Bratt!, where your sister go
And Im not posed to pressure these pussies playin to pressure
Comin, my obsession, no recollection, Im drillin, homie
Im not chillin, they steady drillin the children, homie
And you dont get it? They tryna make us the villain, B
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Dont get it bent, boy, dont get it bent
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Dont get it bent, boy, dont get it bent
Ayy, Zay you suck
Heh, Ive been sober
This a memory, Is it still The Fall?
Is it still? Its my season, its my season forever
Bye |
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga like me feel tremendous
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me feel tremendous
Big head Jimmy Neutron
Fuck a bitch on a futon
Dont save her, she dont wanna be saved
Nigga this aint Groupon
Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they dont know me
All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex
One point on the index
Stomp your ass like an insect
So you better be cool
Shawty better be nude
When I walk in the room
She know she fuckin with a goon
I did em in at the same time
My third leg got hang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Game face when its game time
He hate to leave the score up
Got her screamin like a Horr-a
She keep beggin me to stop
But she really want more-a
Shawty so contradicted
But the dicks so addictive
Homie how could you blame her?
Her head dumb like Kramer
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga like me feel tremendous
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me feel tremendous
Boy, now whats the issue?
You gonna make me get with you
You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I got big paper Im spendin
I get to flashin on em, my whip blasted on em, I mean any nigga can get it
Thats 30 in the extendo
I had your bitch in the end zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Im so good with the hoes
I pulled up in the Rolls
With my diamonds blinkin like strobes
In a Kanye shirt with holes
Im blowin paper like debt
My niggas in here strapped
Theyll bust, you wont bust back
Thats why I act how I act
I see it oh, so, clear
You niggas aint really-really with this shit
Got me thinkin I really, really, really, really run this bitch
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga like me feel tremendous
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I dont listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me feel tremendous |
Eeny meany miny moe...
Let em go!
Mm mmm mmm with the law!
Haha!
Put it back, I got it... One more time, one more time!
YEAH!
Eeny meany miny moe!
.38, .44, .50-cali shotgun
I tear up yo Glock, son
Eeny meany miny moe!
Catch a piggy by the toe
Click-clack, POW! - Officer down!
Eeny meany miny moe!
He may holla let em go
But nigga if you let em go, you get hung by the law
Eeny meany miny moe!
Eeny meany miny moe
Nigga you confused - let me choose!
AYO! - One Licka Officer walked the earned stripes,
Two Licka pigs gon get shot another night.
Homicide would love for me to take a ride
But I aint touch pork unless its dead on the side
With a fork in it, police can suck my third leg!
Lock my niggas up beca dem look like the dread.
In the photo that was pointed out by one of your snitches
That worked at mr.Chows in the back doing dishes
That was upset with seein all them niggas gettin money
Coming inside the spot, treat the white folks funny
Flashin all that paper, 30 deep up in the spot
Thats why IRS come through to bum that club.
We aint waitin for the boss man to come with no pig
Cause the crew that you deal with spray, they dont say it. Nigga!
Eeny meany miny moe!
.38, .44, .50-cali shotgun,
I tear up - yo block, son.
Eeny meany miny moe!
Catch a piggy by the toe
Click-clack, POW! - Officer down!
Eeny meany miny moe!
He may holla let em go
But nigga if you let em go, you get hung by the law.
Eeny meany miny moe!
Eeny meany miny moe!
Nigga you confused - let me choose!
Hey yo, you took one of ours, now we even in the score
We aint playin that civil rights thing no more!
No more homies holding hands, we are armin up for action
The revolution is to the guys like Mike Jackson
No more shootin niggas 41 times.
No more blastin us after you sniff lines!
No more sellin coke to me! Cause when I distribute to you
I get my rights read, pig, FUCK YOU!
WITH A BROOMSTICK! - Who this pig think he is?
Bastard only mean to get spit on by our kids.
In the area, cause none of us respect the games
And we already know what provoked all the raids
You sold them guns, now they blastin you sell the bullets
They shoppin real heavy like a plane propellor.
I aint sayin kill nobody Bs in blue
Keep it up and you get a park named after you!
Eeny meany miny moe!
.38, .44, .50-cali shotgun
I tear up - yo block, son. {YEAH! }
Eeny meany miny moe!
Catch a piggy by the toe
Click-clack, POW! - Officer down! {haha! }
Eeny meany miny moe!
He may holla let em go
But nigga if you let em go, you get hung by the law.
Eeny meany miny moe!
Eeny meany miny moe!
Nigga you confused - let me choose! |
YOUNG MULA, BABY!
G-g-g-g-g-g G-UNIT
Pretty face tight waste, that motherfucker thick
I need a second to evaluate, yeah thats a bad bitch
She a fool for love, thats why she aint got shit
Fuck with the wrong fool, fell in love with the wrong bitch
Now i aint put a song out to tell her she aint loyal
Better fuck with me bitch he aint doin nothing for you
Baby you gotta think like a winner to win
How your nigga gonna help you when he stuck in the pen
Lifes full of choices, you can choose a better life
Start by choosing the telly we meeting there tonight
I talk to her trynna get her mind right
When that head gettin good, man her futures so bright
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
First class trips
Take a boat to the six
Floor seats with the Knicks
I take a broke nigga bitch
These hoes they trouble man
That bitch dont love you HA HA
If I gave a fuck about a bitch, Id always be broke
I never had no motherfucker sour to smoke
He went raw and she had twins on you
Take half your check and her ass spittin on you
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Your drop dead fine, hit my line, I decline
It aint nothing personal, it happens all the time
Youll remember me forever, but its only for the night
Youre out here doing wrong, thinking karma gona be nice
So your girls aint bout nothing, then youre looking for a ride
I aint heard every opinion, been round the world twice
You gon hold a nigga up, talkin how you feel about me
That aint shit to brag about, you got love for everybody
No thanks baby, Im bank crazy
Party like we won, hardly leave alone
Leave the snotty ones have fun, I bet you still keep it spoil
Your Queen creeping on you, she aint keep it loyal
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Whats the number one rule when you hop in the whip
Change your location off, Fly a G to the crib
I dont need that nigga outside where I live
Cause I know you got a man and he know just who I is
Kidd Kidd, I dont wife em, I dont love em, I dont like em
I dont trust em, I dont cuff em, I dont hug em, I dont kiss em
I diss em, dismiss em, dont miss em
I trick are you tricking homie thats a big difference
She into big things big chains big titties
Big spending big business big ballin big pimpin
Her ass to fake for me to care about real feelings
Been kilt that ho off and she still trippin
He put you in the penthouse and a Panamera
He buy you everything you want but hes never there
Hey you cant miss me Im everywhere
Follow the sparkles on the bottles and I appear
Attitude kinda rude when we first fucking
Her man play in the NBA and I sell dope
When a rich nigga want you said No!
Now a bitch nigga got you your ready to go
I make a good girl see how good kush blow
Shawty said she want a nigga she can cook for
I had no idea that they label her hood ho
Till Yayo said there something I should know
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon’ leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon’ cheat
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?
Baby show me something
You done spent your bread on her
And it’s all for nothing
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see |
Im on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
You told me do it, dont act like you aint told me do it
You aint a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser
I fly the kite, my little manll cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her hell start switching up
Im cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date
I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas
Im trying to be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, Im prepared, Jack
A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that
This is murder, this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago, I just didnt use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well, I do it like theres nothing to it
Yeah, all Imma do is this, Imma keep counting money
I dont give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
Imma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me, motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count, man
Gotta start this shit over, Im licking my fingers
Im getting... I got 100 dollar bills, for real, nigga
All Imma do is this man, you hear that sound in the background?
Imma do this shit till my thumb get tired
Imma take a break when I get past your momma house, nigga
When I count more than your momma house
Imma take a break, go get a new stack
Hand me that money over there
What we gon do? All year long
Its back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what Im doing cause niggas cant stop nothing that Im doing
Nothing Im doing
Right after you get in the way we gon start shooting again like its nothing changed
We went through that whole Kumbaya my lord - lets be friends by the fire
Shit, its over, nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that?
Oooh, if you could see me right now, I got a alligator on, nigga
You, you think it should go different? See, thats where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think, nigga?
Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting and your hashtags and
You know what the fuck you do, nigga, let me do what I do |
I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali blow, you get the best of me
The dramas gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin Im playin
I know for sure Ill split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin me
You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The dramas gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin Im playin
Its hard, yeah, its hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline em in chalk shit
I dont wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, Ill make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, Im down with it
Ill wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hops Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
Ill hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
Ill give you mothafuckas somethin to believe in
Knife work your lungs, Ill make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough reason
Youre dancin with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you aint ready for the outcome
Nigga Ill get at you all week with the same gun
I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali blow, you get the best of me
The dramas gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin Im playin
I know for sure Ill split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin me
You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The dramas gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin Im playin
Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe its genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, Ive been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
Ill make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin if well use shanks
Every clique Im in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, its a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit comin through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a gravedigger
I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali blow, you get the best of me
The dramas gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin Im playin
I know for sure Ill split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin me
You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The dramas gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin Im playin |
This bulletin just in... In a scene to rival the famed Saint Valentines Day Massacre of the 1920 Chicago, Don Armatello, reputed crime lord and ten of his henchmen were gunned down...
I rock a nigga to sleep
Rock-rock-a-bye, baby
Rock-rock-a-bye, baby
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
Yeah I show you my teeth all through the beef
Paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head
Shootouts in my hood like a daily routine
Ds think Im involved when a nigga hit hard
So when that hammer hit the shell and the hollow tip fly
Nigga you can cross your heart and hope not to die
Come through squash the drama, send niggas with llamas
To heat your ass up, fuck being masked up
I was given the gift of life from Sabrina
Since then, Ive been jammed up and bucked with the nina
Nana raised nine kids, I turned out the meanest
I mean a menace, fuck with me and youre finished
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
Homie I always pay my debts when I owe a nigga bullets
Got an arsenal, infantry and niggas to pull it
Go ahead, style on me get done with, its nothing
I chase a nigga down and touch him, catch him and bust him
Bitch get out the way, baby while I spray it
I wet a nigga like a hydrant on a hot summer day
But you can catch me in May riding round with the K
Better watch what you say, we get it popping today
Yeah I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here
I have a nigga tear off your top down here
This the land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams
And everything a nigga is worth is on the triple beam, South Side!
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
Im here to tell you, your services is no longer needed in the community
Rock-rock-a-bye, baby
Rock-rock-a-bye, baby |
Yeah.. YEAH.. YEAH!
Lil Tyrone tired of gettin his ass whipped, so he holdin that gat down
His momma think its my fault, cause he listened to Back Down
Bobby was a fuckin bum, he pumpin packs now
He need some fresh chicks, white tees and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock a wino, he wont put the gnac down
Eric had the jump shot, but hes smokin crack now
The Lunatics, the Lost Boyz, Cheeks shit is whack now
Country blew trial, them crackers got him on his back now
And Sean {ka-click} runnin round with his fuckin gat now
Up in niggas cribs, sayin where that money at pal?
Now Sandra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch traveled the world, she runnin round boostin
Now Toya got these bad-ass kids, they a nuisance
Her baby daddies never come around, they useless
Every now and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white 6 or some chrome deuce-deuces
Im so hood, I cant help it
Im so hood, I cant help it
Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it
Cant rearrange it, I am what I am
So love me for bein me
Im so hood, I cant help it
Im so hood, I cant help it
Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it
Cant rearrange it, I am what I am
So love me for bein me
When I was six, man, momma told me God dont like ugly
I fell, scraped my face, and thought God must dont love me
Saw Owen every morning before school, he sell dope
Niggas keep whuppin Nut ass cause he sell soap
Charlie be beggin all the time, he stay broke
Flip be down on 1-0-9, rollin up smoke
Shameek, he a thief, catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crashin into a bar
See they love me cause I rap now, but they dont like me
I been locked up three times and they aint write me
Stevie a punk, but fuck what he say, he can get mean quick
Pop shots at you, Esau must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot, Ds jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggas still be on the grind
Wayne used to call the cops and tell them G had a 9
Til G put that gun in Donrad seat and said it wasnt mine
Im so hood, I cant help it
Im so hood, I cant help it
Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it
Cant rearrange it, I am what I am
So love me for bein me
Im so hood, I cant help it
Im so hood, I cant help it
Love me for bein me, cause I cant change it
Cant rearrange it, I am what I am
So love me for bein me |
I really dont care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything
I really dont, really dont, really dont care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip
Dont come around me on your sucker shit
I aint the type to be fuckin with
Lover boy, want a tougher bitch
Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me
I say the shit cause I mean this shit
Bentley Mulsanne, I’m clean as shit
Seat back and Im leaning, bitch
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You know how the shit go
Out the door, O after O
Thats more money, thats more money
Thats more money fo sho
I got a whole bunch of bad habits
That fly shit, I gotta have it
That pistol on me, I pack it
Bitch, your fuckin head, I crack it
Me and my pinky ring are like marriage
Plus she cut ten carats
I shine on em, get a line on em
Send the wolves right there at em
I never said Id get you by now
You done heard I got you
Heard all your homies was haulin ass
To that club tonight they shot you
I really dont care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything
I really dont, really dont, really dont care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip
You know every beef, I dont need my strap
Knife work, I cut you, jack
Niggas watchin my paper stack
Cops comin every time I black out
Oh, oh
Shawty sayin Im a mental case
Im sayin fuck out my face
You finna make me catch a case
Your new bitch my old hoe
I put her on fo sho though
Her head game was so-so
Thats why I had to let her go, go
Im blowin up like Im supposed to blow
Neck glowin like its supposed to glow
Gold Cuban, club movin
New music, hoes choosin
Its a win, win, we dont lose at all
Came up, we supposed to ball
Dont know who you take me for
I kill you if you make me, boy
You dont know how real it get
Playin round with this gangsta shit
We all in, we all in
I want one when Im fallin
I really dont care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything
I really dont, really dont, really dont care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip
I really dont care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything
I really dont, really dont, really dont care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip |
If yall niggas need straps, then get at me
Im the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
Im the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
Im the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it
If yall niggas need straps, then get at me
Im the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
Im the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
Im the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it
We move the work like its water
Stuff a quarter in your daughter
Cash flow like the Nile
I mean like right across the border
You got to get it, I got it
If I aint got it, I get it
Fill your spot up with product
I got the straps for your hitters
Look here, my price is my price
Fuck is ya estimate nigga
You’re assed out if I pull it out cause Im blastin it
Figure you bite the bullet, I bang it
Get to bustin, its nothin
Wave it, blaze it
Hit the bullseye, I dont graze shit
AP around me lately, C-notes serenade me
The smell made me crazy
Product of the Eighties
Numero uno
Im out a legendary group hoe
My souls too cold
They blockin me, I found a loophole
Im new gold
I got a couple dimes from Panama
I make a little girl out an amazon
Run on me, Im squeezin like an anacon
Then Im gone, years from now I bet my power steer my lawn
If yall niggas need straps, then get at me
Im the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
Im the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
Im the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it
If yall niggas need straps, then get at me
Im the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
Im the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
Im the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it
I believe I was born to ball
Penetrate the pussy, unless it smell like old tennis balls
Im a rapper; I got a problem being punctual
A mill at 26 these other rappers, man, they got the gall
To even think they on my level
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, Im Sir Mix-a-Lot
Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
Niggas workin
Phone wired up, dont call back
Im a surgeon; I put shit back together
I determined to bring my black MAC wherever
Niggas lurkin; this aint the place to be
Fuck a hit
Niggasll blow up your face for free
Sunday sermon, preacher keep on facin me
Its like every word he sayin just relates to me
If yall niggas need straps, then get at me
Im the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
Im the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
Im the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it
If yall niggas need straps, then get at me
Im the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
Im the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
Im the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it
G-Unit gorilla
Cocaine car wheeler
50 grand cash to the car dealer
Bragging on what you bought get you raw quicker
Tap you on the shoulder like take this walk, nigga
I fought every tall nigga
Short temper
Tougher than leather cut from a different cloth, nigga
You aint a boss you can afford to pay the costs, nigga
Get caught, I was taught to never talk nigga
If yall niggas need straps, then get at me
Im the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
Im the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
Im the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it
If yall niggas need straps, then get at me
Im the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
Im the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
Im the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you cant beat it |
Y’all better leave dat boy alone
‘Cause if they dont, y’all know he gon come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
Cause yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cause you dont want to get that boy going
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cause you dont want to get that boy going
Its my attitude thats making me bust shit
I aint to be fucked with
So basically niggas wasting they time trying to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
Be turning ghost fore you be looking at yourself get stomped
Im a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
With a mag and, Ill be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation, Ill run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her gun to mouth resuscitation
A niggas information, they haunted and they sad
Got you mad cause they shitting through their stomach in a bag
We coming too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think its elephants dancing
Coming here is the worst mistake that could ever happen
When Im in my vehicle, Im pulling you in
I guarantee the world will never see you again
Motherfucker
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
Cause yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
Honest to god I usually try to keep to my self
But its kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
Let me explain something to ya
A real street nigga aint trying to get in the streets
Hes trying to get out, feel me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat all in the air like hes some dumb ho punk
At least a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
That niggas dying over pride to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, I dont play beef
You borrow guns, I own shit that explode when it hit
You think its fun that you homesick and you cant really get sleep
Cause you done laid a nigga down, but that aint me
Well my conscience wont allow me to make decisions in vain
Im a man, I do my business and I do it again
If you take it to that level, I take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
Cause yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
Now people know I live trifling, I express it through writing
If you cant feel it, then I must express it through fighting
And I just bought me a new gauge and added on a new knife
And I strike people so fast, niggas think I threw lightning
Clash with a few titans blasted a few hype men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted Lou Pikner
Plus you know Im too violent, to be out with you whiling
Cause as soon as you driving Im a spit a few 5 ones
And I love to Kuniv son, and you left a live one
I know how to hide guns, from skinny to wide ones
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
You looking for hoes, and up in here you going find none
You niggas done tried once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft little dry cunts, get stomped till your eyes shut
No time for the why whats, Im writing these five words
Fuck you dick riding niggas, count it, its five words
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cause if they dont, yall know he gon come back on em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt dare get that boy going
I said leave dat boy alone
Cause yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cause you dont want to get that boy going
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cause you dont want to get that boy going
Swifty McVay
Mr. Porter
THE Kuniva
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yall dont want to get dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got all kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys they hot to death them boys
Like everybody who purchased my CD, then theyll need to learn what to tell em what you like about me |
Yeah! Ha Ha!
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggas running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
Think he shot my brother Im a find that nigga
We dont see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah he did my brother dirty but he dont wanna see me
Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money for that chalk gray Land
That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear hoes running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me
Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects pick her up in his Benz
Niggas from my buildin always used to ask about him
Like he in and out of town, right? That niggas get down, right?
I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonalds aint the only thing that he eat
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me
I love 50 Cent, thats my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
Hes really fascinated with these fancy hoes
I dont know why but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
You know the kids in my class they be sayin hes crazy
They just like him cause he roll with Dr. Dre and Shady
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggas running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me
Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood we fucked up
I cant believe this nigga gettin all this money
Still actin like he in the street tellin niggas they cant eat
You know this motherfucker went and bought Tysons crib
Got Bentleys, Ferraris, and all that shit
He dont even come through to try and help niggas out
Thats that bullshit. See what Im talkin about?
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me
Thats my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock or pick up a rock
You aint a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
I taught him what it takes, to go this far
Boy Im the reason you are what you are
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk bout me |
La la la… Yeah!
La la la la la la la la… Uh huh
Ooh I’d lie for you baby
Ooh I’d die for you baby
I like the way that feel
I’ll build you, 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
Listen, if you let me, I’ll be the reason you shine
It’s the secret, I want the world to know that you’re mine
But on some real shit, communications could be better
So I’m writing this song instead of a love letter
They gon’ play it on the radio a hundred times a day
I figure when you hear it you gon’ stop and think of me
I wanna get to know you, and be the reason you smile
Girl you know where I’m from, you know how I get down
When times get 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 they always around
Nothing 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, that’s a secret
Baby, I build you up
Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
I’d build you up
Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine
I need to know for sure
Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
I’d build you up
Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine
I thinkin’ ’bout you thinkin’ that you feel the same way
Or is it just my imagination that get runnin’ away?
If you ready to ride, girl, c’mon, let’s roll
G-5-5 fly, ma, let’s go
It’s hard to measure the pleasure of havin’ you in my presence
Your smile makes me smile, I’ll show you my style
You can shop a little bit, I’ll pick out some shit
One pair at a time ’til your shoe game sick
Now who knows what the future holds we’ll be together probably
For better or worse, like Whitney and Bobby
If you wanna play house, we can play house then
But wait, why pretend when you can move in?
Before I be your buddy in bed let me be your best friend
Girl, it’s more than lust, I want your trust
You keep it real with me, I keep it real with you
Cause I know with you by my side there’s nothing I can’t do, yeah
Baby…
Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
I’d build you up
Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine
Build you up, baby, when you’re down
Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
Cuz your smile, like a frown, yes I will
I’d build you up
Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine
I’m gon’ build you up baby
La la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la la la la la la la |
See thats the good thing about my hair man...
All I do is put water in that shit so I pull a joint out and it dont be all greasy and oily..
Turn up..
Your flow a dime-a-dozen, my flow you gotta love it
My city hot as fuck and, came from the bottom of it
But not a product of it, bitch all my rides are custom
Smoking my ganja public, Im all about that money
Dress like everyday sunny
Rolling weed like a Marley, smile like everything funny
But this industry shady, most these niggas are crazy
Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe
These nudies what Im wearing, the truth is what youre hearing
The bong is what Im clearing, the kush is overbearing
Ferraris what Im steering, Im smoking while Im driving
Keep looking in the mirror, make sure no ones behind us
Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up
So much that people at the bank start to tell us
You need to have somebody bank for you fellas
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at them and look at me
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery kill or be killed psychology
I shine just me and my nine
Screw you niggas at 8 oclock, sharp like it’s Columbine
Guess Im one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when that shell hit your face
Ill hit your wake to flip your coffin
Bitch get to walkin, this Sabrinas orphan
Im like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus
Warriors are victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shit’s Ferragamo, Emporio Armani drawers
Outlaw, a nigga break all kinda laws
Its hard bottom line, time money frozen time
AP, royal oak, kush smoke, bag the coke
Push the dope, cut throat, so what
I cut throat, I fuck with hoes
So I aint gotta say its time to go
She already know for sure when its time to go
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at them and look at me |
Dre, niggas think we bullshitting
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
Boy, Ill put your body in a bag
Front on me, Im on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Bushmaster hundred shot, drumsll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register ring, Im the cash cow
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggasll flip
Six shot semi assault, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
If Ds know about the beef, you gon still get did
It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs
Im like Damien, nigga, when I start getting loose on you
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you
I make it hard to breathe
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
Have you lookin both ways like you crossing the street
Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
Boy, Ill put your body in a bag
Front on me, Im on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message, we gon fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique, hollow tipsll tear up the best of ya
This aint the Carter nigga, this is Sparta
Its harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass running like a race horse
Follow orders now, Yay shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, its mad fun
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the tech, its a birth defect
I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have-nots turn into Sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
Its horrific, nah, its terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Get lifted, goddamn Im gifted
Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
Boy, Ill put your body in a bag
Front on me, Im on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
Yeah, I tell em ride on em then they ride on em
Get the line on em and squeeze the .9 on em
Headshot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
Its a hit, not a jux leave the shines on em
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me
That 430 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like Al Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, youre sweet like apple cider
The Mackll fire, mask like Michael Myers
Its off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo ass
My hands itch when the money comes, its hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, thats what I do kid
Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
Boy, Ill put your body in a bag
Front on me, Im on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
After two bottles of Moet and two bottles of Rose
Don’t dare say nothing to me, you niggas don’t know me
It’s ebony and ivory, the white boy, the black boy
Eminem and Fifty who the fuck slipped me a Mickey
There’s hollow’s in my tongue, Kush smoked in my lung
Codeine in my cup, look I don’t give a fuck
I took X and viagra and now my dick hard
Shining like diamonds floating round my sheppard
Look bitch this is my house, we got 50 fucking rooms here
Butlers, maids and them baccarat chandeliers
Dog named Oprah and a cat named Gayle
Stash in the floor in case I got to make bail
Happy New Year
I got some liquor, got some hoes
Got the music playing come and have fun
Happy New Year
I got some kush got some purple
Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some
Happy New Year
I got some Goose, I got some Henny
Some Patron, man I know you want some
Happy New Year
I got some porn star bitches in the back
Freakin off you wan come?
First nigga front I’mma shoot me a chump
I stuff 2 million in my Lambo trunk
Me I do whatever the fuck I want
You must be confused, me I never lose
Fuck me? No, fuck you
White people fuck with different drugs
That shit aint hit the circuit yet
Niggas fuck with dope and coke not vicodin and percocets
Tonight I’m open minded, fuck it I’ll give it a try
What does it matter anyway, gettin’ high’s gettin
How many shots will it take to make a nigga to drop his shit
Like he having convulsions, choking, eyes open
Bong smoking, thats the shit you’ve seen in high times
Stay float underwater that shit look like a grapevine
I started out with one pill, now I’m taking ten a day
Em said I need help, Dre said that shit ok
Next thing you know a nigga sittin’ up in AA
Hi, my name is Curtis Jackson, I’m an addict, gotta have it
Happy New Year
I got some liquor, got some hoes
Got the music playing come and have fun
Happy New Year
I got some kush got some purple
Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some
Happy New Year
I got some Goose, I got some Henny
Some Patron, man I know you want some
Happy New Year
I got some porn star bitches in the back
Freakin off you wan come? |
He gonna give you all his love
He gonna give you all his time
He wont let a minute go by
Without the thought of you crossing his mind
I be like fuck a bitch, Im trying to stay rich
No time to concentrate on hoes
Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
By the mornin, I got the go
Yeah, I got all kind of bitches, a vet bitch, a beginner bitch
My phone ringing and I aint answering cause Im in a bitch
Im more like a pimp than a trick, I send a bitch
50s and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch
If we going out we going Dutch pay for your dinner bitch
Look bitch, this is my life Im on some different shit
Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch
Bitches love me, just like I love me
Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch
You wanna buy me shit, meet me at the mall bitch
In the strip club, let her lick your ass bitch
Get the cash bitch and then go back to your man bitch
He gonna give you all his love
He gonna give you all his time
He wont let a minute go by
Without the thought of you crossing his mind
I be like fuck a bitch, Im trying to stay rich
No time to concentrate on hoes
Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
By the mornin, I got the go
I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch
She with me to do the to the end, bitch fuck me and her friend
I said Im headed to the top bitch Im trying to get it all
A real bitch will be there for a nigga if he fall
The club pack front to the back up in this bitch
Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck
Bitch niggas front if you want, we got swimmers on deck
Get your ass hit over a bitch
The bitch aint shit she in a porno clip with a bitch
She cant suck dick but damn nigga use your head
She gonna find another dick to suck when youre dead
He gonna give you all his love
He gonna give you all his time
He wont let a minute go by
Without the thought of you crossing his mind
I be like fuck a bitch, Im trying to stay rich
No time to concentrate on hoes
Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
By the mornin, I got the go
West side
This that shit right here!
Feel like its supposed to be on that Detox!
Yeah
Niggas think theyre better than me, but theyre not!
Fuck that! Im just gonna start over
So we gonna act like I aint been that nigga for 8 years
And Im a new nigga! Call me Ferrari! G-UNIT! |
Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now youre learning
Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
Nigga, Im trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off - dont try to say Im tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
Leaving niggas hurting, homicides lurking
Nigga, my gun go off
Fuckboy, you can see it to believe it
Try to dodge and weave it, end up a paraplegic
Believe me, its easy, Ill hurt you, Ill murk you
Ill pop something, drop something, I aint going to stop hunting
Run, run, til youre spun, one shot, one gun
One 911 emergency, its murder, B
Its excellent execution when Im pulling the trigger
No mistake for that cake, Im hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang, nigga, shit aint a game
Do the math or get blast, bullets go through the glass
Goes through your ass fast and the leather seat in your Nav
Nigga, its not a war when theres casualties on one side, I ride
Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by
I click-clack, thats that, I dont flash, I mash
I wave the Uzi at them, I make a movie out them
Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now youre learning
Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
Nigga, Im trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off - dont try to say Im tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
Leaving niggas hurting, homicides lurking
Nigga, my gun go off
You better lose yourself in the moment
Use it, fuck the music, Imma let it go
You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
At your hat, your back, your ass crack, your nutsack
Your Cadillac, if you make it to that, Im hitting that
The 70s was smack, the 80s crack
The 90s was grimy, millennium MACs, man
Clips on the whips I ride in them, bad bitches, I ride in them
Dont worry, Ill get them, gats jammed or unjammed
God damn safest the safety dont work, squeeze the eagle, it chirps
End up faced down in the dirt more than hurt
Bring the beef where you hang out, bang out, shots ring out
Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out
Hit your homies in their legs, bet they have their canes out tomorrow
You know tomorrows just a day away
If you can keep your heart beating, then your ass awake
Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now youre learning
Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder
Nigga, Im trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off - dont try to say Im tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in
Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
Leaving niggas hurting, homicides lurking
Nigga, my gun go off |
Is it true what the good book say
Concerning the Judgement Day?
If I dont kneel down and pray
Will I be a sinner for—
Yeah, homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and Ill talk my way in
Got a gift, Im special with the flow, Im good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood
Now if you followed my footsteps and walked in my shoes
You wouldnt go against me cause you know you would lose
Its been a long time coming, I done paid my dues
Now every time I turn around, its like Im back in the news
I know a lotta niggas want me wearing cement shoes
And Uncle Tom niggas wanna see me locked up too
Around the same time KRS was writing Black Cop
I was busy tryna pump cracks in the back blocks
Popping shit to my homies about how my gat pop
Got rid of that chrome thing and got a black Glock
P-90 held ten but I had six shots
I used to walk around with it and risk gettin knocked
I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad, it was itching my hand
Some shot it out with me, and some of em ran
And some of the gats worked good and some of em jammed
Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in
Got a gift, Im special with the flow, Im good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood
Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in
Got a gift, Im special with the flow Im good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood
Now if you take a good look and look into my face
A nigga wouldnt even dare to violate my space
Son, I did so much dirt, Im tryna clean my slate
And ate so many niggas food and now they want mines ate
The dogs bark when I walk and sense the souls I took
Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, know I shouldve been dripping
The pulp fiction musta been Gods divine intervention
Wouldnt thought then from that Ive learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go straight to confession
Uncle La got knocked, the Feds hit him with seven
And left me with the 50 cal. and a MAC-11
Stuck everything from everything, from heads to the workers
And had half the hood damn near wanting to murk us
Found myself asking God, What the fuck is my purpose?
You go to heaven, know Im foul but put a good word in
Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in
Got a gift, Im special with the flow, Im good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood
Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in
Got a gift, Im special with the flow Im good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood
Now homie if I go to hell and you make it to the pearly gates
Tell we got beef
And tell Ima see him when I see him
And when I see him, Ima
For leaving us out to dry in straight poverty
For not showing me no signs they watching over me
Look, we a new breed in 2006
We dont give a fuck about that
Nigga show me where the cash at, the nice whips
With the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my life is painful, you pray to angels
Im praying to myself hoping I aint gotta spank you
My bulletsll shank you
And when my guns start cutting, aint nobody gon save you
In the Bible times, they aint had to deal
With the shit we dealing with, these survival times
Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in
Got a gift, Im special with the flow, Im good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood
Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate and Ill talk my way in
Got a gift, Im special with the flow Im good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood |
You can look at them comin out the walls
You can look at them climbin out the bushes
You can find them when the letters bout to fall
He be waitin with his camera right on focus
Everywhere you seem to turn theres a monster
When you look up in the air theres a monster
Paparazzi got you scared like a monster, monster, monster
Oh oh Hollywood its got you jumpin like you should
Its got you bouncin off the wall
Its got you drunk enough to fall
Oh oh Hollywood, just look in the mirror
And tell me you like, dont you, dont you like it?
Monster, hes a monster, hes an animal
Monster, yeah, hes a monster, hes an animal, ho-oh-oh
Hes coming at ya
Coming at ya rather too fast
Mama say mama got you in a zig zag
And youre runnin
And youre runnin just to scape it
But theyre gunnin for the money
So they fake it
Everywhere you seem to turn theres a monster
When you look up in the air, theres a monster
When you see them in the street
Thats a monster, monster, monster
Oh oh Hollywood its got you jumping like it should
Its got you bouncing off the wall
Its got you drunk enough to fall
Oh oh Hollywood, just look in the mirror
And tell me you like what ya see
Monster, hes like an animal, just like an animal
And hes moving in the air
Monster, hes a monster, hes an animal
Everybody wanna be a video star
Why are they never satisfied withn all you give?
You give them your all, theyre watching you fall
And they eat your soul
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch me in a bad mood, flipping, youll take a whippin
Animal, Hannibal, cannibal addiction
Tears appear, yeah, blurring your vision
Fear in the air, screaming, your blood drippin
Shiver a second, now, now, now, what is it?
Funerals, cemeteries, dont worry, its time to visit
Broke bones, tombstones, how do you think Im kiddin?
Its home, sweet home, the land of the forbidden
All hail, run tell, the King has risen
2010 Thriller, theres nothin iller, its killer
Their vision, they miss em, wont impact, this is that
Its the bomb, ring the alarm, MJ number one
It goes on and on, it goes on and on
We get to creeping and crawling in the early morn
Dream on dreamer, theres nowhere to run
You can try but youre done
I can feel it in the air, here the monster come
Oh oh Hollywood has got you jumpin like you should
Its got you bouncin off the wall
Its got you drunk enough to fall
Oh oh Hollywood just making me clearer
And tell me ya like, dont you, dont you?
Monster, say you wanna be a star
Hes a monster, say you wanna go far
Hes an animal, why do you keep stalking me?
Monster
Hes a monster, whyd you take it? Whyd you fake it?
Hes an animal, yeah, why dyou torture me?
Monster, why you stalkin me?
Hes a monster, why dyou torture me?
Hes an animal
Why did you do it? Why did you? Why you stalkin me?
Monster, why dyou torture me?
Hes a monster, why dyou torture me?
Hes an animal, why dyou? Why dyou? ho-oh-oh!
Hes draggin you down like a monster
Hes keepin you down like a monster
Hes draggin you down like a monster
Hes keepin you down like a monster |
Baby ride with me
I just want you to know
I cut all them girls all for you
And ma I want to spoil you…
She the baddest bitch on the planet
Badder than Beyonce, Halle, and Janet
See for once, she like girls
We laid up, she telling me to invite girls
No seven, eights or nines
When me and her menage we only deal with dimes
Bring em in kick em out she know I dont love em
I dont go behind her back and try to fuck em
For her I would kick bitches to the curb
She dont got kids but treat mines like they hers
I believe it when she say she love me
She know me
She know what to cook when I say Im hungry
Used to treat her bad then I got it right
Almost lost her, Mayweather Medina fight
That make up sex messed up her makeup
So good she forgot why we was gon break up
You know me from way back I
Cant lie to you that’s a fact right
Still fuck with me when I dont act right
You call when you need that pipe
It goes on and on, on and on with you baby
It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah…
It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you
Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you
No
Okay Ima say she crazy
She say he crazy
You know the kinda crazy you need baby
You should just give me the right time
I send you the flight time
Show you round New York
We could sit down and talk
Ima overachiever
Ill make you a believer
Or you make me a believer
Then Ill feel like I need ya
Id done dealt with some dumb bitches
Some beautiful bum bitches
Flyest shit they got
Is some shit that I gave em
Its nothing
That check Ima run it up, run it up
Due to I felt like I done, done enough
With one life to live, weve got to live it up
Go one step in the crib you got to give it up
Stop with the kissing, proceed to the touching
Graduate to fellatio
Then climax fucking
Sweat on your body private party is written here
No VIP, aint got shit on shit here
Baby yeah…
You know me from way back I
Cant lie to you that’s a fact right
Still fuck with me when I dont act right
You call when you need that pipe
It goes on and on, on and on with you baby
It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah…
It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you
Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you
No
Baby ride with me
Be Bonnie & Clyde with me
Ill cut all them girls all for you
They jealous of how I spoil you
They dming and calling you
Damn, them bitches stalking you
Mad I dont want to kick it with them
They miss how I used to give it to them
You know me from way back I
Cant lie to you that’s a fact right
Still fuck with me when I dont act right
You call when you need that pipe
It goes on and on, on and on with you baby
It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah…
It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you
Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you
No |
Got my guns and magazines
And a red one from a beam
Nothing is quite as it seems
Fuck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun Ill make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
I go to war to til heart stop, niggas aint listening
Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborns christening
Tell your homie, tell his homies, he gon need more homies
Aint this a bitch, I got the extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck, I dare a nigga to scheme on it
The Ruger on deck, its hard to miss with the beam on it
Ill give your ass a permanent nap, sing you a lullabye
I got money to run, so fuck a alibi
Shoot your gun Ill make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough, nigga
All that means is you fucked, nigga
I get the drop Im on it
Morning, noon or night, I spot ya, I got ya
Wake up cuffed to your bed, cops asking, who shot ya?
As the world turns, we live and we learn
The hollow tips burn and I aint concerned if I aint hit
And I aint hit, so a nigga dont really give a shit
You know who you fucking with
Come through, dump more than a clip
Niggas be on some stupid shit
Till they get hit, aint that a bitch?
K-I double, shotgun barrel double
My homies front a couple and I move em on a double
Racks in the duffel, Mac with the muzzle
Makin circles in you, all black like a tunnel
I only know how to hustle, cant stay outta trouble
I got a big gun, muthafuck a scuffle
Kidd Kidd, will you ever change?
Fuck no, Pimp zone, Rida gang, you already fuckin know
Got my guns and magazines
And a red one from a beam
Nothing is quite as it seems
Fuck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
Man these niggas so fake, I call em knock-offs
Like Pringles I pop the top off
You aint hot, dawg, you the fucking Micky Mouse song
Im on fire like Louisiana hot sauce
Brand new Js cost a buck fifty nigga
You scuff these I’ll scar your face, buck fifty, nigga
Been fucking with them pigs, you a guinea, nigga
And you always begging, yous a give me nigga
I wear my gun like its trendy, nigga
You pussy and aint shit, kitty litter
Uh, see where all that bitching get ya
Right in front of this pistol, huh
Got my guns and magazines
And a red one from a beam
Nothing is quite as it seems
Fuck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more |
Im on that bullshit
Im, Im, back on that bullshit
Im on that bullshit
Im, Im, back on that bullshit
Startin to feel like theres nothin left to talk about but the, money, money
Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money
Nigga I dont give a fuck bout these hoes
Im focused on the money, MONEY MONEY!
Look, I dont wan talk bout these hoes
Lets talk about money, MONEY MONEY!
In high school I had coke and dope money
I blew, now Im sittin on Bugatti boat money
Im eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money
It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline
Go head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money
You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money
Who wan catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade
Catch a case, bail bond, Im out the next day
Got that gold , gold proper money
Talkin bout private jet, heliport chopper money
And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me
I dont trick, ery now and then I toss her money
Fuck, nut, get up, thats abortion money
Ill kill if I have to, dont force me homie
I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money
I hate when niggas act like bitches cause it costs me money
What the fuck!
Im in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen
Its the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin
My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay
Nowadays Im just happy things are goin my way
Im straight, some say I got more than I need
Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed
Its amazing, I made it here on my own
I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to count, the amount I spent
Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent
I got it made, I got bridge truck money
Euros range, you wan borrow some from me?
My bank statements have you niggas like Damn!
Bitch I got more than a hot dog man
Get married, pay for one bitch, Ill buy her bar food
Kids dont try this shit at home, you cant do the shit I do
Whassup? |
We over here... with some fat chicks
Nah, I dont be fuckin wit them fat bitches
Thats Yayo
Dont be stuck on the things they say
Now you know its a nasty world
I aint fuckin wit you anyway
Cause I know your a nasty girl
I aint never gon discriminate
So let me compliment your eyes
Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat
Them Twinkies got your ass gettin fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin fat fat
That paint got your ass gettin fat fat
Bitch you grown, that aint baby fat fat
In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master
But you got it on level 2, bitch go a little faster
Look girl I aint gon lie, Ill tell you how I feel
They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill
You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin hot
And your big ass fin to pop all up out the halter top
Find the right chick, wearing some tight shit, and its on
See your ass wearing some tight shit, we like She wrong
Dont be stuck on the things they say
Now you know its a nasty world
I aint fuckin wit you anyway
Cause I know your a nasty girl - Yous a nasty girl
I aint never gon discriminate
So let me compliment your eyes
[50}
Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but yous a big bitch man
Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat
That Burger King dun got your ass fat fat
McDonalds dun got your ass fat fat
That Dominos dun got your ass fat fat
Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat
I like em slim in the waste, curves in the right place
A bitch wit hips, lips, and a nice face
Your appetitell put a dent up in a nigga salary
You need to stop burnin that weed, and burn a calorie
Your attitude is like you always have gear
You got a pony tail, you aint always have hair
I just wanna see your Capris comin down
Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds
Dont be stuck on the things they say
Now you know its a nasty world
I aint fuckin wit you anyway
Cause I know your a nasty girl - Yous a nasty girl
I aint never gon discriminate
So let me compliment your eyes
Ill say something nice about ya eyes, cause yous a big bitch man
Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat
Them Entenmanns dun got your ass fat fat
Them Little Debbies dun got your ass fat fat
These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat
Yeah, Its nothin but a little baby phat phat
I aint no trick, I aint have to borrow with my wallet
Freakin off in your car, on your closet
It aint nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl
If you can cook your ass off, Ill give you the world
You can be skinny or fat, white or black
Nigga pussy is pussy so, yeah, Ill hit that
Im a freak, sure I love minage a trois
And I really care lees if you twice my size
Dont be stuck on the things they say
Now you know its a nasty world Its a nasty world
I aint fuckin wit you anyway
Cause I know your a nasty girl - Yous a nasty girl
I aint never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes
Im a compliment your eyes
Yayoll fuck wit you big bitches but Im a stay the fuck away from ya
Them Twinkies got your ass gettin fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin fat fat
That paint got your ass gettin fat fat
Bitch you grown, that aint baby fat fat
Stay the fuck away from, you fuckin fat bitch
Fuck wit Tony Yayo, ho |
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that wont spend a dollar on a ho
Im still in here tryin to get a model out the do
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I dont even know
And If I wasnt Banks shorty probably wouldnt roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do
If you aint with the program ma you gotta go
I move like its Po Po behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
Fo Fo beside me, hoes know to find me
Wherever theres money, yeah Im the shit honey
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you dont want it with them their bigger
Cross us, your on somethin we bare niggas
Yeah nigga hair trigga, teflon, chest gone, Gs up
Freeze up and youll end up in your lawn
Its the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so Im smokin more than ever
Dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather
Im a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign Im a get her
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that wont spend a dollar on a ho
Im still in here tryin to get a model out the do
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I dont even know
And If I wasnt Banks shorty probably wouldnt roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do
If you aint with the program ma you gotta go
Cause were always focused we move around with the toasters
Push the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers steppin in Gucci Loafers
Stuntin in Testerossas, stylin in front of vultures
Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us, and do all type of shit for us
Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be
Niggas know Im a G, got it locked got the keys
We move from bundles to D sippin on Hennessy
Buck rollin the trees, Banks countin the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, aw that aint good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple X, wet sex, whos next, latex
Condom, condo, Im tight my money long though
You lookin for a drink bitch I aint what you lookin for
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that wont spend a dollar on a ho
Im still in here tryin to get a model out the do
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I dont even know
And If I wasnt Banks shorty probably wouldnt roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do
If you aint with the program ma you gotta go
Im out on bond but the forty still on me
Bouncin round like Lil Jon thinkin bout my dead homies
Watch I hit, need a lick, aint gon get me a brick
I keep on losin shootin dice and Im sick of this shit
Clientele still poppin so the junkies keep comin
And my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin money
On this block till the sun drop I dont have a home
I will not stop, sellin rocks, thug till Im gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body full of tatooes
Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
Tell him talk that shit, now yall wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the West
Just a dirty lil nigga with a Glock and a vest
Banks tell me you dont like em and you know what Im a do nigga
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that wont spend a dollar on a ho
Im still in here tryin to get a model out the do
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I dont even know
And If I wasnt Banks shorty probably wouldnt roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do
If you aint with the program ma you gotta go |
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes, one wheel, one GSX-R
Throw it up, one hand, wave back at the bitches
Im silent, right before I snap Im violent
I call myself the tussle, Im the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the fog, if you scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitchll get you both in the morgue
Now peep the punchlines Im punching these are knockout flows
Im cyber pimping, Im so new wave I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit, thats why my money stack quick
12 Vs V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy, me
Your blinds blurring your vision, see Im where Im supposed to be
On top of the underground, still gritty
Still running cities, Still Em, Dre and Fiddy, fuck with me
Im an usual suspect when its a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah its the shit
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something, Im compelled to do
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something, Im compelled to do
Pistols and bad bitcHes, Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a Hobby, tHat Hobby turned to a million
Had tHat oxy for sale, you can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill, rap tHe foil you know tHe drill
Money, power, and drugs, my only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to tHe pimps saying wHo the sluts? 211 on Hookers purses
Another double up purcHase, slanging a Hundred meters from cHurcHes
God forgive me, but tHe steal was wortH it
Man I swear I needed some cHange, cHains and golden rings and tHangs
Niggas watcH videos and tHink tHem dudes went from rags to Hardest
For real locs know tHat type of sHit makes you a target
EitHer tHe pigs or Imma get you wHile you playing boy
Hunt you like an animal, strapped witH a beam tHats adderall
50 told me ambition wins wHen your talent aint working
I say Id rather relapse tHan reenact Curtis and put tHat work in
Floss if you want to Ive seen your Home broke nigga
It aint a secret I get money, yous a joke nigga
Make wHat you make in like 2 years, less tHan a montH nigga
Figg Side to SoutHside but we up nigga |
G-Unit, they aint ready
AHHHH!
I, dont know what you been thinkin
Dont know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down
Dont know what you been thinkin
Dont know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down
Ive been out in L.A. with Dre and Snoop for so long
Im fin ta Crip walk and put some muhfuckin khakis on
Nah thats aight man I aint got nothin to prove
Im rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose
Look man, I dont know what you been drinkin
I dont know what you been thinkin
But get outta line and Snoops upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldnt walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Well tell them niggas theyll get popped, they should stop frontin
You heard of me, but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll with a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
Ill start some bullshit and Ima lay ya punk ass down
I, dont know what you been thinkin
Dont know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down
Dont know what you been thinkin
Dont know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down
Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn
Just cause I like ice dont compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I dont dance, what I look like signin with Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit with me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin
Whats in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips and Bloods they show me love like Im claimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my cheque
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up, thats why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers
FUCK YALL NIGGAS
I, dont know what you been thinkin
Dont know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down
Dont know what you been thinkin
Dont know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We wont stop, every Billboard chart
Man we own that slot, we wont stop
[I, dont know what you been thinkin
Dont know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down
Dont know what you been thinkin
Dont know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass down]
A bitch know its a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit, the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I dont mean a soda
The 16 top shot loaderll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin with a soldier
Im sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet
And have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cause Im burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I dont argue
Ill leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that I be with, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out youd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every days Christmas
SHIT! Pull that back |
Ay, nigga tell em where you from
Southside, Im a Southside nigga what?
Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up
They say Im grimy, Im greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga
Saying I cant wait til I get a little bigger
After niggas jumped me bumping my head
Thinking I wish I had a gun, I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife to finna poke me a nigga
Wishing I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy
Now those were the days, when crime really paid
The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way
From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast
Robberies went bad, niggas got blast
Niggas kidnapped Drew grandpa kid
Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head
You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time
They say Im grimy, Im greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
They say Im grimy, Im greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made
Yeah, yeah I had a dream
I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand
Saying damn, dope cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say give it up kid, before I put one in your wig
Picture me thirsty, riding round foaming out the mouth
Saying I dont get on, Imma lay a nigga out
Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious
I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace
Im wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny
Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell em to Benny
Fuck with me, yall niggas know Boo Boo get busy
They say Im grimy, Im greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
They say Im grimy, Im greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
Yeah, I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggas
Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggas
In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me
My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spofford, but never that now
When my name in your mouth you better watch how you talk
Ill send yo punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip, Ill hit ya hip, Im takin your shit
Thats how the eses play, for that SSK
You probably heard through the grapevine, Im good out in Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruising through them Compton blocks
Im the beast from the East, but I play on the West
In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest
And you niggas best be on yo best behavior
I was bred for this shit, front on me Imma blaze ya
They say Im grimy, Im greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
They say Im grimy, Im greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about |
Thats ordinary, this excellence
When I fuck up, I correct the shit
Let security come get this bitch
My nigga, I said come get this bitch
Tryna shine with my diamonds shinin
They say theyre grindin, no, never mind it
Thats ordinary, that Burberry
Fuck what it costs, we dont rock that shit
That new Rolls aint new me
6 months ago, I got that shit
You know a nigga a beast when Im out on the street
Frozen cube and frozen Jesus piece
Your main ho be stalkin me
I had to block the bitch on my IG
Posted pictures where I be
Tell other regular shit she wanna try me
Dont you hate an ordinary nigga?
Drinkin on ordinary liquor
Niggas spendin ordinary money
We dont ever fuck with basic bitches
Your bitch got on ordinary heels
Cant tell you how ordinary feels
I pull, I pull any girl and shes with it
Ima hook her up with other bitches
Hot boy with cold cash
Check out my N.O. swag
Nothin fresher than toe tags
When I pull the trigger at your ass
Rap niggas got no chance
I aint even go in my bag
Run through the paper like a notepad
What you know about it with your broke ass?
All my mind irregular
All you smoke is regular
And your ho too regular
Find a runway, go step it up
I do this on the regular
Basis, you basic
Same shit, you ordinary
Damn these hoes need a mortuary, uuh
Stepped the game up and tip the bitch
The niggas you was with aint use to shit
I put 10 bands in her hand
Then sent her home to her man
She said, Dont you hate an ordinary nigga?
Pour up a four, I aint drinkin on ordinary liquor
This syrup, Ferragamo belt holdin up my Levi britches
Forreal, I look like drug money, but I keep my bitch ridiculous
I said Baby, Im the realest, even though Im not the richest
Im still gonna bet 50 these 50 racks; my ho the biggest
What you wanna do? We all got bands
He ordinary - ordinary
Whoa, ordinary - ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary
Whoa, ordinary - ordinary
Dont think Ima chose
Kickin back, foreign shoes
Watch me make and break all the rules
Do all the moves
I carry you out of your dream, feel me out, Im on steam
Please, Im out of your league
Visas found in my jeans
These 2014s
Please deny to your fiends
Normal walls, I aint been, all my girls, you a ten
Thank the Lord I aint them
In the store, I aint spend
Spendin time to get me nowhere
Im mismatchin the whole year
Peace sign to em like Later
Countin these stacks when the slip clear
She shop on cloud 9, live on Saks 5th
Her closet game on some Kim Kardash shit
Draft night, she lookin for a first round pick
Shorty think Im Andrew Wiggins, tryna fuckin hit
The nothin in her lifestyle basic
Canary Islands, black sand and Chanel slips
I said this girl is extraordinary
Monster Ball the movie, get to fuckin, she like Halle Berry |
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
Ill be around to catch your call
Cause youre my baby
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
Ill never ever let you wait
Cause youre my baby
And youre amazing
Im from, city to city, to show to show
See me I been grinding across the globe
I hustle hard to get the grip fasho
So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
Tell me, whats on your mind when you alone
I have you touching on ya self, girl all in the zone
Now if I turned you on
With things I say, would I be wrong?
Then I dont wanna be right
Matter of fact, Id be on the next flight
Trying to get it on with you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot, have ya piping hot
While the wind blow through ya hair in the drop
Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex
And let me do what I do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after its all over
In the morning, roll over and we can start over
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
Ill be around to catch your call
Cause youre my baby
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
Ill never ever let you wait
Cause youre my baby
And youre amazing
Yeah, I called just to say
Hope youre having a nice day
Youre special, Id get into you
Oops, I mean Im 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
Yeah, bubbles in the bath, Dom 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 dont fuck with the stash
I know you like pumps and boots, I like Jeeps and Coupes
So I grind all the time to save me some loot
I put a spell on ya, I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom working it well, I dont kiss and tell
But I dont care if you kiss and tell
You can tell ya girlfriend the details
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
Ill be around to catch your call
Cause youre my baby
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
Ill never ever let you wait
Cause youre my baby
And youre amazing
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
Ill be around to catch your call
Cause youre my baby
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
Ill never ever let you wait
Cause youre my baby
And youre amazing |
Look at what they did to me, they burn me, they turn me
Into a animal, they flipped son, they burn me
To the first degree, me son, they hurt me
I looked out for them motherfuckers, they burn me
I was good now Im bad, see they done turned me
Into a monster, I cant believe they burned me
I showed em love, they showed me hate, they burn me
Now Im heartless, your pain dont concern me
I got so many enemies, so many memories
So many flashbacks, we used to be friends
Sugar turned to shit, people just change
They keep pushin a nigga til the hammer go BANG
You violate I will let that motherfucker rang
Feels like, money came then, more money came
And, niggas start foamin out the mouth growin fangs
Now, when did I become the savior of the hood?
Look homie you dont know me, I wouldnt save ya if I could
I sacrifice for suckas and they change me, Im angry
They selfish, all they want is what they want so they blame me
Like its all my fault they aint caked up
You a grown-ass man, damn, when you gon wake up?
Turn, 7 to 14, 14 to 28
An O to 62, nigga get up your weight
Learn how to duck the jakes, stack your paper then youre straight
I tried to help a nigga eat, man its hard out on the street
Cause Im kind they think Im weak
They see the way I grind and they like the way I shine
They want paper like mine
Man they be on some shit when they tryin to hit a lick
Man a motherfucker flip
You think they wont trip cause you helped em from the rip
They aint loyal to SHIT!
She called the cops on me, cause I dont love her like I used to
Tried to fix what was wrong; guess it hurts cause Im gone
My son he love me but she tryin to poison his mind
Actin like, everything they got aint come from my grind
I say a prayer for her like God, please change her heart
All this hatred at one time is tearin me apart
Man I aint lookin for trouble, Im lookin for blessings
But ever since the money came, me I been stressin
Got my ass kicked for bein kind, I cant trust nobody
The closer they get to me the more they take from me
Man, Im givin all I got to give, Im tryin to live
They look at me they eyes got dollar signs, they want the kid
To give it all up, fall apart, break down
I aint got much left, what they wan take now?
My life? I got so much more to offer
Imma make em watch me be #1 til Im done, yeah
They bringin me all, the way dowwwwwn
And betray me just becauuuuse Im down
I, dont know, what, to do nowwwww
Me? My loyaltys, what Im bout
Ha ha
They burn me, over and over and over
Like they doin what they supposed ta
They burn me, goddamn look at how they do me
Somebody new tryin to sue me
So they burn me
So they burn me |
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
Im pullin off a O.J, off-off a O.J
Im pullin off a O.J, Im killin these bitches
Im smoking up my lungs, this liquor drowning my liver
Im now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer, Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I dont give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah, Im kind of thinner but Goddamn, youre jeans are slimmer
I dont want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the Apes, Im a G-Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killas, prolly sue you when you hit em
See Im not what you used to, I aint soo-woo, I aint crippin
Im a Rider Gang nigga, we gon get it where we fit it
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
Im pullin off a O.J, off-off a O.J
Im pullin off a O.J, Im killin these bitches
Got a new bitch thats so bad, yeah, she dont know what she doin
And her ass so round and fat, when she touch me, Im like boooing!
I want head and I want tails, so I dont wanna flip a coin
I dont kiss it, I dont tell, so her close friend she can join
They dont call me from the pens, thats to see how things are goin
So the money, it still flowing, get a Rider Gang, its still glowin
And my neck and my wrist and my ears and my fist, got diamonds all over shit glowin
And the Lambo aint got no top, it aint summer yet but its hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets and you see the bitches I got
You better believe its real from the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her, people can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
Im pullin off a O.J, off-off a O.J
Im pullin off a O.J, Im killin these bitches
MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch, I need 8 cars
They want me locked up, they singin like Akon
Or shot up like a dope head arm
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on, so you can see me head on
Im gettin my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit, Im bout to head home
Pimp zone, thats my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, Im at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, Im bout to do some catering, huh!
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
Im pullin off a O.J, off-off a O.J
Im pullin off a O.J, Im killin these bitches |
While Jay and Beyonce was mm mm kissin
I was cookin one-thousand grams in my kitchen
While Nas was telling Kelis I love you boo
I was shining my nine, ya know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
You want a problem with me? - no problem, its all good
I aint fresh out the hood, Im still in the hood
Black rims, black hemi, nigga see me when ya see me
I appear and disappear with the heater like a genie
That party and bullshitll get ya ass popped
Dont believe me - ask Fab, they got his head shot
Im in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms
Smoke on weed not on sherm, nigga its my turn
I fire on ya ass, them hollow-tips burn, baby burn
Im screaming Fuck the cops!, riding round with my Glock
Theres my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box
Thats how P. got knocked, thatss a jewel I drop
But you aint peep that nigga, go head, repeat that nigga
You might learn a little something if you learn to stop fronting
I make it look easy on three piece bbs
Rolling locc-ing, up early with the dopemen
When Janet and Jermaine was mm mm kissing
I was bagging one-thousand grams in my kitchen
When Puffy was telling Kim I love you boo
I was shining my nine, ya know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
At the dice game I bet it all, you hear what Im saying?
Take grand, I form better, nigga I aint playing
Im trying to get it, holla at me if ya with it
And lace up the Chukkas, we can rob these motherfuckers
My stomach is growling, they say that Im wildin
Im doing my numbers, Im getting violent
They hearing me rap and they thinking Im playin
Till they see the barrel and they see the flame
I need full co-operation man, give us the chain
The watch, the ring and the grill, we aint playin
I fire that thing, it sound insane
Holla, I got that nose candy, mane
When Jeezy and Keisha was mm mm kissin
I was bagging one-thousand grams in my kitchen
When Trina was telling Wayne, I love you boo
She was just running games, she told Buck that too
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
Now nigga, let me show ya how I do this right here
Now, the Ruger hold 16
I put 16 in the clip, I put it in, I cock that
One in the head, I take the clip out
I put another one in it the clip, I put it back
That was Big with all that let the bullets breathe
I need a fully loaded clip |
Porn
That’s the way, aha, aha, I like it
That’s the way, aha, aha, I like it
Look nigga, if you don’t love yourself, ain’t nobody gon love you
Your shit ain’t right what bitch in her right mind gon’ fuck you
That’s what they told me then so I was like “fuck a bitch”
I’mma grind, Imma shine, in time Imma blow they mind
Oh now she like me, oh oh oh now they like me
All I want is a blow job, this bitch wanna be wifey
No 3-course meal, all I want is fast food
I wanna have fun, how about a quickie huh?
I don’t wanna love you
I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out
I wanna fuck you
Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house
Only if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been
If you want to
We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend
Bitches from Belize, keep all in the weed
Remy crew got me sweating out a remi weave
Fuck a model tonight, my bitch is from the
She the project pimp tease
Them hood bitches always bring back memories
They all catch the vapors like “Yayo you remember me?”
I certainly do, pull the curtain on a ’62
Hands was free, she on her menstrual
I promise I don’t love em, I don’t cuff em
I don’t pay a bitch’s rent to have the next nigga fuckin’
I’m a pimp with principles killin with visuals
My diamonds like two bright stars, bitch
I don’t wanna love you
I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out
I wanna fuck you
Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house
Only if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been
If you want to
We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend
I don’t want a relationship, I just wanna have fun
In every position, we can come up with til we’re done
And my request is to be kickin shit in my ear
Like to hear what youre thinking, after laughing and drinking
We can have a ball, we can do it all
Moonshine light up the sky at night time
Any time could be the right time
I’m sort of impulsive, I’m kinda explosive
Me, Take a little at a time in doses
Once you’re addicted, I just wanna kick it
You could pick the spot, I’ll be there with the quickness
Give it to you good, when I’m gone I’m sure you gon miss this
I don’t wanna love you
I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out
I wanna fuck you
Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house
Only if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been
If you want to
We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend |
Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
We get the club jumping from beginning to the end
Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme a Henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, this for .4 Nickel enough
I came to ball wit yall, buy up the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes, and niggas call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might never come home again nigga, aight
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Riding in Cashville and running all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep living
My momma just had a dream of seeing me in prison
My daddys a dope fiend, and I dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years and a nigga still living
The same old two step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em Buck, you know Im gonna get em, raaaaa!
I know you gon let me shine and get mine
I know you gon let me in wit this nine
I know you gon let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gon let me shine and get mine
I know you gon let me in wit this nine
I know you gon let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D
I know Im sinning but Im winning at the same time
Took a couple shots from a nigga tryin to take mine
Im back on the block, wit a chopper and a Tech nine
Niggas shooting cops in the hood running stop signs
G-UNIT, The Gang! Bitches doing what the thugs do
GDs, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too
Move let me come through
Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
Im riding in the old school listening to some oldies
My gold keep shinin, them hoes keep crying
The handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem perform at the Grammys
The reason niggas like Eric Benet, probably cant stand me
Cause I know money will make Halle Berry come out them panties, bitch!
Yall niggas in trouble they should of never let me in-in
I know you gon let me shine and get mine
I know you gon let me in wit this nine
I know you gon let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gon let me shine and get mine
I know you gon let me in wit this nine
I know you gon let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em how to stunt, teach em how to counts stacks
Now where ya hood at, Buck If you want to
We fifty deep up in here what you gon do
Who want beef, I aint come for no name calling
Dont be mad cause we is and you aint balling
Getting money is my motto for you broke folks
You spend ya whole life paying on ya car notes
Its alright if you still on the block boy
See Imma cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, and my peeps thats behind bars
As soon as they come home, Ill go and buy them all cars, Young Buck!
I know you gon let me shine and get mine
I know you gon let me in wit this nine
I know you gon let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D
I know you gon let me shine and get mine
I know you gon let me in wit this nine
I know you gon let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon let me drink wit no I.D
We get the club jumping from beginning to the end
Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win |
Now we can play but you can’t stay
You gotta go
You gotta go
Now we can play but you can’t stay
You gotta go
You gotta go
I met her at the club
Then I said wassup
I took her to the crib
You know I fucked
Yeah toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Thats why I toot and boot it
Whoaa whoa, whoaa whoa, whoaa whoa, whoaa whoa
First time I met her, I aint know she was a freak
Now I give her a girlfriend when she want something to eat
She likes her, I love us
Them both my bitches, nigga don’t touch
We got an open relationship
So I fuck with whoever I wanna fuck with
Champagne pop, the party it don’t stop
After the after-party better ask somebody
Then it’s back to the crib, this is the way I live
She toot it then I boot it out
I chew another chick
She know how I get down
2Pac I get around
Give me California love right at the back of my truck
Girl let me toot that boot that stop acting stupid
Acting like you dont know me like who that
Walked in the club but Ill fly things
Im in the back girl you know where to find me
And I love how she think Im cute
And she dont even wanna tell me what she wanna do
Its me and my crew, her and her friends
And they all trying to leave with us when the club ends
And she toot it from the back and you know she made it clap
And you know I run it back like
Only for one night
And she know Im on like a switch-on light
Hey girl I can have you feeling right
I can supply the pipe
Just make sure its tight
We can do it all day only for one night
And after that you gotta go
I toot it to the left, I toot it to the right
Fuck with me we gonna do it all night
I seen a bad bitch I swing my hat back
And after I hit its on my back
Cause I toot it and boot it, and it made her feel stupid
Cause I toot it and boot it, and it made her feel stupid |
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now
Im strapped bitch, we ballin
I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now
Im strapped bitch, we ballin
So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz
Them niggas you be fucking with, I wouldnt fuck with them
Im on that brick shit, you still on that block shit
I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, bitch
Man, get your weight up, I said get your weight up
Stay in your place fore you get your ass sprayed up
Man, I aint ever scared, I got all kind of guns
Im getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one
Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip, bitch
Im cold as ice, check the temperature on my wrist, trick
I blew three hundred grand, what kind of watch is that?
I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, ho
Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis, now Im hotter
So its Tom Ford and Armani, YSL, Im fly as hell
I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on
I look good enough to eat, your bitches suck me and all fuck me
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now
Im strapped bitch, we ballin
I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now
Im strapped bitch, we ballin
You say you hard as a motherfucker, you goin H.A.M
Were strapped in this motherfucker, now understand
Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta shit
Dump 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it hot up out this bitch
My diamonds bigger, grimy niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger
Line a nigga, its a stick up, money pick up, dust kick up
Tires screeching when Im reaching, 50 preach in church, bitch
This is pimping, fuck around and end up in the worst shit
Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag
Body bag, killer swag, blood all on my Gucci shit
Now Im mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad
Fucking fag, look at your ass, why you make me do this shit?
Im built for this, so I was told
Since mama gone Ive been on my own
Im for real about it, man, fuck how you feel about it
Nigga, we in the streets, thats why we holdin heat
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now
Im strapped bitch, we ballin
I got that burner on me, I-I-Im up now
Im strapped bitch, we ballin |
Yall niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is dro, yall for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different weeds in the spot, choose one
Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
Frontin and Ill clap your ass and leave you for dead son
Niggas who know me, know how I get down, Im fresh out the pound
NYPD quick to flip, get on some New York undercover shit
Fuck wit dogs you aint familiar wit, and get bit
Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
Its all about the cash, keep it in a stash
Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass
Popo lookin for me, for some shit I did in the past
If you dont like me at first, Im gonna grow on you like a rash
This rap shit, I got it in smash, Im built to last
Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh
You dont have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass
I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
The power of the dollar
Nigga dont you ever forget, I call the shots
I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin drops
Im livin off experience like Lox; Im hot
Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Comin up out the capsule spot
On the uptown block, he couldnt run from the cops
So my man got shot
In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his moms crib on his block
I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
Niggas told em slow down, he was movin too fast
Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast
The kid who had it done was a crude fella
Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella
We aint know them, but now we know better
Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
He wont hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
Believe that, now niggas know that hes back
I aint got a worry in the world, if its beef, dont sing it, bring it
Parents warn their kids, about people like me
Im out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter
Before I die, Im gonna see more blow than Rich Porter
50 Cent, dont get it fucked up from Queens, not Fort Greene
Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it
I check and correct it, flow perfected
I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it
If you aint tryin to feel the flames from the blast
Respect a nigga cash
My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
Fuck the police, handle beef on the street
On a scale of 1 to 10, Im a 9 with 2 MMs
If your man want to get involved, Ill bring it to him
Niggas been wantin me dead, Im still here kid
They send their dogs to come get me
They wet shit, but they aint hit me
Word in the hood is 50, shifty
Niggas they dont want to go against me
Cause they know I hunt your ass alive |
Everybody say
Yeah, its 50 cent, and Lloyd Banks, and young Buck, and Joe
G-Unit!
Baby I wanna rock n roll with you, tear tha club up
And still hit them blocks and shows with you
Can you picture me and you not even friends, no crew?
We gonna do whatever you wanna do
Ill take ya mind off whatever you goin through
Just sit back and relax to the sound of the sax
Im hood but that dont mean I ride around with the rats
I work and make you lose a couple pounds in the sack
Look at what we got right here such a work of art
Someone ill give my heart to any thing, its what ill do
Just so that she would be mine, i give her all my time
Every part of me, my mind, soul, and my body whats up?
I wanna..
Ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride
The type that just dont care
If its you i want im gon come and get you
And see whats really good with you
Please believe ill take you there
But first lets see if your intellectual matches up with your physical Baby, I wanna
Ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride
Come on and ride with a thug we can do what you like
A baller baby you see the blue in my ice
Drop the top and let your hair blow back
Them JLO jeans girl that ass so fat
Buck know just what to do with all that
Chest to chest so ill hit it from the back
I do it like a pro, wont nobody know
Lets pop some more ride and listen to Joe
I just want to let you know that ooh, youre so beautiful
And that nothings impossible, the places that we can go
I just want to let you know that ooh, youre so beautiful
And that nothings impossible, the places that we can go
Ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride
Ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride
Everybody say...
I just want to let you know that ooh, youre so beautiful
And that nothings impossible the places that we can go
I just want to let you know that, that ooh, youre so beautiful
And that nothings impossible the places that we can go
Ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride
Ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride with ya, ride with ya, ride with ya
I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya
I wanna ride |
Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!
This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I aint stoppin till my clique poppin
Swimmin in barrels of money
Ma can walk around with her head up, cuz her child aint a dummy
Its funny, niggas would rather see you sufferin and hungry
Im comfy as hell, skatin with another niggas money
You lyin your ass off, you know you aint that tough
Im pullin your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of the game, or
Artillery thats about as long as a chainsaw
Im wide awake but it still feels like Im dreamin
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence of a females the form of a demon
Thats why I, fuck em and leave em
Get my nut while Im breathin
Cause they thought theyd catch me slippin, now Im duckin and trippin
Thats a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin?
You trippin, more records could get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through Mama bitchin in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, Papa was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards
You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me
Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
Chi Chi, get the yayo
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train, What!
Chi Chi, get the yayo
Picture me being crack
You can sniff me, cut me, Ill turn you to a junkie
Im the number one seller in the whole fuckin country
Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow
Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
Im smuggled, Im nothin but trouble
Ill make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
Ill turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
Ill pay all your bills and fill your frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
You can put me in your door panels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
You tryin to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me
Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Picture me polishin pistols, Im comin to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin
Think Im playin? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin
Start to wave em and boy shell cases get to droppin
If Jeffreys down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
Im outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin Im stoppin
Im dyin to pop it, Im young and Im restless, you know the contestants
As the world turns, theres lessons to be learned
Count all my blessins, clean up my weapons
Im ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like 50 nice chain
Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games
Ballin out, cant stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, cause Im doin good
Or cause niggas feelin me more than you in your own hood
And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back
Cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin frontin nigga
Talkin all that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my hood nigga
Read the Daily News nigga you see them talkin about me nigga
Im in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit! |
Dont wanna talk to you
Dont know you
Dont know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasin
You a bitch; I let it bang
Nigga, you keep talkin ; I keep walkin
Fuck around til the heat talkin
Then its your coffin
I dont fuck with you; you dont fuck with me
Nigga, talkin just aint my cup of tea
Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch
Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch
I dont fuck with you, and you know it, show it
4-deep whip, stolen, rollin
Fo-five, I tote it, blow it
Leave your head split open, swollen
Now its all in your noggin, poppin
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin
Drop it, man they plottin on my drug house
Man, I hope they dont run in before I run out
Im runnin out, I dont know who to trust now
No dap, hugs, or whats ups now
I dont fuck around with the fuck arounds
You see me here, get the fuck from round me
I dont talk, texts
I dont off bets
I dont fuck with niggas aint from the set
Im from the projects
Surprised you aint got robbed yet
I really dont do no conversatin, no call waitin
I know yall hatin; Im cool with it
On probation with no patience
I hop out and act a fool with it
Fuck who did it
If you with it, then you get it
Two to your fitted
I dont fuck with none of yall anyway
Your funeral could be any day
Ever since I said send the Yay
You fuck niggas been in the way
Im just doin what 50 say
Puttin a hundred rounds in the K
Buck
I dont fuck with you; you dont fuck with me
Nigga, talkin just aint my cup of tea
Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch
Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch
My four-five, I grip it, grip it
Work chef, and Ill whip it, whip it
Four days, and Ill flip it, flip it
Fuck off a meal ticket, ticket
Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
Up after we throw it, throw it
Big money, we blow it
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
Still do; we aint new to it
Boy, I aint never gon tell on me
You bitch nigga, bet you do
You talk a lot
Niggas around here dont say much
Niggas around here dont play much
Soon as shit pop, they blame us
Cause the money aint never gon change us
A lot of gun talk in the streets
But real recognize real beef
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Never slippin, steady grippin, killin for nonsense
Sideline hatin, backbitin haters
Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
Green light, what?
Green light, woo
My money cause a fuckin Holocaust
I green-light you
I dont fuck with you; you dont fuck with me
Nigga, talkin just aint my cup of tea
Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch
Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch
I dont fuck with you; you dont fuck with me
Nigga, talkin just aint my cup of tea
Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch
Dont wanna shoot the shit; Im a shoot a bitch |
Money make a pimp, pimp hoes
Hustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what?
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin aint a game
Nigga go against the grain gon get tore out the frame
TVs in the Range, Im into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroin
50 Cent, thats my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit gon change
Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range
Run away with ya rollie, your rings and your motherfuckin chain
Aint nothing funny mang, Im about my money mang
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playin
Better understan what Im sayin what Im sayin, I aint playin
Ill be in front of your crib, layin, with the Mac to start sprayin
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lame
Crackersll put ya in chains, boxll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
That ho loose as hell, you betta crack the whip, mang
A pimp aint a pimp with no mothafuckin hoes
A hustler aint a hustler with no mothafuckin dough
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke
I live life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin to lose, everything to gain
Either you with me or against me man aint nuttin change
Nigga, you.. go against the grain, Ill make you.. walk with a cane
Now nigga now who you gon blame when shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang
O thirty-one blood, yall niggas do your thang
You got two felonies, fuck it, go out with a bang
Yall niggas wanna hang with niggas that filthy rich
They aint even got to talk to take your bitch
One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o
She seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmes
Ayo the bitch used to bring you dough, used to be your bottom ho
Now your paper comin slow, she feel like she had to go
Roll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers
Politic with the willies the real shot callers
I got one life to live, follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Haters tryin me, hoes is a-bidein me, media ride me
King of the Underground so the streets is steady hiding me
Representin sure tasters, the yay keep takin pride in me
Streets Deciple slide-in me, status reports the badest
You caught walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort, I gots to break a bastards back
Tore em up, get lem ready to port, put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin
If I have to mack ya wife then I will, its me and 50 Cent
My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us
Thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill, thats on the Trill
Im on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you
Without you even knowing got you strippin and even hoeing
You dont wanna let the pro in the door, this what we showin
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?
Is your bitch your bitch all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everythingll be fine, bitch
Runnin from pimpin, bitch you need to run to some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on ho
You still aint figured out what a ho supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here, huh bitch?
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that ho?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch! |
Yeah, lets take em back
91, I stepped in this game
After Whats the 411? things aint been the same
And I cant complain
But with all this fame comes a whole lot of pain, but
Im so glad to be here and my musics still sincere
Lets get back to the story of all this pain and glory
And 94 was my life and my life wasnt right
So I reached out to you and told you what Ive been through
Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already 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 a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
Then I came with Share My World
But at that point I was just a foolish girl trying to find my way
Then I dropped the Mary album
And people were saying that its just not gonna work
And my feelings, they did hurt
But my fans showed me so much love
And I owe it all to them
Then I came with No More Drama, I remember that week
Yeah, it was when Aaliyah died, I couldnt hardly sleep
Thought about it every day and it made me change my way
Im a real woman now because of all of these days
Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already 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 a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
You remind me of a real love
Real love
All night long Im goin down
Reminisce on the love we have
You are everything, love without a limit
What you gonna do without my life, my life, my life, my life?
Hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
And Im gon shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go head, envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already 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 a soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
Hate it or love it
Im gon shine
Go head, envy me , Im the soul hip-hop queen
And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me
Right now I wanna thank
Each and every person out there thats ever done anything for Mary J. Blige
I wanna thank TV, radio, talk shows, friends, family
But most of all I wanna thank my fans
For hanging in there with me during the bad times
And now youre here
To see me at a point in my life where I can actually call myself a queen
And for those of you that dont like it
This is what you can do
You can do this
You can hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it |
G-G-G-G-G Unit
I’m that nigga, I’m the plug
I’m that nigga, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud
I’m that nigga so I pack heat
In case you niggas try to catch me on the back streets
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga
Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures
I aint standing on the block, ho
Hit my phone and it’s on, bitch, it’s motherfuckin’ hot, yo
Nigga snitching on me?
Got a whole clique, got em screamin’ S-B-O-E
God damn it, I don’t see
How a nigga fixed his mouth to say he done made me
I got beef with a ton of niggas
Not now one of them niggas ever try to run up on me
But they said they used to hold me down
And they know how I get down
Bitch, I keep that gun around me
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
My lady banging, but aint as cool as her cousin
We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming
She think she on to something
There aint no love, never mattered though
Your ordinary rapper know
Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho
Aint a nigga that can see me
13 years killing shit, a villain on your TV
Little niggas wanna be me
Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti
Time to ball on em, ready, set, hike
Do I love a bitch? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike
Catch a nigga at the light, he gon bitch up like a dyke
He okay then til he bit, ball worser than his wife
Get your head buzzed right
To the white meat on the white sheet
Mazent, we don’t play that shit on my street
Couldn’t walk up in the shoes that’s on my feet
Ain’t another real nigga like me
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece
With about ten off that Jimmy Henchman beef
New Corvette, switch gears fast, nigga
Leave you wet like splish splash, nigga
Run up, it’s a hundred yard dash, nigga
Just ‘cause I rap don’t mean I won’t blast, nigga
Studio full of plaques, known as the greats
Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates
I got a shawty named Mary Jane
She got a girl named Pure Cocaine
And now you know the deal
We turned up in the trap house late night
See this the reason why a rapper still deal white
And this the Unit crew, thought I should’ve told you
If you a rapper in the game we should mold you
And, man, shout out my nigga Boosie, he just roll through
Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love? |
Aight, check this shit out
Yall niggas gon stay in the car
Imma go and handle this shit
Gimme ten minutes, If I dont come out, yall come in
The money stays in the car til I say so... word up
Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man
This is what yall niggas is workin wit for 22 cents a gram?
Man, when I come up in here treat me like Im fam
I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram
Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
Got a spot and I cant afford to stop the flow
Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit ya Man?
Standin against the wall with a gun in his hand
I aint on no funny shit Im on some get this money shit
Every four days in PA I move another brick
According to the DEA I sold dope in VA
My coupe stay in Queens but the plates read VA
Ill show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me
Let me buy a brick and get the other on consignment
I know, dont remind me
If I catch another case Imma kill Guiliani
It aint even safe to sell a pack at night
Got task ridin round the projects on Mountain Bikes
NY aint the same, its OT playa
You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
Hit the highway and take it to a town near you
And get that money man, get that money man
NY aint the same, its OT playa
You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
Hit the highway and take it to a town near you
And get that money man, get that money man
Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and Im not around
That means I copped and I went outta town
You motherfuckers know how I get down
Im bout my money man, Im bout my money man |
My new chick, my new chick said her ex never rode for her
My new chick said her ex never wrote for her, I told her shawty Ima ride
My new chick said her ex took money from her, I said bitch Ima ride
She got rid of a loser, you know to fuck with a winner
Man I roll up in the Rolls, to pick that ass up for dinner
I got the deluxe apartment, I mean we up in the sky
Put my bitch on the runway, she G5 fly
I got that paper to play with, now why the fuck would she stay with
A nigga bringing the down down, he was bringing it down
I put her up on game, now she wont fuck with a lame
Even if a nigga wave I tell, I got her like
New crib, new life on the map
Girl you wanna see a hater look back
I dont ever wanna see you with your next man
Im better than your ex man, baby
Its cold man, feeling cold outside
I keep you warm, when its cold outside
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick
My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch
My new chick
My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch
Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick said her ex did nothing to her, I said shawty Ima do it
My new chick said her ex found a next bitch, I said I aint gonna lose it
Fly high, G5 to the sky now
Girl you wanna see a hater look down
I dont ever wanna see you with the ex man
Im better than your ex man baby
Its cold man, feeling cold outside
I keep you warm, when its cold outside
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick
My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch
My new chick
My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch
Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick said her ex never wrote for her
Never cop bags, pop tags at the store for her
My new chick said her ex was a lame
Sex was the same, only shreds and complaints
Need a playa in the game, got a thang for a d boy
Tats in my frame, gold chain know its flee boy
Swagger, bout mane balenciaga
He dont even know how a real nigga got her
On to the next, too strong for your ex
Tennis your bracelet, present your rolex
Popping corks to the best, make it toast to the final things
Steer at you in the Ghost through my designer frame
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride
Girl you know Im gonna ride
My new chick
My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch
My new chick
My new chick, gonna call in your next bitch
Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride
Baby Im gonna ride, girl you know Im gonna ride |
50, uh
ScHoolboy Q
Haha
Smiling...?
Nigga you gon make me Flip On You!
You gon make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon make me-you gon make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon make me Flip On You!
You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon make me Flip On You!
Nigga you aint gon be moving when this clip is through!
Nigga, Im the one that bought all them bitches out
Got a G-A-T this MVP dont run his mouth, nigga
You gon make me fill this clip for you
You gon make me unload then reload em number 2
Nigga, Ive been known to get them Oxys off
I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off
Nigga, Im from the Mecca of the Groove
The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues
Live my life behind the rules
Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes
Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face
Bounce spring over the gate, didnt get caught
I guess my escape, nigga was fate
I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe
Now its, back to adding, points to the crime rate
Get slumped in your drive way
You gon make me hurt your boy
You gon make me put that work in boy
You gon make me get to murkin boy
Focus on money, Im in and out ass fast
She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash
Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand
Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams
Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams
I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife
Apparently, your bitch ass aint acting right
Niggas killed your man, you aint gon get him back?
What? You is tired out? Why you aint get around to that?
You wander, I travel, I have a destination
Ill be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason
My style? Itll never die, boy Im immortal
You shoot me down, Ill get back up and keep coming for you
Man on fire, hitman for hire
Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon retire
Now they bitch giving me head, Im the man, a man admires
Whats up? |
Nigga dont act like a BITCH!
Thats why I never love a BITCH!
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH!
She sucked me off, dont kiss that BITCH!
Ohh, why? Ohh, whyd you marry that BITCH?
He said he love her mayne, he really think he love her, mayne
She a superfreak, freakier than he understand
Shes not the type of girl that you take home to your mother
Shes the type you take to the track to come up on sucker
Watch her deep throat! - See her D.P
In and out both holes like its easy
Its not a big deal, she doin what she do
She doin it with everybody, not just you
Hello! - Im tryna put you up on game
You get emotional, then you could get the fuck on, mayne
You buy her everything, you let her treat ya like a trick
Your sugar daddy mentality it make a nigga sick
She ask for it you just run and get it for her
No matter how much you give her, she wants more
I hate to tell you, but you in love with a whore
And chances are if niggas try they gonna score. - Man fuck that bitch! -
Thats why Ill never love a BITCH!
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH!
She sucked me off, dont kiss that BITCH!
Ohh, why? Ohh, whyd you marry that BITCH?
I get everything I wanna get
I have some fun with it. - And make her momma trip
Cause if Im in her life - its a problem!
A real players at your girl, you better stop him!
Turn your back on the bitch she aint actin right
He hit it way before you now hes back in her life.
Whatchu gon do when you lose her?
She got a nigga on the side just to use her!
If its me, Im parkin at the front door
And you be knockin on her bedroom window
!
You see the shadows! - You hear the sounds
But you dont do nothin you just turn back around
Like a BITCH! - Feelings hurt, ready to cry!
You caint believe, everything she said was a lie
She got a lot of bitch in her but not more than you
I never underestimate - what yall boysll do!
- You love her. - I fuck her!
She my jump-off she yo baby mama
You kiss her. - I twist her
And send her ass back to you before you miss her!
Im a playa, baby!
I dont play no games
I remain the same, I aint never gon change my ways for no BITCH!
Thats why Ill never love a BITCH!
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH!
She sucked me off, dont kiss that BITCH!
Ohh, why? Ohh, whyd you marry that BITCH?
40! Never-slippin-and-slippin-and-skippin-and-drippin and missin!
These cats that I be hangin around dont listen!
I-be-hippin-and-sippin-and-smokin-and-drinkin and spittin,
And these musty mouth broads they be trippin!
I mean the bitch thought she was bad. - I knew what that batch was thinkin
When she thought what she was thinkin. - But she shouldnta thought that!
I told her the money costs too much and I aint got a dime
You got to pay me! - Or pay me no never mind!
I-I dont sit on the toilet when I go piss
You-you got feminine tendencies like a bitch!
Me-me Im solid and concrete I keep it funky
We-we we pull up in somethin, actin a donkey.
She-she she liftin her dress up showin her monkey,
See-see he trippin, he trickin, throwin her money!
B-B-I-T-C-H, all in her face
E-E-40 so laced, stay on the case! - AHHHH! |
Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker
Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker
I had a five hundred bags, 14 grams of powder
On the phone with my connect, this shit last about an hour
I need work, I repeat, I need work
My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked
When no money coming in is when the guns come out
Why the ds wanna sit in front of my momma house
You know its sort of like some shit you seen in a flick
Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
They say Im grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas
I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga
Dont take it personal, its just how I grind nigga
Figure, this is a dog-eat-dog world, man
Ebony enemy today Im tryin to duck, I got that hover
I heard itll make you kill a motherfucker
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down youd be like “I could just kill a man”
I dont fuck with them niggas from her projects
Theyre on section eight but niggas cars are straight
They aint out in the day time them niggas roaches
I dont stop down there if I aint got the toaster
Im in the six four five hard top, not the drop
Leanin, I see them niggas schemin, dream on
Touch me, shit I wish a nigga would
Ill have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood
Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker
Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker
They said I fell off, my Benz was on the repo truck
Around the same time niggas spot start gettin stuck
I say ‘I aint know none about nothing
Im on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin
I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
That crack money handsome, your bitch blowin me kisses
You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn
Im starting think you cant trust nobody
I hold my own strap, they aint gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac on me
Man since her cousin in a car crash died
She said ‘dont drink and drive, I say ‘just drink, dont drive
I had a morphine dream, I got heroine ambitions
Thats big money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
When I say Im straight, I mean Im straight
Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake
Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker
Im hood, Im so hood, Im ghetto like a motherfucker
Youse a purse snatchin ass nigga man
Youse a petty nigga
I can look at you, I can tell youse a petty nigga
Youse a car thief
Youse a idibitty nigga, Im a big city nigga
New York City Nigga |
Im minding my business officer; Im minding my business
Please just leave me alone
I told you the last time please leave me alone
(We want the officer who did the choke
As well as the officers that stood around)
Now why the fuck did you call them cops?
With your hands up you still getting shot
Here they come now, they out on patrol
They killed a few, they feeling to kill some more
Walked in here on that bullshit
I been turnt up all day bustin shots
Ever since Mike Brown went down
My whole city like, fuck a cop
Run the red light, fuck a stop
Bust his head when you pump the Glock
Got my bread up, I run the block
I dont play around with you bombaclot
Bring it you to you if you really want this
My heart cold, Ill send you something hot
Blowing kush, but Im staying focused
Cause niggas move when they think you not
That shit got my brother shot
Standing right in front of his mothers spot
But that got about ten of them popped
And last night another one of them dropped
We dont do no peace treaties
No backing down, no calling quits
Kidd Kidd tell these niggas how quick
Buck can get on my New Orleans shit
Like whodie, say bro, you must not know me
You want war? Okayyy
Man, who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
See the lights flashing, now here they come
Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
Lets stomp them out with both feet
They gon patch him up like a slow leak
Rest in Peace to Ezell, middle finger to the police
Fuck yall with no grease, no justice, no peace
They did Mike wrong like Cochise aint nobody getting no sleep
Now they saying we ignant, Buck is you rolling with me?
My hoodie on like Trayvon, Imma give Zimmerman the business
Where I go my niggas follow, hollow points thrown like a spiral
Its go time, show time, get clapped like the Apollo
Im trapped out like fuck yall, Ill abide by this gun law
Unless you gon do me like Eric Garner
If you catch me smoking on my cigar
Put my hands up and you pull your pistol
Just because Im a hood nigga
This full clip gon full flip you
Once again, police beating up on people
All he did was break up a fight and this is what happens for breaking up a fight
This is a disgrace, theres a test in this city and we intend to keep the pressure on |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I done told you, boy, Im a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I aint trying to hear shit, Im supposed to be rich
Motherfuckers getting with my bread
Then Im gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip, Ill go for your head
Ill have your nigga in an ambulance telling you hold on
The choir in your funeral singing you so long
The top shotta, that rock product, the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles, the whole spot up
The more paper the more strength, we gon get it
The fo fifth come with the amp, we aint missin
Im back on my bullshit, a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch, throw a song in your new whip
Nigga, its G-Unit, fuck your clique
Like syphilis, bitch, you stuck with this
Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldnt sign
You done lost your mind, bumped your head
Try to stop my shine, but I got bread
And I aint got time to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards Imma bust their head
I done told you, boy, Im a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I aint trying to hear shit, Im supposed to be rich
Motherfuckers getting with my bread
Then Im gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip, Ill go for your head
Im coming out of Southside, you know Im raw
Big-ass check, they show our score
I pull the dough out, and roll out, the cream Azure
The fo-fo out, I know bout the keys of war
Im hot, five hundred degress or more
My door block an M16 or more
Im in the store copping shit you aint seen before
Black card swipe, green galore
Yeah, I said these niggas stop talking then start worrying
The Feds keep coming, the money we burying
Im in a mean loft, Im in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to Teen Wolf
I drive a spaceship, nigga, 2008 shit
Hermès kicks on, I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
I done told you, boy, Im a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I aint trying to hear shit, Im supposed to be rich
Motherfuckers getting with my bread
Then Im gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip, Ill go for your head |
Some broke niggas flexin on the gram
I crack the grain, Im just bein petty
My ex postin pictures of her new man
So I smashed her friend, Im just bein petty
Too fascinated with doin the bid, yall just bein petty
Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks, Im just bein petty
So many hoes in the crowd
Gave us some coke and a smile
This weed we smokin so loud
So high, I hope we come down , yeah
I just ran em bands up, aint nothin they could tell me
I was bein patient, yall was bein petty
Now we bout to pop, sparklers and confetti
Everythin else straight, we turnt
In the snapback and Supreme shirt
Celebrate the money that the team earned
Stand too close, get your weave burned
But you sparkle like a January first
Ive been there, nigga, do your research
Couple cornrows, go grill to the label
Ima need a whole meal cause these rappers just dessert
Started from the bottom like Im puttin pants on
Now we spillin champagne on the Samsung
I dont make trap music or dance songs
Its a bunch of other side hitters, leave your fans on
Cause everyday I see
Some broke niggas flexin on the gram
I crack the grain, Im just bein petty
My ex postin pictures of her new man
So I smashed her friend, Im just bein petty
Too fascinated with doin the bid, yall just bein petty
Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks, Im just bein petty
So many hoes in the crowd
Gave us some coke and a smile
This weed we smokin so loud
So high, I hope we come down , yeah
I just ran em bands up, aint nothin they could tell me
I was bein patient, yall was bein petty
Now we bout to pop, sparklers and confetti
Im a rich nigga, still gettin niggas robbed, Im just bein petty
Niggas act like they want the smoke with me, but they aint ready
When they say they gon pull up, we be standin round, waitin with the 30s
I done did so much dirt, now I aint even gotta get my hands dirty
That bitch be all in your house
I jump in, all in her mouth
Is that what this shit all about?
This petty shit gotta stop
Dont make me get a chill, hit a chill
And slap the shit at ya, her pussy so good she got you tripping through the hood
But she aint into ya, so she pretending he fuck with you hard so you could blow the back. What kind of bitch wouldnt?
Some broke niggas flexin on the gram
I crack the grain, Im just bein petty
My ex postin pictures of her new man
So I smashed her friend, Im just bein petty
Too fascinated with doin the bid, yall just bein petty
Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks, Im just bein petty
So many hoes in the crowd
Gave us some coke and a smile
This weed we smokin so loud
So high, I hope we come down , yeah
I just ran em bands up, aint nothin they could tell me
I was bein patient, yall was bein petty
Now we bout to pop, sparklers and confetti
Roll up a joint and wont pass it to no one, Im just bein petty
Fuckin in the night and in the mornin time, I pay for the telly, uh
Stingy like an only child, Ima hold it down, spend a couple thou for a pack of loud
Nigga, I will front and you are backin down, down, down, done, done
This is a party to me, look at my roof, my diamonds so taller than me
I sold a base, like I was part of the beat, fuck you in all of the sheets, yeah
I want the work with them plastic bags, I stuff them, they ready
I treat it like billin my folks in the sand and still got a celly, hello
Some broke niggas flexin on the gram
I crack the grain, Im just bein petty
My ex postin pictures of her new man
So I smashed her friend, Im just bein petty
Too fascinated with doin the bid, yall just bein petty
Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks, Im just bein petty
So many hoes in the crowd
Gave us some coke and a smile
This weed we smokin so loud
So high, I hope we come down , yeah
I just ran em bands up, aint nothin they could tell me
I was bein patient, yall was bein petty
Now we bout to pop, sparklers and confetti |
Until God calls for me Ima keep ballin, keep on ballin
To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me
I know yall see me when Im ballin
You know I got to keep ballin
Till the FEDs come we ballin out
Yall niggas yall know what this about when Im ballin
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin, ballin, ballin, we shot callin
Versace down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, Im the same, old pimp
Fly over seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone
Got emergency blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weedll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo money, mo problems, fo fo will solve em
Just every day Im with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over music
Just got this brand new chopper and Im dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, this time I couldnt do it
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary going, do it
Put Prada on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zeros, six, six, nine, o seven five
Thats the number that they gave me when I arrived
Its just another form of slavery thats in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I know why
Until God calls for me Ima keep ballin, keep on ballin
To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me
I know yall see me when Im ballin
You know I got to keep ballin
Till the FEDs come we ballin out
Yall niggas yall know what this about when Im ballin
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin, ballin, ballin, we shot callin
Im yelling money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my mamas bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt aint got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin Rida Gang
Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came
Ballin on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, dont need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, Ive been picked out by God
Im never not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my records like, wheres my target at?
Came through your stereo, feel me charging back
Im owing you 15 bombs for that
Stains in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob attack
Stacks or dont call me, rain down til nobody standing
Wont show no snipe for your army, uh
Until God calls for me Ima keep ballin, keep on ballin
To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me
I know yall see me when Im ballin
You know I got to keep ballin
Till the FEDs come we ballin out
Yall niggas yall know what this about when Im ballin
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin, ballin, ballin, we shot callin |
I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It wont even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message
I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince killed Drake
Im a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way
I spend seven-and-a-half hours bagging up grams
Gotta watch these niggas with the sticky-ass hands
See my face through a hundred grams chopped on the mirror
Tell me I cant eat, I aint trying to hear it
JoJo wanted the bitches, I was trying to get my weight up
Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up
Im grimy, yeah, my friends killed my friends
Like Blackey, he did that shit to him
Get at me, Im back strapped up again
I tried, I cant change, Ill always be the same
I tell my little niggas fuck Preme
And any motherfucker down with em can suck me - Im still mad
I got the cream to make a murder scene
If yall niggas aint shooting yall cant fuck with me, come fuck with me
I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It wont even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message
The Ds kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick
I came on the nuts, son, niggas aint give me shit
I tried being cool, that cool shit dont work for me
I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectly
You cant park round here while Im down here
I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head
But that aint who he aim for, get who you came for
Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights
I dont clown, I get down, Im a different breed
Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me
I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone
Line em up nice, come through with the Mac blowin
Beef aint nothin new to me, its all a repeat
I leave a shooter by your door to make your ass leak
Now come out come out, find out what Im about
That Ruger, that luger, I air your ass out
I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It wont even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message |
50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards, niggas is sick
Feel this, nonstop
Motion picture shit, haha
Now dont think I wont hit you cause Im popular
I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha
Catch ya slippin Imma give you what I got for ya
My clip loaded wit 16 shots for ya
Never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe
Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you?
Homie you aint been through what I been through
You not like me and Im not like you
Im like a animal wit it when I spit it its crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryina play me
One shot is not enough you need least an Uzi to move me
After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin woozy
I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies
Im gangsta to the core nigga you cant move me
I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you
Spray shells through your convertible
Lotus, you notice?
Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is war
You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back
50 Cent, I know you like that
Yeah I know you like that
Green Lantern
Shady Records
Anger Management Tour, homie
Yeah |
What yall know about this thug shit, huh?
Ha-ha, TM, baby, come on
Trackmasters
Ha ha
Look we can shop together, mama, his and hers
Fifth Ave. shit, baby, Fendi furs
I aint tight with the chips, girl, Im down to splurge
If its ice you like Ill light up your life
VS2 Clarity, aight?
I play the block, I aint the type to punch a clock
Im the type to put the pedal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane, I mix dro wit hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
Its like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit a lot
I gave her jewels that I caught of a jux
Chanel bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She feisty, every now and then she wanna fight me
People saying if I get knocked she aint gon write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
A thugs what I want, a thugs what I need
Even though my friends dont seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And Im never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
Ayo, I treat you like you need to be treated like youre special
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap, now its Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You complain that we dont spend time
When Im OT on the grind going hard for mine
Yo, when shorty say she hate me you know she mean she love me
When she play me close at the bar that mean she want some Bubbly
See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly
She wanna flip, threaten to run keys across my whip
Try to burn a nigga with some hominy grits
Thats how she on it, when I met her she was lowkey
Now she wanna OD
You know me, I let her do her thing, son
I say what Im feeling, niggas say that Im illing
I sip Cristy so Im pissy like a staircase in your building
What?
A thugs what I want, a thugs what I need
Even though my friends dont seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And Im never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
A thugs what I want, a thugs what I need
Even though my friends dont seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And Im never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
And my friends dont understand how my baby laces me
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
And my friends dont understand and I think its jealousy
A thugs what I want, a thugs what I need
Even though my friends dont seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And Im never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby |
Back to bein free again
Back to bein me again
Hello
Its Coca the Don, nigga
With all my precious freedom
Woooo
My precious, precious freedom
Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down
Hey yo, Slay
Yo
I told you I got you, my nigga
Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down
Once again, New York City
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
StreetRunner on this one, uh
From where we at to my mans cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
What up, Macho?
From where we at to my mans cell
Straight out a cell, twelve in hell fell on my lap
A nigga was born to rap bout drug tales and all the rats
This is for Chef Jr., now thats Italiana
Chicken Parmesan and bocce with my paesanas
I told my Ill die with my honor
Six bad bitches, some marijuana, where find us
If you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these bitches sent me
Hopped in the Ghost, my wiz jumped in the sister Bentley
When Suge had the Row, Jay start the Roc
I was in the car, ends and all, fuck the cops
With the killer cross, had Iverson on the block
Graced the cover of The Source, tell me that aint hot
Went in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the max
Fuck them C.O.s, and C-hoes for hatin on crack
Four months on the toilet, shit, I can do that
Came with thirty, left with three, now how the fuck he do that?
Most these niggas in the Fed shoulda been in the State
Austin, Texas to Brazil, now we raisin the stakes
I seen Gordouli, know that nigga big like Chapo
Shout out to you know who, let me fuck in the chapel
, first thing in the mornin
Tried to send me to the shoe for the fresh pair of Jordans
I had a thing for the secretary, wassup Ms. Jordan?
All that ass in them pants had you feelin important
Left with Js on my feet
Straight out the cage, sun raised on the beach
And I aint got to lie, my son raised on the beach
Crib with the elevator, Gabe on the piece
Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down
Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my mans cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my mans cell
Gun tote, move dope, niggas know my repertoire
Bulletproof smart car, level six AR
Cocktail, Molotov, burn heat, turn heat
Revolve, cock, bang, revolve, its off
Cocaine, Medellín, codeine better lean
The fuck out my way, drive the bricks down the highway
Its an anthem when I rant, fuck you think I am, Kanye?
I had them wearin vestses, now these niggas wear dresses
I take you back to the essence, free of charge
A nigga so large, these niggas is stressin, I bless em
The pounds the purple with profits precise
With precision, well move you up to build you, get that right
Money motivation, this bread in the basket
Go ahead, say somethin bout it while you gettin your ass kicked
Niggas back on the New York bullshit
My little man post up in the bank with a full clip, he let it off
Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down
Its goin down, d-d-down, its goin down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my mans cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my mans cell
DJ Kay Slay the drama king
Fat Joe
50 Cent
New York City
Had to happen, its about politics
It could make a wrong situation right
Or a right situation wrong
Depending upon the players involved
Politics
Wack 100, what up?
Free again
Free again
Back to bein free again
Back to bein me again
With all my precious freedom
My precious, precious freedom |
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece
Comin equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze
Im all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you ho niggas
Run up on me and Ill be forced to let it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why? Stayin high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the dope game, niggasll die fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin major cash
til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin fed time
And its a bitch cause the judge gave you 8 years
You doin 6 and we know that you cant hang
You a trick rolled over turned snitch like a bitch
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 youre 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 youre into gettin rubbed
They got a nigga in the dice game
Im feelin lucky but the nigga just a little bigger
He tryin fuck me out my cash, Ima blast nigga
He dont know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga
Gotta go dont need to roll for the truck, I get em up
Left to right, my uppercutll hit em up
Im known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my Glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
Ima show you not to ever play a true nigga
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
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 youre 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 youre into gettin rubbed
Yall know me since 93, now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed, its the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will yall killas learn
Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates, we used to sell base
I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints off the shell case
Dont want no jail case, freedom miles standing at hells gate
Its hot, and the devils my cell mate
The games addictive, I cant stop, its like Im chasing that first high
Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie
The beef we serving is stir fried, swerving all through your urban
Hurting, every gate and corner, you working, Im
The bottom line, the school of hard knocks turn into Columbine
And my set is throwing up dollar signs
Some get gwop, some get pop, me?
I got a ziplock of bubble gum, just for selling Chris Rock
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently yall killas came to bitch, nigga
So, who you with, nigga, dont even trip, nigga
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter
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 youre 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 youre into gettin rubbed
Go, go, go, go, go Charlotte its your birthday
We gon party like its your birthday
We gon sip Bacardi like its
Its the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing
Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling
Top billin, make a million
Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati
Now they got me on Hard Copy didnt have to shoot Versace
Yet you still wanna watch me
Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday
Hopin that we can reunite N.W.A
All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, more murders
Shit can just turn into the circus
Standin over the carcass
You look like the kind of nigga thatd press charges
We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes
We longitude, you latitude, have some gratitude
To the niggas that started this shit
Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit
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 youre 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 youre into gettin rubbed |
New York City!
You are now ridin
With 50 Cent!
You gotta love it!
I just wanna chill and twist the la
Catch stunts in my 745
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
Cuz I just wanna chill and take a ride
Shotgun in your 7-45
Oh baby you know I got your back, and I need to feel you next to me
We got a baby and you know that I
Would have another, man I want your child
Sometimes I really wanna cry, cause the love is so good
Girl, its easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down, and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Boy, if you really love me now
Can we walk down the aisle?
Cause you know Im gonna hold you down
Cause when you was down and out
I was still around
You gettin money now, but I still got love for you
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 and support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz
Would you poof! and disappear like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I 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 flipped 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 can have a lil drink, you know, a nightcap
And we could do what you like, I know you like that
If you fell off tomorrow, you could stay at my crib
If you didnt smell so good, I would still have your kid
If you got locked up, Id put money on your books
Id marry you through conjugal visits, and itd be off the hook
You could still keep the hoopty, if you couldnt cop a Benz
Boy Id never dip out, like some of your friends
If the boys try to get you, Id be by your side
Like Cleo from Set it Off, and you know Ill ride
If you gotta peel a cap baby, do it papi
And if a chick wanna a piece of me, I know you got me
You have to work at Mickey Ds or Burger King, Id be there for you cause I kknow we gotta eat
I aint got too many friends, you know that babe
If you use your tongue, baby Ill behave
You know I dont drink, cause I wanna have ur baby
Cause Im your girl, and them other chicks is maybe
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, are you the one for me? Cause if so girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams?
Im starin at ya trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see
And when you asked me about it I said it 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 takes
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?
Boy, if you really love me now
Can we walk down the aisle?
Cause you know Im gonna hold you down
Cause when you was down and out
I was still around
You gettin money now, but I still got love for you
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
Ill ask 21 questions, and they all about us
If you only knew how I feel
Boy you would know that my love is for real
21 answers to the questions you got
Ill always love you if you got money or not |
I, know, you, know
Im, on, fiiiii-re
If, you dont know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you dont know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now Im rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggasll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you cant afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to separate the real from the fake ones
Hand on my heater Nina replica to carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my papers straight
Family losin its legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggas hate but Ill be damned if they hold me down
Front niggas didnt know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually itll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While Im in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga
If, you dont know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you dont know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Uhh, they never seen 26s on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggas hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo ice in my mouth than Baby
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dres beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This aint no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I aint crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my Glock, and my ear to the streets
Im a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
If, you dont know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you dont know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Bentley Azure dreams, G5 agendas
The hood had made a nigga heart colder than December
Dont take much to make my gun go off
One shotll make a hardrock look oh so soft
If you dont know you better ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou, they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say Im that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, West side dont front
You know about them Grape Street gangstas, Gd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, were on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally Glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wan talk with me
Im a real rudebwoy, ya nah wan ramp with me, seen!
If, you dont know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you dont know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy |
Trackmasters, 99 shit
Huh uh, huh uh, yea
Slow dough, is better than no dough
Get caught talking to popo
Then get hit with a fofo
My niggas they loco
Go against me thats a no-no
Yall niggas is so-so
Thats why you aint got no dough
Put me through any test I bet ya Ill pass cause Im a cheater
Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohibas
My team been puffing cheeba and packing heaters
Since the days of shell toe Adidas And aint shit come between us
Look Im winning now and Imma keep on winning
I see with you aint nothing changed same gators same linen
Fuck the don shit, nigga Im an armed convict I live wild
Beat cases before a trial grand jury style Im foul
You wondering why I dont smile Im schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you dont know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Symbolizing the change that Im bringing to this game
Thingsll never be the same
Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot
Like I wont grab the Glock and run up in your spot
Six double O drop Ill put two in your knot
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing youve got
Here I stand on the alley on Guy Brew same spot where Ra got shot
The blocks hot warrant squad flashing my mug shot
Everybody know Im loco, move on po po, blast the fo fo
Roll dolo rock solo, I should be OT on the low yo
Park the 6 and push the Volvo
I hear they go cuckoo when they puff Co Co
I sell Yayo the price up and down like yo-yo
But keep that on the low though, nobodys supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every O yo
Fucking with the cash flow thatll get you blast yo
Ha Ha Ha I always get the last laugh yo
I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for rec
While you niggas race neck to neck
While niggas who live from check to check
I aint even going to front I aint working with a full deck
Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards
Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming Im right back on the street
Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me
Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
But you aint been through what I been through and this shit aint that easy |
Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
Yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil bit
Yeah..
There aint shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
Except loyalty and love between thugs
For you I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
For you, I walk up close and lay a niggas kid
For you, there aint a damn thing that I wont do
Im a Thug, this the way I show my love for you
Nigga for you, I get the coke, Ima turn it into cash
For you, if we go broke, we gon rob a nigga ass
For you, if we get knocked, Ima have to take the weight
Cause with a record like yours, doawg, you aint staying upstate
Nigga for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew
Cause I know youd do the same thing too
I ride for you, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
How could you not love a thug like me?
Would you ride for me?
You aint even got to ask
Would you die for me?
Nigga, they blast you, they blast me
Would you cry for me?
Shit, when I die dont cry for me
Just keep repping Southside for me
Would you ride for me?
You aint even got to ask
Would you die for me?
Nigga, they blast you, they blast me
Would you cry for me?
Shit, when I die dont cry for me
Just keep repping Southside for me
Nigga, Im the stem, you the crack
Im the clip, you the gat
Im the Glock, you the mac
Im the artist, you the trap
Im a pen, you the pad
Im the Dutch, you the bag
Im the knife, you the stab
Im the driver, you the Jag
Im the ice, you the bezel
Im grimy, you ghetto
Im the bow, you the arrow
Im the shell, you the barrel
Im a pimp, you a player
Im dope, you the hustler
Im a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler
Would you ride for me?
You aint even got to ask
Would you die for me?
Nigga, they blast you, they blast me
Would you cry for me?
Shit, when I die dont cry for me
Just keep repping Southside for me
Would you ride for me?
You aint even got to ask
Would you die for me?
Nigga, they blast you, they blast me
Would you cry for me?
Shit, when I die dont cry for me
Just keep repping Southside for me
You can catch me in public housing with bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains bundled up to ski
Since time is money I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
You see the ice, you know its top notch
And when it comes to dice Im seeing shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
When I grind I wear the same shit tomorrow
When you grind its Showtime at the Apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta hot sixteen
Well, my flows like a hoe thats sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
They mad cause they see me in Cancun, bitches
But Im ghetto, straight from the hood, my nigga
If theres no toothbrush Ima use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
Im a grown man, still living like Im young
With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice Im called Jack Frost, man
And while we sipping on Cris you sipping backwash, man
Your team got heart, but your hearts in my hand
You want sixteen bars in song format
Or sixteen cars on your moms doormat - what? |
Yeah, Im a special kind of nigga with mines, yknow?
I grind, I gets my paper, yknahmean?
Ha ha ha, oh yeah
Im a bonafide hustler
Nigga get out of line Ill gut, ya
Me - Im bout my paper its fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine
I come at you from behind with my nine
Im a bonafide hustler
They say heavens for churchgoers and hells for the heathens
So Imma just ball the fuck out while Im breathin
Eighth after eighth, whatchu know about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends sucking on that glass dick
Now Sham stay askin for a dime for 9
Ill tell you what, Ill hook you up just one last time
Customs is comin son is pumpin watch the packs dissolve
Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it all
Thats that joint whats his name son? I dont remember
That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing Gone Til November
I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin
Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted
Got that hydro burnin, got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash
If I go in the club son and niggas start dumbing
Start shooting and I aint strapped, fuck it Im running
- repeat 2X
Im a bonafide hustler
I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends know my name now from standin on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack
A bunch of lil niggas with dime sacks in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects
You see the police, but we gon sell our dope regardless
You niggas know me, from fillin up your heroin needles
Im connected with them people who dont speak no English
We aint scared of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags nigga you already know
I dont trust no ho, thats how T got popped
He showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the streets on lock
Hed break down the blocks, Id open up shop around the clock
And I aint gon stop, so soon as you come home from the pen
We at it again, we gettin em for ten my nigga
- repeat 2X
Im a bonafide hustler
You know Im a hustler ey
Now Im headed down South and thats my word
Im on the Greyhound bout to move these birds
And if these niggas dont let me sling
{click clack} Im out there robbin everything
Got a brand new MAC, and a P-89
Yas a hustler, man I stay on the grind
9 grams of heroin, 100 grams of coke
12 os of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke
3 gals of dust juice and a tank of LSD
And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two
When I was younger with my crew I had them niggas sniffin glue
Its 40s for the gram to them truckers in Bamas
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer
Im a hustler, man I supply the fiends
Im a hustler, nigga Ill sell you a dream
- repeat 2X
Im a bonafide hustler |
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go Shawty, its your birthday
We gon party like its your birthday
No Shawty, its Beyoncé
We gon party like, its ya birthday
We gettin naughty like its ya birthday
So put ya drink up in the air if you look sexy
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
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
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
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 always drama in the club
Now that I roll with Dre everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love
Look homie, aint nothin changed: pros down, Gs up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll them trees 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, fo sho theyll 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
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
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
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed
Im the chick with the hot ish, Manolo Blahnik
Jimmy Choo kicks, killin it, who you with?
Me and my girls at the party with the diamond Zinatis
Im that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body
Im that fly chick 56, Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabulous, glamourous, its effortless
Make-up light and dewy with my pastel Luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin vintage Gucci
You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub
Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug
Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love
So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug
You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub
Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug
Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love
So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug
My nails, my hair, my diamond rings
Shining with all my fancy things
My crib, my car, my clothes, my jewels
Why you mad? Cause I came up, and I aint changed
Im that girl wearing Chanel pearls
Chandeliers in my ears from Bailey Banks & Biddles
Ya feelin my style, ya feelin my flow
Hair chic, smells sweet, like flow to flow
Im the lady sippin Baileys while I strut like a model
If the ladies wanna hate me, I just send them a bottle
I know I got it, but dont flaunt it even though brothas want it
Dancin dirty while Im flirtin, cause he checkin up on me
You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub
Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug
Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love
So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed
My nails, my hair, my diamond rings
Shining with all my fancy things
My crib, my car, my clothes, my jewels
Why you mad? Cause I came up, and I aint changed
You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub
Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug
Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love
So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug
You can find me in da club, sippin on some bub
Daddy, I got what you need, you my sexy lil thug
Dont wanna be your girl, I aint lookin for no love
So come give me a hug, you my sexy lil thug
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go Shorty, its your birthday
We gon party like its your birthday
And we gon sip Bacardi like its your birthday
And you know it |
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Dont turn on me, dont turn on me
And when they claim that Im washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
Im warning you, dont turn on me
December 9, 97 I told Jay Im gonna blow
Failures not an option, my sons turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin
Fast forward my grind, 9-8-99 more eigths more Os
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggas Id make it, they was doubting me then
Picture me zonin on the park bench pushin my pit
Who needs enemies, my friends keep shootin my friends
They takin hits now, theyll blow your brains out for a Benz
Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina, Im gettin my ass off this block
No, no, no, dont, dont, dont
No, no, no, dont, dont, dont
No, no, no, dont, dont, dont
Aint it funny how the niggas I came up with wasnt bumpin me
Product of the slum, I guess its misery loves company
Told em i’m a winner , i’d be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was rollin up the weed did
Jay & Jay didnt work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around thats when you know youre on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin me out, Imma show em
I fought my way out of mother fuckin corners before
Im better under pressure Im built for it
Been the under dog all my life, Im still here boy
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying damn, my man did it
Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
Im fightin off my competition trying not to drop
It seems like no one seen him fuckin with the kid
All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin head
They dont see the slap, all they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit, Im sure theyll run to the cops
How am I the bully of the East if I dont start no beef?
I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets
I see em frontin on they blogs, sayin Im done
Like I aint got that flow they know be number one |
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Trey pounds in the house, bad news
40 Kals in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
I think little man mad cause Im flossin bad
I aint a wrestler, but Ill put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I dont really like to exercise but Ill push up on a bitch
Yall sweet like ninety-nine bananas
Thats why I got ninety-nine niggas wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
Im just a playa that found out what the coaches know
So Imma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man yall both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the fifth grade
Thats why my best friends a the tre pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend?
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend?
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the second rule please leave the crime scene clean
Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time
Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep
Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
Ninth rule dont say shit cause po-po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the tenth rule dont put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend?
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend?
Dont go against me Ill hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence levels high nigga cant tell
Lickin my lips at ya bitch like Im LL
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like a nigga in the bookings that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, sent that money, and I got shot
You put pressure on me when you compare me to Pac
Im just a new kid, I cant help that Im hot
What little niggas say to 50 cent dont matter
Ill fire shots at the shepherd and watch the sheep scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through and put my knife on that vein in ya neck
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend?
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend?
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pounds in the house, bad news
40 Kals in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news |
Bang, bang, BSB Gang, you heard it? Got em
Why these niggas frontin? They gon make me slow
I aint never frontin, run down and dump em
You aint really tough, you a bluff, nigga
Our bitches roll hotter than you sucka niggas
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Im gettin money, you should do the same
Chillin in my crib, whippin coco
Just me and my dawg, its a fo fo
Then I get a call like, What up, bro?
We found out where he live, got the whole dough
Lay up on his flo, spray em on the flo
A nigga blowin smoke, aint no neighbors saw
Tell a friend, he tell a friend, small issue, all issues
Im big on revenge, nigga
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Im gettin money, you should do the same
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Im gettin money, you should do the same
Nigga, you talkin’ like you just moved a couple bricks
Yeah, them Brooklyn niggas do be bout that bullshit
I got a couple shooters ridin’ with a couple straps
Ten shots a piece, we don’t need more than that
Since a shorty I had drama with all kind of niggas
Squashed the beef, then doubled back so I could line the nigga
He just moved to that spot, how they find that?
Get the drop, let it pop, niggas, time that
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Im gettin money, you should do the same
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Im gettin money, you should do the same
People say I sound like Fif, okay dummy
I guess I sound like Im just gettin money
Let me check, yup, money I got
I made it off the block to a Bentley drop
Whippin, sellin powder, now I got the power
100k an hour, my paper stack like a tower
Stripper bitch, she shake it, she shake it, I make it shower
The fucks you wanna fly, we shoot the shit out a coward
Come on
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Im gettin money, you should do the same
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Im gettin money, you should do the same |
This is how we do it, when we do it
Like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like aint nuttin to it, the way we do it
Now erybody put your fuckin hands up - lets go
Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - cmon
Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - cmon
You heard about the kid, you know how I rock
Went from pumpin bags on the block, straight to the top
So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right
Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hamptons
I splurge with it, Im so absurd with it
Got the hunger to go get it, cause I wan go spend it
You know how a boss player play, nigga Im ballin
If theres money to be made, Im all in
Catch me in a cherry red Porsche, beige seats, red pipin
You want me to teach you how to stunt, aight then
Tattoos on the arm, 30 karats on the charm
Cause the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the Don
First night if I dont hit, second night I want some shit
Third night we call it quits, I aint fuckin with the bitch
Success is my drug of choice, Im high off life
Another move another mill, lets get right - aight?
Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - cmon
Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - cmon
You could, catch me cockin the fifth, got me rockin with Fif
Now thats why you see the keys to the Bent
Got my niggas movin the bricks, it dont stop
And a million dollar deal, homey get that gwap
See dudes get comfy, money aint long enough
Come spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up
Ma I got a fetish, fuckin in them Porsche trucks
Curtis got one so when I finished I tossed her
Yall into wifin, we dont condone lifin
Only fuck with bitches that, got they liquor license
Shop high prices, shook all vices
Infamous nigga got the game in a vice grip
Chain hundred K but the flow, is priceless
Anything less? We rollin them dices
Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin my shit
Shorty wanna rip to my sound and my likeness
Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - cmon
Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - cmon
Listen - you can call me Gambino P or V.I.P
My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D
My rings alone could pay for you to eat
For the next few years Im so icy kid
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
My tattoos gon keep me with a thug part though
My attitude is universal, get harmed - call money
When we get back to Queens we gon hurt you
Cant afford to ride, you gettin stomped out
I got a team of dimes, they all thonged out
Ready to line you up and take you out
My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
You pee in your drawers lookin like youre Mexican
After lil shorty wop wop break you off a lil bit
You so stupid, we so much rich
And who braggin? Im just tryin holla at the chicks like
Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - cmon
Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - cmon
Hey! Go head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - cmon
Hey! Go head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - cmon |
Im on parole, I used to be on probation
Im with my gun, I get full coporation
I tell you Take it off no hesitation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
Thats how its going down
Dont play with me, I dont have patience
My head achin, and I need my medication
Niggas be hatin, they dont know what they facing
Nigga you play around, I lay you down, thats how its going down
I be in court throwing signs like Im a mason
Nigga witness against me, Imma erase em
If they try to run away, Im gon chase em
Now or at the town, and Imma lay em down
Thats how its goin down
Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York, thats how we get down
22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat
When we creep with the heat, thats how we get down
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids dont live long in New York
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
Get caught slipping, then get hit with like three
In every hood in the US, Im that nigga they feeling
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right
Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60 on my wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
We in the hood nigga scheming, what you expect?
My S on 22s leave ya hoes confused
On the track ready to choose, like Daddy, we want you
My love live aint change, the shorties still hug me
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
Thats how we get down
Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York, thats how we get down
22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat
When we creep with the heat, thats how we get down
In the city, a young buckll tell you how the mac spit
O.G. give em the word, you gonna get your ass hit
I dont know why niggas like to talk bad about me
Im the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D
Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
It could be theyd like to be me and cant live my life
You should hear they be saying man 50 be flipping
Shot my man over seven grams, that nigga be tripping
I know death is promised, I dont fear getting murked
Its when a nigga half-way kill ya homie, it hurts
Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump
You can have it how you want, but I know you like my style
Uh-huh, you like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? Ill show you how
Take this pack, pump these pieces, thats how we get down
Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York, thats how we get down
22s on the jeep, some deep in the seat
When we creep with the heat, thats how we get down |
This is how monsters function
Leave me alone
I aint fucking with nobody
Keep fucking with me you going turn me back to Boo-Boo
Have me casing out your crib, trying to pop your fucking noodles
She was 20, I was 12, man my Nana said she raped me
I just smiled from ear to ear, saying take me, baby, take me
Since high school, nigga, I aint got no friends
Got two 380s like the Ying Yang Twins
Thats spot clicking till the Ds run in
Then its bail money and lawyer fees, you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane
In a ill herringbone, I got them swinging Heroine
I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I aint no chump
Then you can run forrest run, retard when I dump
They take kindness for weakness, niggas dont respect that
So me Im where that Ruger, that Pump and that Tec at
Some look at me Im on now, I thought we was rich then
Shipment, but you had like twenty bricks in Richmond
We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreaming
We just got in the town, we was strapped up scheming
First Country caught a body, then Country caught a body
Then I popped a couple niggas then Country shot everybody
Its cold blooded, its real shit, you got to love it
Trey-eight Snub it, and dont think nothing of it
Its the way of the wolves, its how they train us to move
Get it popping when we shopping, niggas hold down the tools
I seen niggas getting rich
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
I was tired of not having shit
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
I seen niggas getting hit
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
We was slinging that shit
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
Here I am
Unsure since we was little niggas, son, since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven
Niggas popped his whip up, hit his Camry with a seven
He a lucky motherfucker, I bet he make it to heaven
My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk
My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fucking stash up
I had 250 grams stashed on the porch
I mean, how much you going to smoke, man?
How much you going to snort?
First the VCR went, then the TV went
He stole out of mommy purse
She thought it was me, kid
I aint ask her for no money, son
Cause I was out hustling
She was looking at me sideways like Im a thief or something
That hurt me, come on son that wouldnt hurt you?
I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple
I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge
The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub
The Lord dont have imperfections, baby
So I think Im perfect the way he made me
Some say Im cool, some say Im crazy
Some say I aint shit, some say Im amazing |
Yeah, G-Unit, ha hah
Ive been so many places
Ive seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before
Ive been around the world
Ive met all kind of girls
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked on tour
All sold out - getting paper things change
You done heard of my name
Im a P.I.M.P.
You done heard about me
You see how things change
First they didnt want me, now they want me
See a nigga gettin paid, they wanna push up on me
You should see these hoes, chasing a nigga
Ill have em in the hotel, tasting a nigga
Treat me like a lollipop, lick me baby
Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady -- ohh!
Groupie love, they gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
They gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P., with hoes around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck with me
Its alright with me, cmon and gimme that groupie love
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old, these hoes is loose
Wintertimes the staircase, summertimes the roof
Gimme eight days and a eighth, homie Im straight
Have a church girl on the bus movin weight
I got birds backstage thats serious eye-candy
Aint got birds in the hood so Im in the burbs with Bambi
My writin methods, got me more hoes than Tyson Beckford
Icy necklace on the tour bus, ass naked
When I say jump, bitch say how high?
And flag down a car when the shit drive by
Im a pimp like Pretty Tone
I got the info on the pretty chrome
Fuckin hoes off of 50 phone
My name hold weight, you barely known
You on that R. Kelly shit, your bitch is barely grown
Groupie love, they gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
They gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P., with hoes around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck with me
Its alright with me, cmon and gimme that groupie love
G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
Shorty aint feelin me, shorty must like girls..
.. like girls, cause Im the only man in your world
Bitch I can make you famous, you dont know what youre missin
I can change your mind if you listen
The bitch dont like me, the bitch must dont like men..
.. like men, I say what I want cause I can
If I didnt Id be a liar, mami Im on fire
Come ride with a rider, I travel
So you might catch the King with a singer
But touching my doorbells the only way I put a ring on your finger
Threw me a combo with two cups and
Im in your bedroom fuckin up your sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
I shook hands with my fans then fuck em
Im in the hallways tryin to duck em, so I can climb in sumn
My names B-A-N-K dollar sign, BITCH
Im a pimp, you need to make that switch
And come and give me that
Groupie love, they gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
They gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P., with hoes around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck with me
Its alright with me, cmon and gimme that groupie love
Groupies come and groupies go
And they are always at our show
So I grab me the tightest one and pursed straight to the mall
Shes so excited that shes here with me that she feels she should pay her fee
And I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees
Groupie love, yeah
Groupie love, yeah
Groupie love, yeah
Groupie love, yeah |
Walk with meeeee...
Ay if you hear me out there
Walk with meeeee...
I get down on my knees every night and say
Walk with meeeee...
Walk with meeeee...
Im going to war, Im going to WAR!
You never know when deaths coming, all you hear is gunshots
Lil kids get to running, old ladies get off the block
Then the Popsicle truck music comes to a stop
Niggas get on the floor with they front doors locked
Syringes and si-rens the only thing on the street
People act like they dont know who did it, but they know its me
Every days a death threat, but I aint dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
Dont know where I slept at, just know where my TEC at
Its the first of the month, my bitch aint got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I dont respect that
I love him too much to beef, so Ima accept that
But Ima just step back, and focus on Buck
Tired of riding in yours, Im bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, Get Rich or Die Tryin
Its G-Unit til Im gone, Lord knows I aint lying niggas
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God dont walk with me, he carry me man
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God dont walk with me, he carry me man
You dont know what I been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldnt hit what I done shot
Couldnt flip what I done copped, couldnt tip what I done topped
I murder you all-talk like a clip without a Glock
When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fucking with
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza
Your baby momma want me, I dont want that skeeza
Shes scratched my Beamer, but I aint seen-her
When I catch the bitch, Ima gangsta lean-her - WHOA!
We be playing in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cashville Ten-a-key bitches and New York City hoes
They learned it from Lil Kim to let they titties show
Im the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
You know me nigga
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God dont walk with me, he carry me man
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God dont walk with me, he carry me man
Half of these kids never read the Bible
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
My momma stay in the projects and I been having money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she aint want it
Right then I understood that the hoods in my blood
So I hollered CASHVILLE, lettin em know where Im from
Niggas know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down? I just got started targeting artists
Wait til the bullets start hopping out the cartridge
I come to get it popping, pray to God the news watching
So when they see him, his niggasll know who got em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got, nigga
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God dont walk with me, he carry me man
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God dont walk with me, he carry me man
I know you praying I get killed, nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggas, Young Buck showed you niggas
Banks! FREE YAYO!
And tell the bitch ass niggas put they vest on
IM HERE NOW! |
Yeah, Sha, youre ready, drop that, Ferrari F50 style baby
Ima show them how I do it, G Unit
I keep hearing niggers is happy, the Ds come, niggers with guns
When Im out on bail, riding with some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now Im riding around in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, Im blasting my heat
It dont take long for my juvenile delinquent thinking to sink in
The consequences mean nothing, them semi autos is busting
Crack selling, predicate fellon, spit big words, but I cant spell them
Put a shot to your melon
That help your punk ass from telling
That I got that nine and that four four, the H2 on double fours
Bulletproof windows and doors, gangster, how about yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two three eighties and a nine
Nigga, you can knock and tell the cops, but youre dying
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me
I used to chill in the hood to support the fiends
But, now Im eating caviare instead of pork and beans
Im in the money green seven forty-five with seven shots in the four five
Yall niggers want to die
Ive got a love affair with violence and guns
So this is for them gangsters, rep where youre from
When I got older, my heart turned colder
Thats why the Mac react like a King Cobra
Now Im jumping out of Rovers in Gucci loafers
Yall niggers want to stun, Ill bury you cockroaches
Give me one year, in this industry
Ill buy enough guns to declare war on a small country
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me
Still walk around with the hammer boss, rope, and a cross
Hard times will make a little nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mileage is high, older than Diana Ross
Im like a two thousand and three banana Porsche
I don’t got to hire sluts, to get your tires cut
They on my dick because I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cut, packing metal things
Thats more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
Its eight class karats in the border
I poke hos in plastic to avoid a vaginal disorder
Im a savage on your daughter, she aint in the college dorm
Then I guess Im squirting on the cabin that you bought her
Im a heavy weed smoker so the average is a quarter
Brown coloured from shit he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, youre part of my fanbase
Just because you pour syrup on shit, dont make it pancakes
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me |
Nigga things, change, never stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
All money aint good money, this I know
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasnt gunned on purpose
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon surface
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
Without some type of beef the week wasnt complete
Its like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
Now Im smarter, Im all about somethin to eat
Im on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
But Im still gon hustle and cheat, lets go
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block withoutcha weapon
Is a first class ticket to a lesson
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection
Thats why I bring the Benz to impress him
Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him Ill be wrong
Cause he aint never gon be shit, and I done worked so hard
But I will make you a corn on the cob, youll be performin for God
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
Bet you never thought for a second niggasd pull your card God
Im on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin in drama without your bomberll
Be funeral arrangements for your mama
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
You cant even talk to those that supposedly know you
Some of the levels that these peoplell go to for crumbs
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
Thats when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
Theres not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
I explain, so many different parts of pain
Im clean, but still some marks remain
From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain
The cash made some people start to change
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
You aint really got the heart to bang
You aint start to hang, til you found out I caught the chain |
Yeah, Na na na na
Yeah, Na na na na
Now me Im the life of the party
A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin
A little bit of Moët, bottles of the Rosé
Feel a little buzz, then Im getting it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me I get it in, I get it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me I get it in, I get it in
Look as soon as I step in the club
I swear my nigga, you can feel the attention shift
Started around twelve ended up around two
I better leave with more hoes than I came here with
I cant be responsible for what I say or I do
When I talk intoxicated
Shorty say I told her I love her
I put her out the next morning saying bitch I must have been faded
I dont know what you heard about me but the word about me
That Im no trick, Im no sucker, Im no chump
I be in the VIP, with my niggas round me
Saying yall can have whatever you want
Me I get it in
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Thats Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so
I go hard when its time to play
Shorty get to dropping it low, like the dancers do
In the Go-Go in front of me
She know I like to see her dance, she get to breaking it down
We get the bouncing outta control
Because I got a hell of a flow, we got paper to blow
My whole clique pop bottles galore
Its no secret the hood done peeped it
When we come through son, we look like bread
My 89 grind, make my old nine shine
Like we been moving bricks round this bitch for years
I say I get it in its because I get it in
Now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten
I feeling a spend my G, she fuck with me Im into win
Im cooler than her ma then we do this shit again
Me I get it in
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Thats Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
Na na na na, Now me Im the life of the party
A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin
A little bit of mo play, bottles of the rose
Feel a little buzz, then Im getting it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me I get it in, I get it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me I get it in, I get it in |
Yeah!
You see a nigga soft? My first instinct is to lean on him!
A weak nigga eatin in my hood? Niggasll put a beam on em!
These niggas aint spposed to be eatin, yo! They sweet as SweetN Low
Ill have em like shit was all good just a week ago.
Let these fake niggas get you in the mood for looove
Im back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
Crack come to cookin up that; boy, Im a chemist!
Fuck pill poppin; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin, youve been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow thatll stop World hunger
SK, I got nothing but energy
Call me Fifty, call me Ferrari the Remedy
Hi again in case a hater dont remember me
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be
Hittin you wont be enough, you gotta finish me
Or its Ruger time, the SR-9
Fragments ricochet and ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked! Gotta learn to duck, whassup?
Dont make me, dont make me
Dont make me... seem so complicated
Dont make me, dont make me
Dont make me
Show you wassup, dont make me fuck you up!
Listen, any bitch on the milk box aint missin
I mean some of these hoes runnin round with Pippen
Im writin reality, it sounds haaarsh;
Shyne tried to get at me, he say Im waaashed!
I aint even fire back, the shits squuaashed
What kind of shit is that? This only happens in rap
These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl
Hope I aint the last real nigga up over the waaall
Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin
Cream linen, bulges from the Benjamins in em!
Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!
If I aint know better, I think a nigga push raaaw
It feels like its never gon stop
A nigga so hot, I may spend forever on top!
Forever ever, ever? Forever in the drop
You cant tell I got it on lock? Bitch!
Dont make me, dont make me
Dont make me... seem so complicated
Dont make me, dont make me
Dont make me
Show you wassup, dont make me fuck you up! |
I dont know what the FUCK yall been doin
But this what they want
Id like to give a R.I.P. in advance
To all my enemies, die quick nigga!
Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
Black Lac, with my outta state ho
These niggas talk gangsta but really aint though
Im a stormy night, you a rainbow
Im a G, tight clothes aint my thing bro
Fuck tha police with a HIV carrier
No Vaseline and an M-16
Im ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean
It got a body like I feed it Creatine
My birthstones are diamond, my favorite colors green
I smoke lean and piss Louie the 13
Yeah, yall motherfuckers shot my momma crib up
My sister, my niece in there
Im gettin yall niggas hit for $500
Ima be in London motherfucker
My name is Yayo, a crazy nigga dont play though
I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh
Al-Qaeda, expert murkin
When all my niggas die they gon have 80 virgins
In the burbs swervin, cause Im drunk and Im high
With that Glock, that pump, that MAC and fo-five
FUCK the police! They killed Sean Bell
FUCK the Feds! Ill still deal fishscale
Mini-Me niggas wanna copy my style
But legal aid lawyers aint good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100s
Drop-top Phantom got him sick in his stomach, brrrrrat!
These niggas is weak son
Lookin like cookies n cream to me
God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man
Niggas know any of these niggas can get it
Nigga this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50
Fuck with me the police will have to get me
760-I, I ride, Im a rider
Molotov, I toss that, you on fire
Beef pop, I stop talkin and get quiet
And make the muzzle on the TEC look like its on fire
My shit jam and un-jam like I planned it
Like I was just takin a breather, Im back blammin
Im Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry, with the cannon
You shootin back but you aint hittin shit Im still standin
When shit dont go down smooth I dont panic
Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man
Yeah, nigga Im straight outta Southside
Im back on that gorilla shit, that cold-hearted killer shit
Nigga stunt with your mouth wide
We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit
Muhfucker, Southside! |
A nigga hustle around the streets to keep the paper straight
Legal or illegal, I do what it take
Shawty she the shit, you know she put it down
Make a nigga always wanna be around
I blow that paper in La Perla then rip the shit when we at it
For her Im a fanatic, I happen to be her habit
We have the same temperament, hell yeah when were intimate
Blindfolds, butterflies, BDSM and restraints
50 shades of 50, yeah, we freaky when ya aint
Lights off, she get erotic with glow in the dark paint
Im like give it to me baby, she know how I like it, boy
O-D-B, baby, I like it raw
Yesterday was your birthday
So I had to put it down in the worst way
Put the cake on your plate, then I let you eat the whole damn thing
Yeah last night was one to remember, Im sure youd agree
Had such a good time, felt like I was celebrating me
I know you love it, when I, spoil you, baby
So Ima treat you like its your birthday everyday
Its your day, your day, you can have me your way
like your birthday
Then the next day, then the next day, then the next day after that
I like to throw surprises, got you on recovery your eyes in
Youre nervous but you like it
Way Im looking I can tell youre excited
Last night, good night to remember, Im sure youd agree
Forget all your presents your here in the present with me
And Im lovin it everyday, every hour, every minute, every second
You being down and around its starting to feel like a blessing
I take you to the top, show my old hoes a lesson
You need to get to twerking, you know they want the Birkin
IG model, that ass up in the photo
Get a few followers then hoes set to go go
Me fuckin up for these hoes, man thats a no no
I mean you know, you treat a nigga way too good
I know you love it, when I, spoil you, baby
So Ima treat you like its your birthday everyday
Its your day, your day, you can have it your way
Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that
Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that
Its your birthday
Its your birthday
Treat you like its you birthday
Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that
Its your day, your day, you can have it your way
Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that
Then the next day, and the next day, and the next day after that
So Ima put it on you
Put it put it, put it on you
(Shawty she the shit you know she put it down
You know she put it down, you know she put it down
Shawty she the shit you know she put it down
You know she put it down, you know she put it down
Shawty she the shit you know she put it down
You know she put it down, you know she put it down
Shawty she the shit you know she put it down
You know she put it down, you know she put it down) |
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the dough
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my 64
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the dough
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my 64
I suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or it R.I.P
Im stupid rich, got retarded money
Im special ed, I got special bread
Its easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a ho, bitch leave me now
I fuck when I want, I do what I like
She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat
It never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the dough
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my 64
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the dough
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my 64
I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
Im getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
Im in ali-dibi, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie and say my eyes are dreamy
Certain niggas fall in love with a bitch
Patron in my dick, I fuck the blood out a chick
Im in the club frontin, Im in the club stuntin
10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it aint nothing
If home girl wit it, Im get it, hit it, split it
Shell think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
You look as good as your check
And when your naked, Im ready to fuck
A little head in the truck
If her tongue game good, Ima let her come up
When the sun goes down, Ill be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
Im with G-Unit, see you next
Nigga you not ballin a the G2 jet
How ever do you want it, how ever you do need me
OPE on a fuckin CD, its ME
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
I like the way she do it
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... three, two, one - yeah right now
You got skills on them high heels
When we leave this club, Im take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out tonight, depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say and I aint got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it
Im all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at, Like that
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the dough
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my 64
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the dough
I said I like the way she do it, she put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my |
They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah
And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down, yeah
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
Yeah slick talker, shit talker, New Yorker
Collectin’ property, playin Monopoly
You might want bond with us, build and break bread
You think Im fucking ’round, look theres money to make here
More snakes than rats, its just a habit to my habitat
Grab this strap, Ima show you who to blam it at
God damn can we all just get along?
Hell no, not when you forget who put you on
My plug he need the keys to success
Take two and make three, they the best
Pure shit, not weak shit, I got this
Fearless not careless, now watch this
Money flip like its suppose to flip
Reup, then double up, watch me hit the lick
They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah
And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down, yeah
I just happen to come up hard
Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
Ha, watch how you move in my city
Ooh yeah, we kinda cool but we pity too, yeah
I know a killer, and hes still in school
If I tell him that its up, then its litty, ooh, yeah
They tryna line me for my shit
Hoodie, masked up, I wish you would try to get through
Before I was rappin’, I was like you hittin’ licks too
Now Im buyin’ everything, like Im too good for a rental
You act like you know everything, you dont know what I been through
Send my goonie to pull up on you, like Suge with the pistol
He might hit you and then spin your block wit your friend too
If you pull up on me and you movin wild then it’s lit
Know its always on me, even when I sleep, its under the pillow
They been plottin on me since I was eighteen wearin Kenzo
Aint rentin no jeans, Mike Amiri got me official
They aint want me when I wasnt hard to get to
They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah
And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down, yeah
I just happen to come up hard
Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it |
Shes something like a porno star
Shes something like a super freak
I never seen her on tape before
But when she go low shes a pro-fes-sion-al
My kinda girl
Porno star
Shes something like a super freak
Never seen her on tape before
But when she go low shes a pro-fes-sion-al
Around the Carolina hood see, most niggas called her ho and diss her
Cuz shes slowly growing up to be like her older sister
She got a bad reputation so you dont hold and kiss her
And after one conversation youd probly fold in twister
It aint hard to tell that honeys dumb
Shes 18 goin on 21
Mama dont know where she get her money from
Hoppin in the naughty cars
Stuffed in the backseat
Lookin to score big
Cuz she fucks all the athletes
Somethin like a princess gon wrong
Used to be a ballerina
Now she performs to The Thong Song
Happily had plans to enroll in college
Now youd rather slide down metal poles for dollas
Your fingernails and your toes is polished
But your brains on freeze
In other words frozen knowledge
All your plans and your goals - demolished
You grew up in Southside
Why niggas know you a ho in Hollis huh?
I still remember how it all started
School - cuttin from class
Every boy you knew touching yo ass
Headed no where fast
I aint gon lie
Shorty I used to laugh
Cuz you was the main topic on math
I seen her in the mall shoppin
Im contemplating bout stoppin
Cuz she could get me off like Cochran
Now that dinner was poppin
Spoiled, her daddy was pumpin
He probly thought shed grow up to get married or somethin
But little did he know
His little princess was a city ho
Pretty, ooh the face
Tight from the video
Damn, this bitch is thick
She on the Lil Kim shit
See her hair match the color of her lipstick
Now this chick claimed to love jewelry like Slick Rick
And had a walk on her that would leave you with a stiff dick
Jeans had a sick fit
To make a long story short
This aint the type a bitch you wanna stick with |
Yeah, uhuh, lets take em there, yeah
Sonny did ten years in the fed joint, he half way out
He aint home, his ass in a halfway house
Correctional facilities dont correct shit
Cause the first thing he asked is who gotta get hit
A shoot out in 89 fucked up how he walk
He a grimey ass nigga, you should hear how he talk
Should shoot the shepard in the head and da sheep ill scatter
Let niggas talk cause action is all that matters
I asked about Barnes he sucked his teeth and said he was soft
Said the boys up in Otisville was breakin him off
Can you picture him in the yard, niggas yokin him up
Treatin him like a pin cushion, pokin him up
He came home actin like he hard as fuck
Must want a first class ticket to see god Uh huh
He stick his chest out tellin niggas he dont back down
Wait until he find out Sonny’s back round
Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up
Nigga front, that somethin gon go down
Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want
Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down
My nigga Los comin home soon he up there in Fort Dix
Its on when he come home cause he can get nuff bricks
I was young he taught me not to run, I popped my gun par
You can ask Scarlata ??? and Amar
Them niggas used to hit banks back in the days
They embedded in my brain young crime does pay
New Cadillacs and Bonnevilles the very next day
I just look and learn, I aint have much to say
Legs ill squeeze the life out you like a boa constrictor
Fuck a headlock, im talking bout extortion nigga
Apply pressure, its hot, get the fuck out the kitchen
When niggas pay you every Friday you aint got to stick em
At the dice game if Ace roll a six its no problem
But if he roll a ace he gon pull out and rob him
Losin, a little is alot, when niggas is starvin
Man the drama in my hood is goin down regardless
Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up
Nigga front, that somethin gon go down
Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want
Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down
Everbody know Education shot Jamal over short paper
He on the run you want a nigga hit son hell take it
Heard Wise got shot up over some punk shit
In the club beefin with niggas over some dumb bitch
They say Willy was caked up off them credit card scams
Started a pyramid, the nigga took the money and ran
Heard he was outta town ridin round in the pound
Chrome spinnin 545 I no lie ask how
Out on VA, Hampton homecoming he cruise by
He run in to the niggas that he beat, he gon die
E must’ve caught a jooks the Ds flashin his mugshot
You know its his M.O. to run up in them crack spots
His sister, she aight, big hips, lil waist, big tits
Pretty face, we fucked on the staircase
Lisa that’s my bitch she freak off with a nigga, shit
Man I gotta call that bitch
Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up
Nigga front, that somethin gon go down
Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want
Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down |
{gunshot}
{gunshot}
One, one, two
Yo, check me out right here yo
Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berettas
Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it
Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it
Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
Im cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that Im, 8 levels above you, nigga
Ill club you nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, ugly nigga
Im the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
I got a industry gangstress, that argues, and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her bitch, like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, with Prada on the chuckus
So the spring break hoes home from college wanna fuck us
I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I sic Rottweilers on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lot of zeros
When it comes to paper, I blow a soul out a hero
Ima break before I lay floor buried
Besides, every rapper aint a star, and every plad aint Burberry
You cant tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
Changin the channel, looks like Im playin the Game Boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach, and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of your religion
Why party with a pigeon?
Im blowin a 10 cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
Im in the Gucci vest, with the green and red straps
Im the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every mornings a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cause my closet got more aisles than Pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
Or leave with 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
Im the young pimp pardon my age
I dont got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
Take em with us, and run a train on em like a subway map
Your advance is grey Acura
See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rapper
I go to college on the tour
Im goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon have to murder me
Burglary, Im leavin with your Nikes burgundy, white tee: burgundy
You match now, back down
Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat with weed smoke and fishin gear
Heavy when I toke, C-notes from different years
Bezzy and the rope, remotes and liftin chairs
You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like Im a cab dispatcher
You better off with the stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
Its a damn shame yall still local
Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals, nigga
Still in the projects nigga, you aint goin nowhere
You gon fuckin be there for the rest of your muthafuckin life
And your momma sayin: Im supposed to tell you somethin
To encourage you, somethin positive, aight:
Well, I aint gon lie to you muthafucka, he aint goin nowhere
Get yourself a beer, and get on the fuckin curb {gunshot}
You fuckin dirt bag {gunshot} |
I hear a lotta talkin - niggas must be mad at BANKS
But theres only one problem - niggas aint as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front, you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga aint nuttin change
You move Ill blow your brains
+
These niggas dont really want war
They just walk around frontin
Cause I walk around stuntin
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for
If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said master
Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
Cause big heads come flyin through ya door like Casper
Im smokin out the jar scopin out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra
Not the type to go spark metal and
Stop thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when Im done wit her
Itll look like she dived head first into cool whip
You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick
I gotta have bucks on the waist
Im hungry like a south african with flies stuck to his face
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass
Remember Im a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
The only trigger you touch is on a gas pump
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like Celie in color purple
I know you wanna pop me but
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send +Sparks+ at you and I dont mean Emilio or Bubba
Im aimin for a video or cover, huge tour buses
A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G=Units whats up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
You gotta come a little harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter
You still gotta beg a ho
And you mad cause you blowin on oregano
You niggasll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I dont know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
Im about to get this deal shorty know
Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
I aint loud around a snitch
I dont crowd around a bitch
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggas was on Harlod Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips
Niggas cant stand the fact that Im real
I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best
Bacardi at the chest
Im similar to the young Marcus Garvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
My success got suckers salty
Blowin steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these fuckas off me
Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
Its 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him
Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
Whats up nigga?
What the fuck
I hear niggas hollerin that keep it real and all that nigga
Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit
Nigga we get it poppin nigga
Whats up nigga?
Anytime nigga I dont give a fuck if its 4 in the afternoon nigga
Any where you see me nigga
Lets go |
You aint strong enough, nigga, you sweet
You probably go against me, and weep
I oughta kiss you, youd probably like that
But you dont stand a chance, nigga
Fucking faggot
I do more than talk that, I mufuckin walk that
Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at
I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless
Man, everybody know about 50, Im famous
New York, New York, I run New York
Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop
In different boroughs I have different moments
On different days niggas know how Im on it
Im pretty like a Harlem nigga
Im a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
Im a hustler dont get no bigger
Queens, Southside til they bury me
BX, two TECs, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spar with me, start some shit, send the shooters out
Come out the club, we out front with the Rugers out
Nah, aint no sense to talking peace, my brother
That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah
These niggas aint strong enough
Their money aint long enough
When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
We getting paper, in God we trust
These sucka ass niggas
These niggas aint strong enough
Their money aint long enough
When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
We getting paper, in God we trust
Suck on this, nigga
When I said Ill kill ya, Ill kill ya, as a kid I wasnt kidding then
Special ED kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up
Pockets all fucked up, now nigga, whats up?
Im rich now, niggas know about my dividends
Look at the Robb Report, check out what Im living in
Fuck a spot now, Im bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of the New York City block now
Okay okay, try me and get shot down
Im like a zebra, I got so many stripes
Im the fucking general, I run my clique right
It was five of us, all of us millionaires
Now ones a fucking junkie, and ones a fucking queer
Now its three of us, thats the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded and black-hearted
I dont play no games, niggas beg for mercy
Then we T.O.S., put that ass to rest |
Outlaw: we lawless
We ballin out, nigga, regardless
Everything VVS, we flawless
When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest
If niggas so hot, why they aint got what I got?
My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot
My fat knots, my swag is top-notch
My crack spots bring cash in non-stop
My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock
I got shooters, they aint got what I got
Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop
I get it and I blow it how I want, why not?
My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot
Come through in the drop, hold the Glock, why not?
9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock
9 carat stones, Im in my own zone
Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless
We balling out, yeah, regardless
VVS yeah yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
You wan get shot? Go ‘head, run up in my spot
My lawyers will have me out by 1 oclock
Go head, get dropped trying to take what I got
My diamonds twinkle over my Azad
My gun pop, tell me why would you try that?
Porsche Turbo, Cayenne Ill buy that
G5 jet, pilot, Ill fly that
Burn good shit, get as high as I get
My minds sick, Im criminal-minded
Shortys ass fat: I want to bump and grind that
Groupie love bitch, your left breast? Ill sign that
Im CEO ho, you aint know?
New York party of the year: my spot
These bitches look so good: oh my God
Looking at the man in the mirror, Im so hot
Shorty want to cut, cool, make sure the doors locked
Off with the Gucci, down go my Louis
Out come my oo-wee, do me, baby do me!
Like a pornstar took ya to my spot
My bed rock back and forth when Im on top
My backshots they are sorta like crack rocks
I give it all I got, non-stop til sweat drop
I damage I wreck shop, I come through correct, I
I give her what she need til its hard to breathe |
Here ya go, man
Jesus Christ, man, youre going to war
What I say? Didn’t I say come to me? Do I ever disappoint? Fucking no. Why? I deliver. Why? I’m your man. How do I know? How? Know? No Know how. I got 100 things to do this morning and you’re first in line so could we move it along please?
Okay. Fine. Right. I’m just looking for something, small, light, cheap. .380, .32. Something like that
No, no, no. You want to be packing like a man, Eddie, you’re a man, man. How ‘bout this.. 6-inch 3-5-7 magnum?
Yeah
Automatics. Browning 9-mill. Now I know what you’re thinking, that’s got no stopping power, but that’s got 13 shots in the clip, man. That won’t just kill a man, that’ll turn him inside out, pull him upside down, piss on him, read him his last rights...
Alright, fine. Yeah, I get the message, I’m just.. Im just a bit fucking lost there. And these are totally untraceable?
They don’t exist
What about guarantees?
What do you think this is? Guns-Are-Us? |
Its 50 Cent and S-N double O-P
You dont want no snoop and you dont want it with me
Everytime I come around they like Oh No
I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44
Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin off that thang like Im loco
No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out
Motherfuckers light out
Here come snoop, uh
Sup nigga, sup now huh?
Ricky Ticky Timble, Cs is the symbol
Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up
Straight razors just keep you trimmed up
1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember
Hes electrifyin & original
So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal
The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut
Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I dont give a shit
You betta check dat ho, thats what wreckin G
Now step your game down, cuz aint no checkin me
Youll be respecting me until I leave this room
Or my gatll go boom, bullets go zoom
Now your name is on a tomb
They pourin out liquor with no room to consume, silly bafoon
I pop niggas like balloons, I aint feelin em
Walkin in my big blue chucks cuz Im killin em
Hey what up cuz, its 50 Cent;
Whats happin nigga?
Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin
Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... an
He who fears fate lives like coward
You go against me, youll be devoured
Then you get to poppin youll have change of heart
I hit your chest a couple times youll have to change your heart
Have doc usin donors, dead niggas wit spare parts
You come back wit lungs of a snicth, and the heart of dead nark
Niggas never see the light till spark
Then they bleed, it get cold , then shit get dark
You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets
You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me
These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits
Push me a hundred revolversll get to spinnin
Your services are no longer needed; rock-a-bye baby
My bitch will do it to you with a lil 380
Im bailin thru the door again
Let momo pour again
Me and my ho again
Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker
And Imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka ducka us
Itll crack off, now back off -real slow
An if you dont know , I never hesitate to shoot a ho
Yea thats my reputation - you test my patience &
You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam, blam
Goddammit Im at it again
They done let bitch niggas up outta the pen
And now he lookin for me - what the heck - my game is built on respect
Now Im breathin down your motherfuckin neck
I dumps till my clip is empty
Im headin down willshire to send the scent
And when I get there dont ask who sent me
Just take dem shots and drop it like it hot
Bitch nigga
Ha-ha-ha
Yea nigga
Just when you though I was gone
Slide back up on you like the wind nigga
Hurricane D-O-Double G
With the G,G,G,G,G,G,G-UNIT |
If you think youre lonely now
Wait until tonight, girl
Ah man
If you think youre lonely now
Wait until tonight, girl
Im waitin on you to come, baby Im that man
Bedroom superhero, naked Im Batman
I kill it then I give ya mouth-to-mouth, CPR
Bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life
Bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic
Have it how you want it, my back shots bionic
She givin me something I can feel like En Vogue
Unload then reload, recharge, Im back on
Back at it, fuckin up the sprigs in her Craftmatic
Jack rabbit, addiction, I dont wanna break that habit
Your boy toy man, child its cool, you can play with me
City life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me
I wanna share thoughts, lets talk, go for a walk
Fantasies, we can get loose right in the park
Bullseye right through her head, to her heart
Its mental and physical, when youre gone, Ill be missin you
You gon get it, you gon get it
I got a plan for you
Girl its on til the mon when you come through
I cant think of a thing that I wont do
When you come and I get my hands on you
Im Curtis Mayfield, Marvin, the new Bobby Womack
2012 freak shit, baby Im all that
The touchin and the teasin, the pleasures the reason
Im sure shell be open from the lickin and strokin
Or how I say a line and it stimulates her mind
My sense of humor, I make her smile while passin time
Its sexual, its not perverted or obscene
The foreplay we play, until I touch her til she cream
Cash rules the shortie, shes something out a dream
Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between
Got that island girl swag, she Dutty Wine
When we get back to the spot, that ass is mine
See how I switch gears, her bra gone its on
Its showtime, its my turn to perform
Leave the lights on, while I get it, I got it good
She sayin she love my show, Im sayin I knew she would
You gon get it, you gon get it
I got a plan for you
Girl its on til the mon when you come through
I cant think of a thing that I wont do
When you come and I get my hands on you |
I make em move
I make em move
I make it hot up in here
Look around
Lets see what we got up in here
Bring em in,
Bring em in,
Bring em in
Bring em in,
Bring em in,
Bring em in
They say he couldnt do it, look, now, I did it
I topped In the Club, Im still sipping the bub
The drama, Im with it, I get biz, you get it
I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
Thats why a niggas bidded, I cant forget it
I said I didnt do it, witnesses said I did it
Im fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
Five TVs, my rims is so sidick
I cruise through, your bitch just fell in love with it
Baby, come in, girl, I want to give it to you
Once Im in, its on, Im a freak with it
Money comes quidick, hot shit, I spit it
G Unit kidicks, blue New York fitted
Shorty, want to cut, oh, yeah, Im with it
She comes to my hotel room, she know shes gone get it
Its exercise, my homie, hes been waiting, hes next in line
People always talking about my reputation
I dont love them, I dont need them
I dont love them, I dont need them
I dont love them
I dont care what she do with him, its all good with me
Suwoo
They cant do it how I do it, Im number one, I knew it
I do, I do my thing and gangsters bop to it
Its hit after hit, damn, Im on a roll
Im like James Brown now, man, Ive got soul
No, I aint a pimp, hell, but yeah, Ive got hoes
I was born to do this, when I breathe I make a killing
Think Im bullshitting, my moneys touching the ceiling
Cam buying condos, Im buying the whole building
Im pissing on grown women, R Kelly do it to children
You bet against me, boy, Imma hurt your feelings
Because over and over, Imma keep on winning
My Rolls Royces tinted, your Phantoms rented
Thats why we never ever ever see you with it
Man, everybody knows, like everywhere I go
When 50 in the club, shit just goes out of control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre, okay? |
Niggas be schemin, fiendin
To cut your jooks, take off the hook
I come through there, look how they look
Im ridin leanin, they dreamin
They do me dirty if they could
Im lookin like I wish you would
Try me, go head, try me
Niggas be schemin, dreamin
Try me have you hooked to I-V
Niggas be schemin, dreamin
Mad niggas wan do me dirty, Im fresh out the tub
You move like a snail you deserve to catch a slug
Man I wake up huggin my bitch
One with that extended clip, not the one that Im with
If you all made man, then you know shit real
They got change on Lil Mike, I aint trynna see him killed
I told em thats my cuz, I dont wanna see nothin happen to him
Cause when I start spittin at em, I aint rappin to em
Now Im jumpin in that water like a diver
Six shot survivors, school of hard knock scholars
These niggas aint riders, they hiders, they cowards
I feel like 50, hold power of a dollar
I told my nigga give me one of them bullet-proof trucks
I want you dumb enough to try and shoot it up
Im lookin at the nigga lettin off
Wait until you finish the clip, laugh then pulled off
Niggas be schemin, fiendin
To cut your jooks, take off the hook
I come through there, look how they look
Im ridin leanin, they dreamin
They do me dirty if they could
Im lookin like I wish you would
Try me, go head, try me
Niggas be schemin, dreamin
Try me have you hooked to I-V
Niggas be schemin, dreamin
It sounds like a nightmare, I graduated from fightin
Play the projects faster than the 32 man indictment
See my baby blue Ferrari make em feel like the virus
In they stomach, I keep it one hundred, I make em vomit
I got a code name for straps, sacks in the trumpet
I get to blowin, the ears will ring for days when I dump it
My bullet wounds call em beauty marks
And my ho we dont talk to narcs
So the first 48 the clock tickin, the plot thickens
The charge, cocaine possession, Im creepin with a firearm
The Ds dont even wanna see me, with a firearm
Before I go back again, Imma let it off
They aint got to pop first, fuck that Imma set it off
I need a mental eval, somethin wrong with my brainwaves
Im rich as a motherfucker still ridin with a AK
Picture me comin through lettin a nigga play me
When I got all this bread, bitch its off with ya head, ASAP
Niggas be schemin, fiendin
To cut your jooks, take off the hook
I come through there, look how they look
Im ridin leanin, they dreamin
They do me dirty if they could
Im lookin like I wish you would
Try me, go head, try me
Niggas be schemin, dreamin
Try me have you hooked to I-V
Niggas be schemin, dreamin
I had to be slippin to let this clown hit me up
Now I gotta walk around with this shit bag for months
Now I dont give a fuck bout a bitch or a nigga
Startin to treat my own brothers like they just another nigga
My clique got smaller and my clips got bigger
Condom on my heart, motherfuck your feelings
They call me Superman see I aint supposed to walk
Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork, off
See they aint real as they seem and they schemin
They fiendin and dreamin, they geekin and creepin
They hear tires screechin, infrared beamin
Niggas head leakin, what the fuck was he thinkin?
Sounds of police, momma signin new leases
You know you got to relocate her when you beefin
I guess youre here for a real reason
Rah got hit like you got hit, but he aint fuckin breathin
Niggas be schemin, fiendin
To cut your jooks, take off the hook
I come through there, look how they look
Im ridin leanin, they dreamin
They do me dirty if they could
Im lookin like I wish you would
Try me, go head, try me
Niggas be schemin, dreamin
Try me have you hooked to I-V
Niggas be schemin, dreamin |